Twenty minutes later, Jiahe arrived near Xujiahui.
This is a prime location, and the open-air parking spaces are already full. She can only pull down the car window and ask the male receptionist what neighborhoods can park in the neighborhood. The handsome big boy glanced at her license plate and suddenly stared at her mysteriously. With two eyes, she asked if her surname was Jia.
Jiahe nodded inexplicably.
The man immediately said, "Miss Jiahe, please get out of the car. I'll help you find a seat."
It wasn't until she entered the single room, when Ah Qing explained with a smile that it was safer here, that she knew that this club also had shares in Yi Wenze.
She has been here two or three times, and she only had the opportunity a few years ago when she was doing a financial column and interviewing several real estate giants. I remember that people in the food column salivated at this restaurant countless times, but unfortunately the membership system here does not require them to do public relations drafts, so they can only be jealous of Jiahe, a financial businessman.
"Screenwriter," Ah Qing held up the menu, "you're welcome to eat whatever you want, just like your own home."
Because she knew that Jiahe was from Beijing, she deliberately changed her voice in the last word, which was so cute and outrageous.
Unfortunately, as soon as she finished saying this, she completely missed the dinner. No matter how careful he was, some reporters found out that Yi Wenze was in Shanghai. Fortunately, it was his own place. He just worked hard for Ah Qing to play Tiaohu Lishan, so as not to cause any trouble to the guests here. You must know that those short shots are not fake, and it would be difficult to explain if Yi Wenze was not photographed, but someone's little lover was photographed.
I hadn't seen him for a month, and when I faced him again, I actually returned to the mentality when I first met him. I was a little nervous and just drinking tea.
He was still wearing simple clothes, a light gray shirt with silver cufflinks, and the black watch reflected a faint halo under the light. No matter how you looked at it, it was just right.
He handed her the menu: "What do you like to eat?"
She thought for a while: "You are the boss here, do you have any recommendations?"
He smiled: "I haven't been here a few times, maybe I'm not as familiar as you."
Seeing that Jiahe was drinking fast, he added some tea for her.
Jiahe held the tea cup in both hands, and sighed with a smile: "I had the opportunity to come in and have a look by interviewing a few real estate developers." She calculated it carefully, "It was about three times, and they were all the first in interviews. I don't even know what I ate."
I still remember the first time I came here, the sanctimonious real estate developer said that the decoration alone cost hundreds of millions, and the subtext was very high-end. At that time, I only scolded a vulgar secretly. Later, I learned more, and I understood that it was just based on this. The words "membership system" must have such a foundation. In those few years in finance and economics, she always followed rich people everywhere. She was really immune to food, but when she thought of a restaurant invested by an idol, she felt that it was a sin for not having a good taste of food in the first place.
He took a sip of ice water: "In the future, you can use my name. If you feel inconvenient, you can call Ah Qing to locate him."
Jiahe shook his head: "I don't need any entertainment, no more."
He didn't say anything, just motioned for her to continue reading the menu.
The chandelier on the dining table is low, surrounded by dark red paper, and the light is too soft.
She flipped through the menu and slipped down from crab meat, bamboo shoots, sake and foie gras. She had to consider whether this dish would affect the taste and Yi Wenze's taste, but she didn't order any of them at the end. vegetable. In the end, he could only turn back to the first page and continue to do his homework. Yi Wenze always leaned on the chair, holding a cigarette between his fingers, but it didn't light it.
"What's wrong?" She looked at the cigarette and found nothing unusual.
He smiled: "It's nothing, this is a non-smoking area."
Jiahe just thought his words were weird. There are single rooms here, so why is there a no-smoking area? But since he said so, it is not easy for him to keep asking, so he can only look down at the menu again.
He looked at Jiahe hesitantly: "Is there anything you want to eat?"
She was discouraged: "Actually, my eyesight is dizzy. I want to eat everything I see."
Ordering food is a technical job, especially with idols who have been with him for more than ten years, there are too many things to consider, which becomes a burden.
In the end, he chose a few special dishes, all of which fit Jiahe’s taste. During the period, he specifically asked her if she liked roast duck. Jiahe laughed and explained the error, saying that although roast duck is a Beijing specialty, it is not equal to all Beijingers. I like to eat all of them, but because I have more time in the inland, I like to eat seafood more.
