The number of reprints has soared to more than 30,000.
Below the photo, there was a simple line of words: I couldn't sleep the night before, I was blowing on the balcony, and I saw Wu Zhilun's invisible girlfriend! And oh, the owner of this house is not simple, but it is my idol, so I will not pick it up.
A line of small print, shocking.
Jiahe was stunned for a long time before quickly asking Xiao Yu: How did you see it.
Xiao Yu sent a rabbit that kept twisting his butt: Look at the number of reprints. This is just the number of times the original post has been reprinted, and there are countless second-hand and third-hand rotations, and my colleague also has it on the scarf, which made my heart almost stop.
Jiahe chest tightness: My heart almost stopped beating...
Then Xiao Yu lost his voice again, as if he was really in a meeting, only the fat white rabbit was left, wriggling around happily.
Jiahe threw away the phone, and after less than half a second, he picked up the phone again and stared at the photo carefully. Although it is far away, you can see the side face, which is definitely not what a mobile phone can achieve.
Much like... a SLR.
Jiahe smiled bitterly, now even the commoners are so professional in gossip.
Before he could think of words to comfort himself, the phone rang desperately.
"On the Internet," Jojo said briefly and quickly, "watching entertainment news."
Jiahe was speechless.
"Did you go up?" Qiaoqiao continued to urge.
"It's not related to me, right?" Jiahe prayed desperately.
Qiaoqiao snorted: "You know? The scarf is really scary. I'm looking at your posts, and I've basically been inseparable. Fortunately, everyone who knows you has a good word, and only some 'informed people' add fuel to it."
Jiahe wanted to cry but had no tears: "I can't find my real name."
God, don't.
"Don't panic, Wu Zhilun just clarified on the scarf, it's just a friend, everyone has already started to dig up who owns that villa."
"It's okay." Jiahe breathed a sigh of relief, but for some reason, he became nervous again after hearing the second half of the sentence.
Qiao Qiao smiled: "Don't be too happy, someone said that he also saw Wu Zhilun and a girl on Huaihai Road, and took a picture with his mobile phone. Although he couldn't see his face, the car and clothes were the same. Think about it, Wu Zhilun is low-key. Come to Shanghai, go from Huaihai Road to Pudong to be with a woman, and drive a toy cooper, just brain supplement is enough for you. He has a movie recently, and maybe he will stop talking to the media after a while, then It's more fun."
Jiahe had no intention of joking, so he just scolded her and hung up the phone.
Fortunately, it's just a profile, and it's not a star, so it's hard for people to remember the face.
There is a difference between the photo and the real person, and the difference is very big. Jiahe kept making up his mind. When Qiao Qiao and the artist he managed were photographed eating, except for a few friends who made fun of them, it had no effect. She can only pray now that no good acquaintance will join in the fun.
When she was a reporter, she never read the manuscript she wrote, for fear of printing it, she felt superficial.
When she was a screenwriter, she never watched the films she wrote. She was afraid that the show would be very boring when it started airing.
When she was scandalized, naturally... she didn't dare to read the forum posts.
For a while I thought about nothing, and for a while I was afraid that something would happen.
She was so entangled, she began to walk from the bathroom to the bedroom, then looked at the closet, and made sure that she had everything. After a long time, I took out my phone again, glanced at Ctrip's text message, and confirmed the flight time. There are still more than five hours, and it's fine at home anyway, just in time to have a decent dinner, she thought so, and immediately pulled the box and locked the door and went out.
While waiting for the elevator, Aunt Zhao next door happened to be out to throw out the garbage. She immediately stepped forward to say hello when she saw her: "Jiahe, are you at home?"
Jiahe nodded: "I just came back, and I'm going to Beijing for a business trip again."
With a ding, the elevator opened, and when Jiahe was about to say goodbye, Aunt Zhao followed up: "The sun is shining, go downstairs for a walk."
Jiahe was inexplicable. When he pressed down on the first floor, Aunt Zhao whispered, "Are you going to Beijing to collect the certificate?"
"Ah?" Jia He was startled.
