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The next day, Xia Yang woke up late. Tang Siming helped him ask for leave from the director yesterday, so his scenes were suspended for the past two days.
The weather is still gloomy, the cold wind is blowing, the sun is stingy and refuses to show its head, and it seems that snow may fall again at any time.
As soon as he got up, he turned his sore neck and looked around. He had the impression that Han Yi had been here last night, fed him medicine, and allowed him to make some "ill-gotten gains" through opportunism.
It was a bit unreal when he thought about it, and he wasn't sure if he was dreaming.
While I was looking for something, I heard the sound of running water from the faucet in the bathroom. There must be someone inside.
"Han Yi?" Xia Yang stretched his neck and shouted in the direction of the bathroom.
It was Fang Ming who came out.
"Sir, he has an important meeting in the morning. He went back first and asked me to come and take care of Young Master Xia." Butler Fang said.
"Oh," Xia Yang raised his eyebrows and murmured to himself, "So this is really not a dream. Han Yi was indeed here last night."
Fang Ming looked at him with a hint of doubt in his eyes: "Didn't Mr. Xia see Mr. Xia last night?"
"Well, I have a fever and am confused. I feel like we did something last night, but I'm not sure if it's true."
Fang Ming looked at the sentence "It seems to have done something" and also said "Uh..."
It seems that my husband is not as cold and ascetic as he seems, and his worldly desires are quite strong.
We haven’t seen each other for a few weeks, but I’m so impatient that my other half has a fever...
However, he has the consciousness of a housekeeper. Don't think or say anything inappropriate. After a moment of silence, he returned to the topic and said: "Sir, he sent me a message at 4 o'clock in the morning." As he spoke, he clicked on WeChat and handed over the phone. past.
Xia Yang lowered his head and saw the time when the message was sent.
—4:37 a.m.
[Mr. Han]: Butler Fang, please arrive at Minghu Garden Hotel on time at 5:30 tomorrow morning. Xia Yang is sick and needs someone to take care of him. His assistant is too young, so I don’t trust him.
[Mr. Han]: [Location]
The two lines of small words were like small hooks, firmly hooking Xia Yang's eyes. It was as if a kitten ran into the lake in his heart, and its soft cat paws stirred the calm water, spreading circles and circles. Thin ripples.
So Han Yi stayed here all night last night!
Hiss, this doesn’t look like Party A’s father.
More like dad.
"Is he worried that I will set myself on fire?" Xia Yang lowered his head and rubbed his nose, "I should give him a banner to pay tribute to the most beautiful night watchman."
"This is okay." Fang Ming said seriously.
Not long after, Butler Fang went out to buy breakfast for him. As soon as they left, Xia Yang opened WeChat and wanted to send a message to Han Yi.
There was nothing important, I just wanted to talk to him.
Even if you post a flirty emoji, that's fine.
Just as he was thinking this, his phone suddenly vibrated in his palm, and a small window for a video call invitation popped up on the screen.
It was Han Yi.
Damn it! The legendary telepathy actually hit both of them so accurately. Xia Yang felt a sudden surge in her heart, and she jumped up from the sofa as if sitting on a spring.
He straightened his hair in front of the mirror and turned on the beauty function before answering the video call pretending to be calm.
The camera opened, and a handsome face of a man with sharp edges came into view. He was wearing a white shirt and a black suit. He was deep and noble, cold and ascetic.
So handsome.
The precipice of entering the entertainment industry is to compete with them for jobs. Xia Yang was stunned without realizing it.
"You're up, do you still have a fever?" Han Yi asked as soon as he came up.
Xia Yang put back her face and grinned: "No more fever, thanks to the most beautiful night watchman, who used your majestic body to scare away the disease!"
Han Yi: "."
While talking, Xia Yang caught a glimpse of a row of chat effects below the window. He casually selected "Thank you dear" to express his gratitude.
Then he saw a little man with his head flying out of the screen, fluttering his little angel wings, flying to Han Yi's cheek and kissing him several times.
Like a woodpecker.
Han Yi: "..."
Xia Yang: "..."
Thank you dear, thank you dear, you are so dear after thanking me!
Convinced.
A shy blush crept onto her cheeks, and the fever that had just subsided suddenly seemed to be on the rise again.
It's strange to say that in the past, with his thick skin, he wouldn't be ashamed at all.
There’s no real relatives, just clouds and bobos…
But now I feel embarrassed for some reason.
"Sorry, my hand slipped." He swallowed his dry throat and hurriedly canceled the special effects.