She didn't expect that the menu that had already been ordered was immediately added with a rose condensed shrimp ball.
The crimson petals held small, pale pink shrimps. She carefully picked up the shrimp balls with chopsticks and bit them into her mouth, the fragrance of roses overflowing.
When he was almost finished, Yi Wenze answered a phone call.
Jiahe listened to his few words, it seemed that a friend was coming over there, and immediately put down his chopsticks, just as he was about to say that he would not delay his meeting with his friends, the door had slammed and was pushed open. The person who came in, still holding the phone in his left hand, sat down casually beside Yi Wenze: "I've been waiting for you for half an hour," he said, before nodding to Jiahe, "Hello, I'm Aze. My friend, Wu Zhilun."
Jiahe looked at this handsome sunny man's face and wanted to laugh when he heard such a self-introduction.
In the Valentine's Day movie alone, this person has starred in two films. This kind of person who will be blocked by people walking on the road and can't walk even an inch is actually doing such a self-introduction in a serious manner. I really don't know his personality, or joking with myself.
She finally couldn't hold back and laughed: "Hello, I'm Jiahe."
Wu Zhilun snorted: "Family and everything are going well?"
Jiahe felt a headache and began to explain carefully how to write his name, but because of the difference in language, Wu Zhilun and her discussed two simple words for two minutes, but they still seemed to understand, and in the end, even Jiahe himself was embarrassed After explaining it again, he simply gave up: "Even if it is a 'home harmony' where everything is prosperous."
Yi Wenze smiled and watched them communicate. When Jiahe admitted defeat, he slowly explained to Wu Zhilun, "She is from Beijing, and she doesn't understand Cantonese very well, and she can't speak well."
Wu Zhilun glanced at him, mocking him for not introducing himself, embarrassing himself.
Jiahe hurriedly said that he understood 70% to 80%, and it didn't matter, but he didn't expect to get a joke from him: "70% to 80%, when you communicate, is it Mandarin or Cantonese?"
A very simple sentence, but his tone made it extremely ambiguous.
Jiahe replied in Mandarin, and then began to lower his head and slowly inhale the smoothie, trying to make himself air. After a while, someone opened the wine and she looked at the bottle in the waiter's hand, and suddenly remembered that Yi Wenze was in the recovery period and should not drink. But it was inconvenient to say it in front of Wu Zhilun, so he could only glance at the other side quietly, but unexpectedly, his eyes crossed.
He looked back and said to Wu Zhilun, "I can't drink for the time being."
"It's a pity, I brought it here specially," Wu Zhilun obviously didn't realize that he was completely in the background, shaking his wine glass, and said casually, "I was still saying just now that your TV series has a good rating, congratulations, maybe You can completely get rid of the TV drama market.”
Jiahe understands what he said, TV dramas are very tiring, their pay is not high, and their fame is limited to China, so most actors only get familiar with their faces when their popularity declines or when they start. But even though I understand it so, I can't help but hurt a little...
He didn't care much: "It's not bad to shoot TV series."
Wu Zhilun laughed: "Forget it, this time it's an old friend's production company, otherwise I would advise you not to get involved in TV dramas."
The two seem to have a very good relationship, and they keep joking. Jiahe just listens to it and feels like watching a fashion show, which is eye-catching and interesting.
At about ten o'clock, Yi Wenze looked at the table below: "Do you live far?"
Jiahe did the math: "It's okay, it's about an hour's drive away."
When Wu Zhilun heard this, he understood that Yi Wenze let Jiahe go first, and immediately expressed his dissatisfaction: "It's rare to come here once, so I can't go to your house to watch a disc again, right?" He looked at Jiahe, "Let's go to Aze's house together. , he is a workaholic, you and I plus two assistants, we can just get together a table."
Jiahe is embarrassed to see him: "I can't play Hong Kong mahjong."
Wu Zhilun was obviously enthusiastic: "It's okay, I can teach you."
Yi Wenze didn't seem to care about him, but continued to ask, "Would you like to arrange a car to take you?"
Jiahe looked at Wu Zhilun and decided to put idols first: "No need, I drove here by myself."
As a result, the mahjong invitation of Sunshine Beauty was ignored like this...
