When he woke up again, Jiahe slept in the massage room, covered with a quilt.
She sat up empty-headed, looked at the snow outside and began to desperately recall how she fell asleep last night, and how she got from the massage bed to the big bed, in vain.
There were some vague guesses in her heart that the three masseurs were all blind, and it was definitely not easy to carry her to bed. Could it be... She slapped her head suddenly, and secretly cursed herself for being a nympho.
After being stunned for a while, he got out of bed and stepped on his slippers to go outside.
The three massage beds were all empty, and the masseuses all went back to sleep. The work had not started at this time, and she was the only one in the room, empty. She looked at her phone. It was only after seven o'clock. She was wondering when Yi Wenze was going to leave when the door behind her was suddenly opened. When she turned around, Yi Wenze closed the door with her backhand.
"Morning." Yi Wenze greeted him simply.
"Morning..." Jiahe stared at him dumbfounded, "You're not playing today?"
It's an ordinary greeting, but at this time and place, it's a bit too mysterious...
Yi Wenze put the key card on the small bar: "Because I came back early, it's a day off."
Jiahe smiled. Later, he didn't know what he said, so he went back to his room for some reason, changed into warm clothes, and got into the empty car left by the crew. Yi Wenze has excellent driving skills and is familiar with Hengdian, and soon took her to a Hong Kong-style tea restaurant. The restaurant is on the side of a road being repaired. Cars can't drive in, so they can only park at the intersection. Jiahe followed him out of the car, stepped on the thin snow, carefully bypassed the puddle, and still got his shoes dirty.
When she got to the door, she rubbed the soles of her shoes repeatedly on the foot pads, for fear that a foot of slush might stain the floor.
She didn't open the door until she was completely clean and walked in. Yi Wenze was chatting with the boss in Cantonese in a low voice and smiled as he watched Jiahe come in. Then he nodded to the boss and took her to the innermost place to sit down. At this time, there were sparsely occupied tables in the store. Yi Wenze was dressed in ordinary clothes and pressed the brim of his hat, so he didn't attract much attention.
"Car noodles?" Yi Wenze said.
"Okay." Hungry, it was snowing again, and a bowl of Chezi noodles was just right.
"Barbecued pork noodles." Yi Wenze ordered it first, and the boss laughed and wrote it down while mocking him for being affectionate, never changing the taste of the noodles.
How... it's the same as my hobby.
Jiahe was stuck for a while, ordering the barbecued pork is a habit, but if he was like him, would he be too deliberate? She began to stare at Shan Zi, and for the first time discovered the downsides of being close to idols, even eating breakfast was like walking on thin ice.
"The barbecued pork noodles here tastes good," Yi Wenze looked at her and suggested, "You can try it."
Jiahe nodded hurriedly and breathed a sigh of relief.
"What to drink?"
"Coffee, espresso," she snapped.
"It looks like you're really sleepy," Yi Wenze looked down at his list. "Drinking this early is not good for the stomach. For those who drink espresso, breve and mocha will probably be too light. Con panna is more suitable."
so considerate...
Jiahe almost burst into tears.
Just when the face was brought up, her phone suddenly rang, and her name showed Qiao Qiao, and then she thumped in her heart, remembering what she told her last night. He picked it up quickly, and Qiaoqiao yawned over there: "I said, where did you and Yi Wenze go?"
"I'm having breakfast, and I'll talk to the hotel about the book in a while." Jiahe pretended to be.
"Fuck," Qiaoqiao scolded with a smile, "don't pretend, you all drove the car away."
Jiahe hummed twice, stirred the noodles with chopsticks, and took a peek at Yi Wenze.
He was holding up the lemon tea and took a sip.
"Okay, okay," Qiaoqiao laughed, "Why are you nervous? I told you to bring me a hot drink. See you are panicking. Forget it, I'll go to Nestle." Hung up the phone wisely.
Jiahe put her mobile phone on the table and started eating noodles. Yi Wenze didn't seem to be in a hurry to go back. She lowered her head slightly to look at her mobile phone. She didn't dare to eat too fast until there were two or three customers left in the store. Put chopsticks.
There was only half a cup of coffee left, and Yi Wenze was still looking at his phone. From this angle, he could clearly see his eyelashes, the morning light outside the window, and the right angle. The person in front of him had the texture of a poster, which made people sink. Jiahe sighed inwardly, only to realize that he was too unscrupulous, so he hurriedly lowered his head and continued stirring the cold coffee.
"Sorry, the new play is waiting for feedback." Yi Wenze raised his head and noticed that Jiahe was still stirring coffee, so he waved to the boss for another cup, and pushed it in front of Jiahe, motioning her to drink another cup.
Every minute and every second, getting along is more arduous than acting, but she didn't dare to say it back first.
While she was muttering silently, the phone rang again, she thought it was Jojo, but it was another life-threatening ghost. As soon as I answered the phone, Xiao Yu's lazy voice came from there: "No, I just tried to make a call, and you answered the phone at this time—"
Jiahe said sullenly, "I'm having breakfast."
"It's snowing in Beijing, is it snowing in Shanghai?"
Jiahe's chest became even tighter: "I'm with the team in Hengdian."
"Whose play?"
