In the upper right corner, is scribbled handwriting: you smile i smile.
The surroundings fell silent for a while, and Yi Wenze stood on her right, holding a cup of tea, watching the display.
Jiahe smiled stiffly. Just when he was about to double-click the folder, he suddenly stretched out his hand, pointed to a spot and asked, "Is this the cover of "vogue" in 2007?"
"Well." She held the white mouse, her palms numb.
"Aqing has been looking for the cover of this issue," he continued after a brief pause, "torture her when there is time."
Jiahe hummed again, immediately double-clicked the file, and inserted the USB flash drive.
The U disk keeps flashing red light, indicating that the connection is successful.
Liao Jing suddenly smiled, picked up the flower teapot, and reached out to add a cup of tea to Director Jiang opposite: "I didn't expect Jiahe to be a fan of Aze." Director Jiang took a sip, as if suddenly remembered something: "I don't say anything. I forgot, the first time I met Jiahe, she mentioned that she was a screenwriter so that she could write a book for Aze one day."
Did I say that? !
Jiahe has the urge to break a big stone in his chest...
Yi Wenze smiled, and then chatted with Director Jiang about Jiahe's editorial review in Cantonese. Everyone is smart, but the screenwriter happens to be a die-hard fan of the male lead. He was quickly taken off the topic by him. Jiahe quickly copied and revised the script, and found an excuse to escape from the room.
It wasn't until she was in the corridor that she felt dizzy from the heat, which was a real shame.
Walking from Director Jiang's room to her own room, within ten steps, she made more than a dozen hypotheses, how could she steal and play tricks, and change the screenwriter to join the team... It was not until she saw Qiao Qiao huddled in her bed that she regained her soul. Son: "Why are you here? Where is the Besida?"
Jojo gritted her back teeth: "He said there was a performance, but he won't come." After speaking, he wiped his nose with a tissue, "They are so good, let you come back first?"
Jiahe looked at her resentfully, and quickly recounted her own predicament. Qiaoqiao immediately burst into laughter, patted the bed, let her sit beside him, and took her shoulders: "Unspoken rules, think about it, Yi Wen Zeqing is very hurt, and it is most suitable for male thieves and female prostitutes."
Jiahe immediately frowned: "If you can't make it, why are you unwilling?"
Jojo wailed and fell on the bed with a pillow: "Miss, I'm in a low mood, please pay attention to your words."
"Since your breakup in the second year of high school caused me to climb the wall and go out in the middle of the night, don't expect to hear good things again in this life."
Qiaoqiao laughed and scolded, hugged the pillow, and started to touch the phone to send text messages desperately.
Jiahe was caught by her words, and finally the three souls and seven souls were collected.
Some things are always the same, for example, there are always scandals between men and women, for example, Qiao Qiao always loses in love, and Jiahe's super self-soothing function. She even slowly began to sigh at Yi Wenze's graceful response, worthy of being her idol, and even this embarrassing situation could be resolved...
"He has been popular for more than ten years, and even my mother is his fan. Don't think that being a screenwriter means you understand the entertainment industry. A radish soaked in a vat for two months is a pickle, and a person soaked in a dye vat for twenty years. It's been marinated by bad water long ago." After Qiaoqiao finished speaking, she fell asleep, the screenwriter's schedule was three in the evening and ten in the morning, but she had to get up at seven o'clock to fix her makeup, so she couldn't afford it.
At seven o'clock the next morning, Jiahe was woken up by Xiaoou's phone call when she was still in a drowsiness. When she picked it up, she was almost crying: "Qiao Qiao is not with you, her phone is turned off." Jiahe threw the phone to Qiao On Qiao's face, she continued to sleep with her head covered, listening to Qiao Qiao's tossing for ten minutes before she was quiet.
Just as Duke Zhou disregarded his previous suspicions and was about to contain her again, the phone buzzed again.
"Don't call me before nine o'clock," Jiahe couldn't even open his eyes, "I will die from lack of sleep..."
"Crazy, guess who I saw." Jojo continued to babble regardless of her life and death.
"… "
"Gu Yu."
"… "
"It's that Gu Yu, who was originally a little reporter, but then climbed up to the editor-in-chief of the magazine and dumped you!"
"… I know." Repeat with that much detail
"He personally brought reporters to give an exclusive interview to Liao Jing. I swear, there is absolutely something tricky!"
"… Then."
"Liao Jing mentioned your name, but he actually asked you to do an interview with you, but I refused."
Jiahe touched the computer beside him and started to play a song to wake himself up completely from his dream.
"Forget it, if he wants to give love, we will continue."