When Jiahe walked out of the gate, he realized that it was pouring rain. He couldn't help but sigh that Shanghai in the rainy season is really rich and eye-catching. She knew how crowded the elevated road was by looking at the rain, so she drove her little cooper and squeezed into the sea of cars on Huaihai Road. the steering wheel.
In the pouring rain, on the bustling Huaihai West Road, she was tragically rear-ended.
Another heavy rain, another traffic jam, and another accident.
Jiahe didn't bring an umbrella, so he could only stay in the car for a while, and then ran out to cooperate with the traffic police. By the time everything was done, his body was completely wet, and he was in a mess. She is a novice herself, and after such a tossing, she dare not go on the road again, she simply took out her mobile phone and prepared to have Qiaoqiao pick her up. She changed into clean clothes before talking about it.
Unexpectedly, three missed calls have been displayed in such a short time.
Two are from Gu Yu, and the other is from Yi Wenze.
She hesitated for a while, but decided to solve her own predicament first, but she didn't expect that Qiaoqiao's side was always occupying the line. After dialing seven or eight, she could only scold her friend who was shy, and threw down the phone.
The wipers on the front windows had stopped long ago, and the rainwater kept flowing down, trapping the car in the rain curtain and making it difficult to see the pedestrians outside. There was a traffic warning on the radio, talking about where there was a traffic jam and where there was an accident. Jiahe was even more upset when he listened to it. He jumped from an emotional program to a song-ordering program. Go back and continue listening to traffic alerts.
After a while, she looked up the missed call again and pressed Yi Wenze's call back.
The pick up was very fast over there, and I could hear Wu Zhilun's laughter.
"Got home?"
She replied, "No, it's still on the way."
After being silent for a while, he suddenly asked, "Did something happen?"
Jiahe was slightly stunned, but he didn't expect him to guess the accident easily: "It's raining heavily outside, and I was rear-ended just now. My house is too far away to drive back, so I can only wait for Qiaoqiao to pick me up." She didn't dare to go back. It is really unfortunate to say that he is soaked all over.
"How long will she be here?"
Jiahe didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I don't know yet, she's been talking on the phone, I can only wait by the side of the road," she said, remembering that she hadn't asked Yi Wenze what she was looking for, "You call Me, is something wrong?"
Yi Wenze didn't answer, and continued to ask, "Which intersection are you at?"
Jiahe looked out the window and reported a direction.
Then, she heard him speaking in Cantonese, but not to herself, but to Wu Zhilun beside him. Wu Zhilun scolded him with a smile. If a photo was taken, it might become his rumored girlfriend or something. Soon, the phone was quiet again.
Only then did she react and said anxiously, "Don't bother, I'll just wait for a while."
He said calmly: "It doesn't matter, he is just chatting here, nothing serious."
Jiahe was choked, and it seemed very unreasonable to find an idol for the first time...
The radio continued to talk about the bad traffic, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry to hang up.
Wu Zhilun threw the umbrella to the back seat, pulled down the hood of his hoodie, and looked at her with a smile: "Let's go, where is your friend's house?"
Jiahe handed him the tissue box and motioned him to wipe the water off his body first: "Wait for me to call and ask first."
Under such road conditions, it would take at least half an hour to come from Xujiahui, but she and Yi Wenze talked like this for half an hour, and she didn't even have a chance to call Qiao Qiao... Fortunately, the phone was picked up after a few rings. Now, as soon as Qiao Qiao heard her situation, she immediately began to ask questions one after another, not giving Jia He a chance to interject. Just when she was depressed, the mobile phone was taken by the people around her.
Wu Zhilun put the phone between his shoulders and started the car: "This pretty girl, tell me the address first, we'll go over and ask you later."
Jojo was taken aback, blurted out the address, and then… He immediately hung up the phone.
"Actually, there's no need to bother you here, it would definitely be troublesome if it was photographed by a reporter." Jiahe was really full of guilt.
"That's right, in order to get rid of the reporters, my assistant is estimated to be blocked for an hour on the elevated road," Wu Zhilun joked: "Since Aze treats me as a little brother, he should deliberately let the reporters follow, think about it, if you Being photographed with me, the most troublesome thing is him."
Jiahe was speechless. Is this really Wu Zhilun, who has always been reticent in the face of the media
It wasn't until he got to the main road that he put on a serious expression: "Actually, he just signed the divorce, so it's better to be careful."