"Just now my daughter was playing with the computer and showed me pictures," Aunt Zhao smiled mysteriously. "You have such a boyfriend, don't you have to pay to watch movies in the future?"
Jiahe laughed and laughed. It turns out that for these aunties, the benefits of being an actor are so simple...
"Auntie, that's someone else's joke. Don't believe anything online, it's all fake."
Aunt Zhao hummed twice and nodded: "I understand, my daughter has told me that she has to keep her mouth shut, and she can't say anything if a reporter asks."
Jiahe was completely silent.
After finally getting to the first floor, she carried the box down the steps and pulled out the lever: "Auntie, I'm leaving."
"Oops, Jiahe, is that Yi Wenze?" Jupiter's voice trembled, looking overwhelmed in surprise, as if he hadn't heard her words.
Jiahe's heart beat, and after a long pause, he turned to look in that direction.
I only prayed secretly in my heart, hoping that Aunt Zhao was wrong.
It's a pity that Yi Wenze's powerful aura has already turned this place into an exterior set.
The black car was parked by the pool, the door was half-open, and he was leaning against the door like that, but a low-key black coat and a casual posture in his pockets made her have an illusion, as if someone called action at any time, There will be a heart-piercing, dog-blooded urban love drama. It's work time, and it's a single-family apartment. There are only three or two people going in and out downstairs, but they all stop to look back, their excitement is beyond words...
Her heart was fast and slow, and she froze in place.
Aunt Zhao seemed to be complaining in a low voice that she forgot to bring her mobile phone.
Suddenly, Yi Wenze seemed to have a feeling, looked sideways here, and clearly beckoned to her.
A natural greeting made her a little at a loss.
"Auntie, I'm leaving." She pulled the box resignedly and said goodbye again.
When Aunt Zhao saw this, she suddenly woke up: "Could it be that Yi Wenze is your boyfriend and Wu Zhilun is making soy sauce?"
Jiahe wanted to cry, what and what.
Does knowing a celebrity... must be a scandal? !
Her chest is full of galloping horses, but she still has a smile on her face: "No, no, I'm his screenwriter. It's a simple partnership. We are going to the company for a meeting now." The box runs quickly.
Handing the luggage to the driver, she slammed into the car door herself, letting out a sigh of relief.
The next second, she found that she was standing next to her legs, next to Yi Wenze, with no gap, and she could even feel his body temperature... She wanted to move away, but she was afraid that it would embarrass each other, so she could only say it casually. Ask: "Are you looking for me?"
After speaking, he moved a few inches silently.
At this moment, the car was passing over the speed bump at the gate, jolted violently, and she hit him again.
Legs are still next to legs, and even the body is sticking together...
Yi Wenze couldn't help but smile: "Go to dinner first?"
In the front row, Ah Qing had his earphones plugged in, while the driver kept his eyes on the road, as if they had agreed to leave room for them to talk.
The more she was like this, the more guilty she became: "I booked a flight to Beijing at nine o'clock."
"I know, Jojo has already told me," he raised his wrist to look at his watch: "It's six o'clock, and there's still time to have dinner together."
What he said was natural, not far-fetched. Jiahe also wanted to answer naturally, but after holding it for a long time, he could only say a good word.
After a while, Ah Qing started to call, occasionally bringing out the name of a restaurant, which seemed to be where they were going. Jiahe only felt familiar, and vaguely knew where it was. Although it was quiet, it was a public place...
"Let's go to your club." She hesitated.
Yi Wenze glanced at her: "What's wrong?"
"It's a public place, it's not very good." Jiahe explained.
"It's ok."
She hesitated to say anything, but it was hard to say that she was afraid of being photographed again.
Yi Wenze didn't speak any more, just took the magazine and flipped it in his hand. The two were so close to each other that she could even clearly feel his slight movement of turning the page, but in view of the previous lesson, she didn't dare to move again until she got out of the car.
When the car stopped, Ah Qing suddenly called Director Jiang. Jiahe followed the sound and saw Director Jiang and Assistant Director Cheng Hao talking at the door. It turned out to be a dinner party for the crew, so she breathed a sigh of relief, but she was a little surprised when she entered the private room. There are not only the crew members of "Yong An", but also many unfamiliar faces. What surprised her most was that Wu Zhilun was also there.