The song that came out slowly was "Early", and Zhang Yu's cover version was even more desolate. Jiahe asked the room number, hung up the phone and huddled under the quilt. In a trance, she bemoaned this unexpected coincidence, and spontaneously included this kind of sky thunder plot into the material library of her brain. The old love is a female star, how predictable, the audience will definitely clench their fists and wait for the heroine to break out.
break out? She looked at the mirror in the bathroom and remembered that she and Comrade Gu had not seen each other for five years.
The right match is applicable to any era. When she was a small reporter, she couldn't expect the editor-in-chief of the magazine to keep her heart as usual, right? The entertainment industry has unspoken rules, the media industry is secretly rolling the sheets, marriage is used to engage in foreign affairs, and legs are used to split.
In fact, she really didn't feel much pain when she broke up at the beginning, probably because she knew that her emotional outlook has always been "acquainted with appearance".
So when Gu Yu was about to retire, she had no choice but to quit the circle completely.
The owner of the Marriott Hotel is very good at doing business. The central air conditioner in the lobby and corridor is turned off all the year round, and it is so cold that she rubbed her hands and wrapped her scarf three times before walking along the corridor to the door of the room and tapped lightly. A few times.
Because she was too embarrassed last night, she fell asleep completely at 4:30. At this time, she was really tired when she went out, plus the frost and cold in February, she was completely refreshed.
It was Qiao Qiao who opened the door. She bared her teeth at Jiahe and let her in.
Because it is for makeup, this room is fully air-conditioned.
The people inside were busy, but the female No. 1 was sitting outside, waiting for an interview. She put on makeup early in the morning, wearing a high-bun Tang suit, which was very eye-catching, holding a microphone and looking down at the manuscript she had prepared earlier. A young reporter was standing beside Liao Jing. The person sitting beside Liao Jing was wearing a proper suit and no tie. His profile was very handsome, and he was discussing details with her in a low voice.
"Mr. Gu," Qiaoqiaopi said with a smile, "our screenwriter is here."
When Gu Yu raised his head, Liao Jing also put down the manuscript: "Jiahe, heard from Teacher Gu that you were colleagues before?"
"It was a long time ago," Jia Hejing looked at Gu Yu, "I can't do as a reporter as Teacher Gu, so I can only change careers to make a living."
Gu Yu also looked back, but smiled without saying a word.
"That's right, we'll take a photo with Aze later, and publish it at the same time as the makeup photo." After she finished speaking, she smiled at Gu Yurou, coquettish but not coquettish, just right.
"Jiahe has always been fascinated by Yi Wenze," Gu Yu cleared his throat and said with a smile, "This time it's fate."
"So you know?" Liao Jing laughed out loud, "Yesterday Director Jiang also said that Jiahe entered the industry just for Aze."
Gu Yu raised his head with interest and glanced at Jiahe.
"You know, I've liked him since I was thirteen." Jiahe told the truth honestly, but he seemed to tell him with these words that if you say it on a first-come-first-served basis, Gu Yu is definitely not the first.
Jojo pressed her forehead and gave a wink ironically.
She felt the subtle atmosphere, and then suddenly turned to look in the direction of the dressing room, Yi Wenze came out at some point, dressed in a moon-white costume, and looked at them with a smile in his eyes. The light robe was slow, and the eyebrows were like engraved eyes. Jiahe was a little distracted. He only thought of the sentence in the book: Even if you are young and romantic, you can paint, but it is difficult to write. .
"The Star Wants To Retire"
At this time, she was wrapped in a heavy down jacket, and the scarf covered most of her face. Because she kept talking and forgot to take off her coat, her face was already hot and red, and it fell into the eyes of others, which naturally had other meanings.
Liao Jing is a smart person, and immediately laughed: "Aze, how do you feel when you are confessed by fans so close?"
Yi Wenze's smile deepened: "It's an honor."
This kind of interview is very simple. In fact, the manuscript has been prepared in advance. The communication between Gu Yu and Liao Jing just now was only slightly adjusted. If you are a lazy reporter, you can ask the crew for photos to be published. There is no need to make such a trip. These Jiahe naturally understand, and it is no wonder that Qiao Qiao said that there is something tricky in it.
Of course, for the crew, with the help of the mainstream media, it is impossible to ask for it. Who cares about your comings and goings here
When taking the final photo, Liao Jingzhen did not forget to pull Jiahe, but she repeatedly said that it was not in compliance with the rules and refused. She sat on the side with her head down in distress, thinking about whether to go back to make up her sleep, and the pictures had already been taken there, but Yi Wenze suddenly stood up, walked over to Jiahe and sat down: "Qiao Qiao, trouble me. Take a photo for me and Jiahe."
Everyone was stunned, Yi Wenze stretched out his hand, took Jiahe's shoulder naturally, and smiled slightly, as if no one was around.
With a bang, there was only one thought left in her mind. As expected of her idol, she even covered the work of fighting old love for fans...