"It's in a town below the ring road, Luohe. I don't know if you've heard of this place."
Luohe.
What a coincidence
Qiao Nian had no time to attend the event, but after Wen Ruxia told her the location, she thought for a moment and did not refuse directly: "Send me the shooting time and process sheet later, and I'll see if I have time. I'll go when I have time."
Wen Ruxia was naturally overjoyed and agreed immediately.
After Qiao Nian hung up the phone, she put the phone down and fastened her seat belt. Without anyone asking, she took the initiative to say, "Wen Ruxia called and wanted me to participate in a variety show."
Ye Wangchuan was quite surprised: "You want to go?"
"Just one issue." Qiao Nian frowned with annoyance. He didn't answer immediately. He pushed his cap with his hand and said casually, "Not necessarily."
"She said that the variety show was a program to promote traditional culture. Their first episode was going to recommend an ancient chime bell, which happened to be discovered in Raocheng. I graduated from Raocheng No. 1 Middle School, so she wanted me to be a temporary guest. In addition, they would also invite some celebrities to come."
Ye Wangchuan handed her the water, his brows calm and reserved, and patiently opened the lid for her: "Has the MV you filmed before been broadcast?"
"Which MV?" Qiao Nian took the water cup from him, bit the straw and took a sip, frowned and then relaxed, remembering it, propped up her chin with her hand, and said lazily, "You're talking about that one."
Seeing her biting her lips lazily, Ye Wangchuan couldn't help but let his eyes pass over her rosy lips. However, he restrained himself and looked away, then rolled down the car window to let the natural wind from outside blow in.
After the temperature in the car dropped and it was no longer as hot as before, Ye Wangchuan said slowly, "I remember that the MV you shot will be online soon, probably in the next few days."
Qiao Nian has a good memory, but he doesn't pay much attention to small things. When he mentioned it, he immediately remembered: "It seems that I went online yesterday."
She put the cup of water on the car and reached for her phone: "Let me see."
Qiao Nian got her phone and logged into Weibo first. As soon as she logged in, her phone froze immediately, and all the messages were tagged to her.
Overwhelming.
There must be at least tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of messages to freeze her phone.
Qiao Nian: …
"Go back first? Or do you have somewhere to go?" Ye Wangchuan started the car, put his hands on the steering wheel, and turned the car smoothly.
As soon as I turned my head to talk to her, I saw the girl sitting in the passenger seat, holding a cell phone, with a frown on her face, and she didn't move for a long time.
He tilted his head lazily, his black shirt exuding a slight chill: "What's wrong?"
Qiao Nian's expression froze for a second, and then she blinked again, turned her head away, and propped up her face with her hands in a nonchalant manner: "Ah, nothing."
"Hmm?" Ye Wangchuan raised his eyebrows.
Qiao Nian was very annoyed: "There are too many fans, and my phone is stuck."
She is quite Versailles!
Ye Wangchuan was silent for a few seconds, then reached out to help her straighten her cap, and then sat back down, saying calmly, "Then you do it first. Tell me when you're done."
Qiao Nian's cell phones were all modified by her, but there were too many messages tagged to her on Weibo, and the phone got stuck because they all came in at once.
But it didn't last long.
Qiao Nian operated the phone interface with one hand, and the phone was back in use after a while.
(End of this chapter)