Jiahe glanced at Yi Wenze with a guilty conscience, but did not dare to speak of him, only the name of the heroine.
"Hooking up on the beauties of your ex-man?" Xiao Yu was also eating breakfast, and his words were slurred, "Is the real person good-looking?"
"First Evolution"
Yes, the scandal has spread to 1,400 kilometers away.
Jiahe sighed: "It's good-looking, very good-looking, but to the point, what are you calling me for?"
"Okay, screenwriter," Xiao Yu laughed, "I picked up a cosmetic client and wanted to find a first-tier female celebrity to endorse, guess what? I found countless brokerage companies, not to mention first-tier, third-tier. It's gone, as long as it's a female star, no matter what makeup and skin care it takes from the neck up, it's all signed."
Jiahe grabbed the phone and started pouring milk and sugar: "So what?"
"So let's see if there are any vacancies for me to use. For example, to find out whose contract is coming soon, I will sign it quickly."
"You should ask Jojo about this. It's useless to ask me. She is a producer and knows many stars."
"She told me to find you," the other side immediately complained clearly, "I just hung up her phone, she said that you have recently caught up with Yi Wenze, this kind of request is simply a pediatrician, eh, I forgot to mention it, How did you get on with your idol, it sounds like Taiwanese..."
There were endless sighs over there. Jiahe's face was already colorful. He glanced at Yi Wenze and couldn't help coughing a few times: "Stop, I'll go back when I have something to say." clean.
While her heart was still churning, Yi Wenze looked up at her: "What's wrong?"
Jiahe blurted out: "A friend of mine wants to find a female celebrity to endorse cosmetics, but I can't find anyone who doesn't have an endorsement."
She said it casually, but she didn't expect the person in front of her to pick up her mobile phone and call the agency, to the effect of checking if there was any artist contract in the company that was about to expire, and giving a message.
Holding the black ipone in his hand, he tapped the screen of the phone with his middle finger, making a slight, rhythmic sound.
Jiahe lowered his head and drank two sips of coffee, his heart beating slowly and forcefully with the light beating between his fingers. She looked down at the menu on the table. The glass plate pressed on it had some slight scratches, but it was clean. She recited the names silently, but her mind was blank. Make half a sound.
After a while, Yi Wenze said thank you and hung up the phone: "Tianchu's contract is about to expire. If your friend is interested, I can ask her agent to talk."
Jiahe almost dropped the spoon, she forgot that Yi Wenze and Tianchu belonged to the same company.
"However, there are already several companies talking about her. Her positioning is high-end. If your friend is an international brand, it is better. If it is a domestic brand, you can only win by endorsement fees." Yi Wenze said calmly, from the expression on. There is nothing unusual about the sound.
Jiahe hummed a few times, and her voice became a little astringent: "Okay, I'll ask her."
"Finished?" Yi Wenze put away his phone.
Jiahe nodded, put down the cup quickly, and made it look like he could leave at any time.
Yi Wenze's smile deepened. He stood up and walked to the counter to pay the bill. He was recognized by two young people sitting at the door. After bowing his head and exchanging a few words, the woman immediately stood up and asked him to take a photo with great interest. But he was unexpectedly rejected by a smile. As he took out the money from his wallet, he said that he was just eating with friends, and it was inconvenient to take a photo. When he was talking, Jiahe happened to be walking beside him, and the woman immediately stared at her for three seconds.
When they returned to the hotel, Qiao Qiao was still sleeping with the quilt wrapped in it, when Jia He saw her covering her face, she burst into flames, lifted a corner of the quilt, and shook all the heat immediately, and the person on the bed jumped up: "Crazy! I rarely sleep late today!"
"You sonorous duo, you made me miserable enough to sleep?" The introvertedness in the morning was completely gone, leaving only a half-crazy Jia He.
"I'm creating an opportunity for you," Qiaoqiao grabbed the quilt and quickly wrapped it into a zongzi: "How is it, did he help you?"
"Tianchu," Jiahe gritted his teeth, "Tianchu's endorsement contract is almost full."
Qiaoqiao froze for a moment and murmured, "Tianchu? You're right."
"Just listen, don't tell Xiao Yu." Jiahe threw the down jacket on the bed, squeezed her, and got into the quilt.
"You are stupid, of course you have to say it, and try your best to make it happen," Qiao Qiao squinted at her: "What are you afraid of? Yi Wenze is willing to talk about Tianchu for you, it is definitely a special treatment, if you don't say anything The sound is mute, what is it? That's your idol."
Jiahe closed his eyes and slept, too lazy to pay attention to her.
Only then did Qiaoqiao regain her senses, and immediately pulled off the quilt that covered her head: "Just one night, he is willing to find Tianchu to shoot an advertisement for you, tell me, what have you all done?"
"I fell asleep in the massage room myself." Jiahe was furious, approaching the critical point.
"Come on, I woke up in the middle of the night last night," Qiao Qiao looked at her seriously, "I went to see you before you came back. Guess what did I see?"
Jiahe was inexplicably guilty because of what she said. When she was organizing the language and preparing to resist any rumors, the phone rang again.
She answered the phone with grief and anger, and gave a hello. It seemed to be very quiet there, only a very familiar voice said: "Hello, I'm Tianchu."