By the time he returned from Harbin, Beijing had dropped the temperature again.
Originally, he left an hour early, but arrived two hours late. In the final analysis, there was only one reason. Jiahe's classmate had another car scraping incident. When approaching the parking garage, Yi Wenze was actually being interviewed. When Ah Qing saw the car approaching, he helped her back the car into the parking space, grabbed her arm and said, "Wait a minute, there are media in the car."
Jiahe nodded, "Why are you interviewing in the parking lot?"
"It was supposed to be near Guomao in an hour," A Qing winked. "Because I was going to a TV station to do a TV talk show, it was too late, so the reporter drove to the airport."
Jiahe was even more at a loss, looked at his watch and asked, "Is it too late now?"
Ah Qing also glanced at it: "I'm leaving, I'll rush them." After saying that, I got into the car immediately, and two people got off after a while. Jiahe was about to get into the car, and someone called her uncertainly. , Looking back, it was the reporter who got off the car just now, and it turned out to be his high school classmate.
The woman came to say hello while putting away the recorder: "Are you here to pick up someone?" Jiahe wanted to shake her head, but when she thought about it, why did she come to the airport parking garage if she didn't pick up someone? He nodded and said, "Yes, how about you?"
The woman took two quick steps and took her arm: "Interview with Yi Wenze."
Jiahe snorted, and the woman pointed at the person behind her and said, "This is my colleague, by the way, where are you hanging out now?"
"Being a screenwriter." Jiahe looked at the place where the front of the car was rubbed by him, and then went to look at the car. Ah Qing got down just now, and when he saw the situation here, he turned around and said something to the inside.
"The screenwriter?" The person in front of him laughed, "It's best if the movie is popular, and I can interview you one day."
Jiahe laughed and said, "Okay, okay, remember to write me like a wenqu star came into the world." The person in front of her smiled and patted her shoulder: "Come on, it's not popular now, it's better to write that you are a young lady when you are a teenager. Sister, hang out outside every day, and then go abroad and come back from the sky, so it is named as a guide."
Jiahe looked at her embarrassedly, remembered Yi Wenze's next show, and hurriedly reached out to wrap her shoulders and interrupted: "Don't talk, I'll go to you for dinner when I get a chance, I'm in a hurry to pick up someone." Car, turn around and go to the elevator.
It wasn't until I saw them driving away that I let out a long breath and turned back the same way.
Ah Qing stood at the rear of the car and kept winking at her, but her face was twisted together and she didn't see it until she turned from the rear of the car and saw Yi Wenze bending over to look at the car...
Done.
She gave Aqing an evasive gesture, walked over, hugged his waist from behind, and rubbed his back with her face flatteringly: "Welcome home, dear." It's sour, but that's all When there is no beauty plan, when will it be
Without seeing his face, he asked for the car keys and successfully carried them to the car.
After putting the key in, he gave her a quiet look: "How many years have you learned to drive?"
"Studied in college," Jiahe calculated, "for many years."
"Don't drive in the future," he said flatly, looking at his watch. "If you want to go out, I'll drive you. If I'm not in Beijing, I'll take a taxi. If it's really inconvenient, I'll hire a driver."
The corner of Jiahe's mouth slowly pulled down, what is a sentence of life and death? That's it.
Unexpectedly, it was a hundred turns and a thousand times. When he was thinking about how to get back a city, Yi Wenze had already leaned over, put his palm behind her neck, and easily pulled the distance and gave a very lingering kiss. Because they just stayed outside for a while, their lips were cold, but their kiss was hot.
The sound of the air conditioner was a bit noisy, and she was caught off guard by him, so she just catered to her, and didn't murmur until he let go. You are not afraid of being seen. Before he could finish speaking, he felt that he was completely close, leaned over from the front and blocked her mouth again, just blocking the lights that were dangling in front of the car. In the end, he finally fastened her seat belt: "Give me the driver's license."
… What is a beauty plan? ! that's!
Jiahe successfully handed over the driver's license that he finally passed the test. Seeing Yi Wenze put it in his pocket, he couldn't help but mourned.
It was not until the car drove out of the garage that he slowly raised the corner of his mouth and smiled.
Because of her own fault, it was really too late to go home, so she could only follow Yi Wenze to the downstairs of the TV station. Originally, she wanted to wait in the car, but Ah Qing said that the talk show would take a long time, so she still dragged her upstairs. There was a hostess in the dressing room, and when she saw Yi Wenze, she immediately stepped forward and held his hand: "Mr. Yi, I haven't seen you for two or three years."
Yi Wenze held her hand lightly and smiled: "Sorry, there is a traffic jam on the road."
The hostess smiled and let him into the dressing room: "The single this time is amazing. Only a few days ago, the little girls here have changed to be the ringtones, Cantonese and Mandarin, I'm going crazy, no matter who I hit. This song is on my phone."
As expected of a famous mouth, when I met someone like Yi Wenze who didn't like greetings, I couldn't help but say a few words. At the end, when Yi Wenze sat down, Jiahe stood beside him, watching the makeup artist make a gesture. Get his hair done. At first, she only saw the finished product made by Yi Wenze, but she never saw the process.
The hostess is still adjusting in front of the mirror, he is already drinking water and waiting.
What is natural beauty that is hard to give up, that's it.
When he got home in the evening, Jiahe personally cooked noodles for him to eat.
She held her chin and watched him eat the noodles, trying to ask him in the gentlest voice, "Is it delicious?" Yi Wenze slowly pulled her over, let her sit beside her, and handed it to her mouth.
She took a bite of the thick sauce, and when she raised her head to speak, Yi Wenze had already casually asked, "Is it delicious?"
