297 Birthday Prelude
Fang Ting'er bit her lip. If she hadn't copied Huanhuan's work, she would definitely try her best to persuade Chu Huan to bring Xiao Moye to watch it. But now... She hopes that the less people know, the better.
"That day... it happened to be Xiao Moye’s birthday, and Huanhuan said to help Xiao Moye celebrate her birthday.” Fang Ting'er said. In fact, when she knew that the day of the game collided with the day of Xiao Moye’s birthday, she didn’t know that there was something in her heart. Fortunately. Otherwise, if Chu Huan kept asking her for an invitation letter, she really didn't know what reason to prevaricate.
When Du Hai heard this, he was a little regretful, "If this is the case, there is no way."
"What about you, how are you doing? Last time, didn't you say that you could not find an actress because of funding problems? Have you been able to find an actress now?" After talking about her own affairs, Fang Ting'er cared about men again. Things about friends.
"It's still the same, and I don't worry about using new directors, but a little bit famous, an actress with decent acting skills, the price is too high, and the funding of the film crew is simply not enough." When it came to this, Du Hai was upset.
"Why didn't I go to Wang Shuishui, she should be quite suitable." Fang Ting'er asked. Wang Shuishui was the leading female actor in the previous micro-film. At that time, during the filming, the professional performance and the treatment of people and things made Fang Ting'er feel that the actress was quite friendly and did not play a big name at all.
"Why didn't I look for it, I looked for it a long time ago." Du Hai sighed, "But she didn't even talk about the price. She only knew the basic situation, so she refused." In other words, Wang Shui simply couldn't appreciate it. Du Hai The grade of the TV series they want to shoot.
"Refused? But didn't Wang Shuishui have a good relationship with us at that time?" Fang Ting'er was surprised.
"Good friendship?" Du Hai laughed at himself, "That's because Wang Shuishui came to make our micro-film after selling Xiao Moye's love at the time. How can a star like her have friendship with us."
Fang Ting'er suffocated, "Then...Should you stop asking Xiao Moye for help and let him ask Wang Shuishui to join your crew?" Fang Ting'er knew that Xiao Moye did it the last time, and it was still possible. Effortlessly.
Unexpectedly, Du Hai said, "No."
"But..." Fang Ting'er wanted to say something more, but Du Hai waved his hand and interrupted his girlfriend.
"Ting'er, I know, maybe this time I asked Chu Huan, Chu Huan went to Xiao Moye for help again, and he could really sign Wang Shuishui. However, if there is one thing, there are two, and there are two and three. This time there are difficulties. People helped, what about next time? What about next time? Do you need someone else to help if you have difficulties in your life?" Or, he was because he experienced that night, when Xiao Moye's fingers pinched him like steel bars. When it was in his throat, Du Hai realized that someone like Xiao Moye couldn't be brothers and friends with him.
They are simply people from two worlds!
Every time he thinks about the scene of that night, Du Hai feels breathless. But Ting'er had never experienced it, had never seen the scene at that time, hadn't seen Xiao Moye's gloomy and violent appearance.
While talking, Du Hai laughed at himself again, "Look, I still say you, but I didn't think you could invite Xiao Moye to watch this competition of your company."
Fang Ting'er naturally knew that Du Hai said it was kind.
"Ting'er, Xiao Moye and us are not the same kind of people. In the future, if there is less trouble, we should try to have as little trouble as possible." Du Haidao, "The reason why people like him talk and laugh at us, It's because of Chu Huan's relationship. If Chu Huan's relationship is gone, we will actually be nothing."
For a moment, Fang Ting'er only felt bitter and astringent in her mouth!
Yes, it's not because of Huanhuan's relationship! If there is no such relationship, I'm afraid Xiao Moye won't even bother to look at her!
Xiao Moye’s birthday was on Friday. Because it was a working day at work, Chu Huan deliberately carried a large bag early in the morning, folded his clothes carefully, put it in the bag, and put it in the bag. .
Because the bag is so big that when Xiao Mo came to pick Chu Huan from get off work in the evening, he couldn’t help but smiled and asked, “Why do you carry such a big bag? People who don’t know think you are going for a trip instead of going. eat."
Chu Huan ignored Xiao Moye's ridicule, and spontaneously sat in the passenger seat. "Where to go in a while?" she asked.
"You'll know when you go." He smiled mysteriously and started the car.
Along the way, Xiao Moye’s cell phone kept thinking about it, some were text messages, and some were calls. Xiao Moye calmly ignored the text messages at all, picked up the incoming call, and then briefly said a few words before hanging up. .
"Doesn't it matter if you don't read the text messages?" Chu Huan asked.
"It's okay, it's all text messages to congratulate the birthday." Xiao Moye said casually.
"Then those calls just now?"
"Ok."
Well, Renhong really has so many SMS calls! Chu Huan still remembered that she went online last night and visited Xiao Moye’s support club. In a forum on the Internet, there were a large number of fans who left messages about Xiao Moye’s birthday today, and even fans offered high prices for rewards. , Just want to know where he will hold his birthday party today.
Of course, Chu Huan didn't know this, because he never said it.
The car was driving at a speed of 60 or 70 yards. Chu Huan looked at the stopwatch, and suddenly remembered that Duan Tang drove the car that day, racing like that. She even remembered that she had seen the pointer of the stopwatch move to The number over 200.
So fast, so fast that she even felt that death is a very simple matter, as long as the steering wheel is slightly tilted, there may be no sense of anything in the next moment.
"Why, dazed again?" Xiao Moye's voice sounded in the carriage.
She recovered and watched his fingers holding the steering wheel, slender, powerful, and extremely skilled.
"When did you get your driver's license?" she asked curiously.
"When I was 18, I took it when I could."
"Then have you ever been racing?"
He raised his eyebrows, seemingly surprised, "Why, interested in this?"
"Just want to ask, haven't there been many accidents in the news recently?" she replied.
"I have been racing." Xiao Moye was silent for a moment before repliing, "When I was young, I used to like to play cars for a while, and I have also been racing cars and raced against others."