When he saw Jiahe, he immediately covered the phone he was connecting to: "Gossip girlfriend, long time no see."
Although they are all insiders, and no one will gossip, but this kind of ridicule still makes several table people turn their heads and look at her a few more times. Wu Zhilun wanted to say something else, but Yi Wenze glanced at him inadvertently, and successfully sealed his mouth.
There are six tables in the private room. Jia He wanted to sit with Qiao Qiao, but found that she was not there, so he could only follow Yi Wenze step by step, and suddenly stopped when he finished talking with a few people and was about to go to the main table.
Yi Wenze looked down at her: "What's wrong?"
"Can I sit with Ah Qing?" she asked in a low voice.
He thought about it for a few seconds, and finally nodded and said, "Go ahead."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone came up to say hello, and Jiahe took the opportunity to slip away.
The table where Ah Qing was sitting was in the corner, with most of the seats vacant, very quiet.
When Jiahe pulled out the chair and sat down, Ah Qing saw her and immediately said in surprise, "Screenwriter, why are you sitting here?"
small book booth
"It's good here," Jiahe said with a haha, "Look at a table with half a table of people eating, it's a good deal."
Ah Qing snorted, it seemed to make sense, but he felt it was unreasonable, and he didn't ask any more after thinking about it for a long time.
There were lively conversations around, but it had nothing to do with her, only occasionally when the crew came to say hello, she responded with a smile, and quickly treated herself like air, and began to eat silently. I don't know who started it, but someone suddenly mentioned that Yi Wenze wants to cooperate with Wu Zhilun to open a film production company, and has already started to discuss cooperation with many companies. When this topic came together, many people began to ridicule two people, the two most handsome production company bosses in the entertainment industry, and the peach blossoms in the future would not be able to stop them.
She couldn't help but glanced at the main table, and continued to eat dishes one after another.
When she was almost full, her shoulders were suddenly held down. Wu Zhilun stood beside her and said with a low smile, "Everything is prosperous with home and harmony. For you, Azer, who is the least fond of socializing, is willing to invite people to dinner."
Jiahe was puzzled.
"Me and you, plus so many people," he glanced around. "It's a public place again. I don't know how many photos will leak out today. Plus the news from the production company, who would pay attention to that scarf?"
Jiahe suddenly took a sip of tea.
It should have been a heart to fall, but it was unexpected and even more uneasy.
Wu Zhilun patted her shoulder meaningfully, and walked away with the wine glass.
That's how it was arranged.
She looked sideways at the main table again, Yi Wenze was talking to someone, but just when she was about to look away, he glanced here inadvertently. Jiahe was so shocked that he immediately picked up the cup and pretended to look around, avoiding his gaze.
It was almost half past seven when Yi Wenze left the hotel with Jia He. The car was parked just outside the door, and it seemed that it was a long-arranged time. After the two got into the car, they immediately got on the elevated and went straight to the airport.
"Thank you," the car was very quiet, she could only keep her voice low so as not to be heard by the driver in the front row, "Wu Zhilun said this meal is to defuse the influence of that photo."
"It's nothing, this meal is planned, but it's a little earlier."
Jiahe hummed, thinking to himself, in short, it is right to thank him.
After a while of silence, he suddenly said, "I didn't send you that day because my legs couldn't drive."
Jiahe continued to hum, but did not understand what he meant.
He added calmly: "So, regarding the scandal, I didn't plan to let him do it for me."
Jiahe was stunned for a while, but when he looked up, he just happened to look over.
Just when he lowered his head slightly, the phone suddenly vibrated, and she hurriedly turned her head down to flip through the bag, but she flipped through the place for a full minute that she could normally reach within three seconds. Seeing that it was a text message from Gu Yu, my heart was even more empty, so I simply clicked delete, and didn't dare to read it.
But such a distance... such a big screen, he is so close.
Jiahe hesitated for a long time before saying, "It was a text message from Gu Yu."
Yi Wenze hummed lightly: "Is he still looking for you?"