Wei Jingjing calmed down and saw Xia Siyu next to her pressing down her phone, leaning on the car seat, and looking towards the night outside the window. She narrowed her eyes slightly. She originally wore exquisite stage makeup on her face, and the ends of her eyes were slightly raised. She would look charming when she smiled.
But Xia Siyu's expression at this time was distant and dejected. The lights on the roadside shone on her face, making her feel a little lonely for no reason.
Wei Jingjing thought she was autistic after being scolded. Although artists may seem to have unlimited glory, in fact, every move they make is exposed to the public eye. Everyone wants to use a microscope to analyze their micro-expressions frame by frame, listen carefully to every word they say, and then pretend to use psychological methods to explain.
Xia Siyu has been following this dark and red path since she transferred to their agency three years ago. Over the years they have become accustomed to her being trending. The most annoying thing is helping her clean up the aftermath, dealing with the film producers, explaining to the sponsors and fathers, buying hot searches and withdrawing hot searches.
However, they ignore that artists are human beings too. Being an artist will magnify all good intentions and bad intentions. If you are not careful, you will be surrounded by unwarranted abuse.
She patted Xia Siyu's hand gently: "Don't worry, netizens are interested in it for three minutes anyway. Maybe when you get up the next day, you will forget about the online flirtation last night."
Xia Siyu smiled faintly: "I have nothing to worry about."
Although her tone was very soft, there was clearly a hint of bitterness in her eyes that she couldn't stop.
**
The car drove to the downstairs of Huixing Entertainment's dormitory, and as expected, there was a large group of reporters surrounding it.
This time, Wei Jingjing didn't need to speak. Xiao Tang made a decisive U-turn and the car quickly left the dormitory building.
It's just that the incident happened suddenly. Several of Xia Siyu's previous residences had been targeted by paparazzi, and there was probably an ambush there now. For a while, the nanny car was like an isolated island, wandering in the streets and alleys of Yancheng, not knowing where it was going.
"How about going to the hotel."
As soon as Xia Siyu suggested it, Wei Jingjing rejected it: "You have been living in Yancheng and staying in a hotel. If you are photographed by someone again and say you have a 'late night private meeting', it will be over."
She thought for a while: "How about going to my house?"
Xia Siyu smiled: "Your home? Isn't your home security bad? And it is shared with others. If I go there, what will you do?"
Too.
There was silence in the car for a while, Xia Siyu frowned, and it took him a long time to speak with difficulty: "... Go to Qingcheng Apartment."
Qingcheng Apartment is a famous high-end apartment in Yancheng. The residents are either rich or expensive and have complete security facilities.
But Wei Jingjing had never heard that Xia Siyu had real estate there, so she was a little surprised for a while. Xia Siyu was the first to say, "This is my friend's house. He shouldn't live there normally. I have the key. And... he is very tight-lipped and won't go out and talk nonsense."
The car drove all the way to the underground garage of Qingcheng Apartment. When she got downstairs, Wei Jingjing noticed that there was an elevator entrance for each household, and it also had fingerprint recognition. Xia Siyu reached out and pressed the button, and sure enough, the elevator started.
Only then did Wei Jingjing feel relieved: "Then you have a good rest. There will be a commercial break tomorrow for your father, who was the investor in the last movie. I will come to pick you up on time."
As soon as Xia Siyu entered the elevator, a Maybach followed him into the underground garage.
(End of chapter)