Jiahe hummed, and successfully put the matter of driving to the back of his mind.
When he was going to take a shower, Jiahe turned on the computer, put on his headphones and started processing work emails. In the middle of the night, she actually received more than a dozen emails. She looked at them one by one, and she was a little crazy in the end. Many books that have been handed in badly two or three years ago have never been filmed. Now that Yongan's ratings have risen, they have begun to revise it and prepare to start filming.
They are all written by themselves, and I can only be responsible to the end, but there are many, many books.
Just as Jiahe was looking at it with red eyes, he heard the phone ring, and it turned out to be his mother's call in the middle of the night. She was startled, and hurriedly picked up to listen. Bian'er's mother called out with a fuss: "After my daughter, your father's mind is not clear, and he only calls your name."
"Ah?" Jiahe pressed his chest, "Don't worry, can you still walk? Can you move? Did you hit 120?"
"It's a fight," Mom kept saying over there, "Don't worry, old man, let's talk about something, don't worry."
Jiahe was terrified just listening to it: "When the ambulance arrives, get on first, then send me the name of the hospital, and I'll drive back immediately." After hanging up the phone, Yi Wenze had just come out of the shower, and when she saw her, she was in a hurry. Putting on clothes, he fumbled with his mobile phone and ran out. He immediately brought it back to her: "Wait for me to get dressed and go with me."
Jiahe's head was in a mess, and he was even more startled by what he said: "Why are you going?"
Yi Wenze quickly took out his shirt, and asked her to get his wallet and car keys while he buttoned it. Jiahe was directed around by him until he got into the car, and then he called his mother again. Mom picked it up, and it was Mu Mu: "Sister, the phone is with me. When 120 comes, I'll text you and tell you where to go." He immediately hung up the phone.
Jiahe's heart felt a headache, and he stared blankly at Yi Wenze. Yi Wenze was igniting the car and starting the car. Feeling her looking at him, he immediately pulled her over and hugged her: "It's alright."
After that, he kissed her forehead.
The air conditioner had just turned on, and the car was terrifyingly cold, but just such a move made her feel warm. At that moment, the cold hand felt a little bit.
The phone suddenly vibrated, and it was a text message from Mu Mu.
She subconsciously reported the name of the hospital, but suddenly hesitated: "Can I drive by myself?"
This kind of public place always feels that it is not suitable for him to appear.
Yi Wenze just smiled: "Although the time to meet was not good, you can't deprive me of my rights as a boyfriend, right?" Jiahe snorted, as if it was because of these words that he had a heart. some landings.
When we arrived at the hospital, it was already midnight, the hall was still full of people, and there was a strong smell of disinfectant.
Jiahe didn't care about anything else, and while on the phone to ask about the floor, he followed Mu Mu's instructions and ran to the emergency room. Yi Wenze followed her all the way in, and there were people around him who stopped and looked back. Almost all of them were stunned and couldn't believe it.
She didn't stop suddenly until outside the emergency room and looked back at Yi Wenze.
Yi Wenze said nothing, took her hand lightly, and pushed open the door for her.
The ward was obviously overcrowded, but because two people came in, it immediately became quiet.
Jiahe looked around and immediately saw a hospital bed surrounded by three floors, all uncles, aunts and aunts. She was about to walk over when she heard a scream, which made her almost sit on the ground.
Mu Mu rushed over and grabbed Jiahe's arm: "Why is my brother-in-law here?!" Jiahe gasped and asked him, "How is my dad." He had an expression of being choked on by the zongzi, but he couldn't find the water.
Even Mu Mu was seen trembling and stammered: "No, it's okay... Just, it's just low blood sugar..."
"Low blood sugar?!" Jiahe felt like blood was rushing to his head, "Isn't my dad third high?!"
My mother didn't know where she came from, but she actually stood behind him and Yi Wenze and explained: "I scared my daughter to death, it's alright, don't worry, I've taken a CT scan too, and my brain is fine, the doctor said. Well, your dad just took too much blood sugar-lowering medicine."
Jiahe was so relieved that he looked back at Yi Wenze. Before he knew what to say, he saw his mother walk in. He probably guessed that the man with his back to him was a pirated copy of Yi Wenze that was hidden by his daughter. Wen Ze, putting on an air, gave him a serious look.
Then, it was successfully quiet.
Yi Wenze nodded solemnly and said, "Auntie, hello, I'm Yi Wenze."
Jiahe's mother was stunned for five seconds before she cleared her throat and patted his arm: "Xiaoyi, you are startled, really, this is the first time we met so embarrassingly." Also laughed twice.
"Five Dynasties Rivers, Mountains, Wind and Moon"
Incredibly graceful.
The uncles, aunts and aunts immediately cooperated and laughed, and then let the bedside out: "Come and see your dad, you will be refreshed after hanging the salt water." , is being helped up from the bed by the second aunt, leaning against the head of the bed and confused.
Jiahe suddenly had the illusion of being caught and dared not move.
In the end, it turned out that Yi Wenze stepped up first, and she followed. Yi Wenze went to the bed and bent slightly: "Hello, uncle, how are you feeling now?" After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand naturally. Put a pillow behind Dad's back.
Dad looked up at him in a daze, but didn't say anything, but Mom came up a few steps and twisted his arm: "I'm talking to you!"
"Ah," Dad was twisted to wake up. "It's not bad, it's not bad." After speaking, he moved his arms. "Don't worry, it's strong." After speaking, he couldn't help but turned back to his mother and asked in a low voice. He said, "This looks too similar, doesn't it?"
In a word, she almost burst into tears, what and what
It really wants to be like this, it can't be like this...