Han Yi didn't speak, just looked at him quietly, with the corners of his mouth curled upward.
After a moment of silence, he cleared his throat and a low, hoarse voice came from the phone again.
"I have a meeting, remember to take your medicine, and tell Fang Ming if you need anything."
"Okay, okay," Xia Yang thanked her, but her mind was still confused, "You should take some medicine if you're fine."
Han Yi: "...?"
"Oh no, I meant to take some medicine to prevent colds. Don't think you'll fall down so easily like me."
"… good."
At the end of the video, Xia Yang lay back on the sofa to cool down physically.
Twenty minutes later, Ming returned from buying breakfast and his heartbeat calmed down a little. Just as I sat down to prepare the meal, my phone rang again.
This time it was agent Qile.
"Brother Qi?" Xia Yang picked up the phone.
"How many more dramas do you have to complete? I'm contacting you about new dramas and variety shows." Qi Le didn't talk too much and got right to the point.
"There are less than 10 games left," Xia Yang roughly estimated, "It will be about the same around the New Year."
"Well, I understand. I have to go to the movie theater tonight to do some errands. Is it convenient for you to meet and have a chat?"
"It's convenient. See you tonight, Brother Qi." Xia Yang nodded and said.
*
After dinner, Xia Yang went out wrapped in a down jacket, and Qile made an appointment with him at the coffee shop next to the hotel.
"Why do you look so bad? Are you too tired?" The agent sat down and ordered two cups of coffee, then looked at him and asked.
Xia Yang answered him with a series of sneezes.
Qile: “…”
"I'm sorry, brother," Xia Yang turned around and said in a thick nasal voice, "I caught a cold yesterday and I haven't fully recovered yet."
Qi Le was stunned for a moment, then asked the waiter to change the coffee to milk, "You drink milk and take some protein. I'll keep the story short about work. If we finish early, you can go back and rest early."
"It's okay, brother, just tell me."
Qile took out his tablet computer from his bag and opened a folder, which contained several project introduction materials.
"I have been in contact with several directors recently. The movies are all supporting roles and the scripts are average. The TV series has a youth entrepreneurship script that is not bad. I will send you the script later."
"Okay," Xia Yang was interested as soon as he heard it. "Mass entrepreneurship, innovation, and counterattack, I love it."
"Well, not everyone can accept a serious drama. We will consider idol dramas after we have a big IP. As for variety shows, I have contacted two shows at the moment." Qi Le clicked on the folder in the folder and pushed the computer to him. "These two are quite popular right now, take a look."
Xia Yang leaned forward and leaned forward.
"I recommend Love Variety," the agent pointed to the first project information, "This type of variety show will help you increase your exposure, what do you think?"
"Uh," Xia Yang was persuaded to quit as soon as she heard about the romance. "Brother, you don't know something. My family is very strict and I won't be allowed to fall in love before I'm 25."
Qile: “…”
Are you from a feudal family
"Who said that you have to fall in love if you are in a variety show? To put it bluntly, it is just a variety show, and it does not necessarily mean a real relationship. The main purpose is to let handsome men and beautiful women speculate on CP, and the audience will be happy."
"Hey, that's even worse," Xia Yang said seriously and firmly, insisting on himself, "You have to be sincere as a person. Any romantic drama that does not aim at love is just a hooligan."
Qile: “…”
After his persuasion failed, he had no choice but to come up with a second variety show.
"'Knights and Princesses' is a travel reality show, right? The recording time is one month, and the show is traveling abroad at public expense. If you set it up well, you can attract a lot of fans."
"Well," Xia Yang heard that she was going to go abroad to record for a month, but was persuaded to quit. "I, I'm afraid of society, and it's almost the Chinese New Year, and my family is still waiting for me to reunite."
Qile: "..."
There are so many reasons!
"So, you are not going to consider these two variety shows?" He pinched his eyebrows.
"I'm sorry, brother, why don't I just focus on acting." Xia Yang said apologetically. .
Qi Le suppressed the complaints in his heart. Seeing that they had just started to cooperate, he stabilized his emotions and threw out the last olive branch.
"It's a good thing to focus on acting, but variety shows that are on the rise must also participate. Look at this again."
Xia Yang glanced at his computer again - "The Idol Who Enters the Workplace".
"Workplace experience type, moderately popular, recorded in this city, lasts one week."
"Hey, this is it!" Xia Yang slapped her thigh and excitedly decided, "I really want to experience the miserable social animal 996."
broker:".."
At first glance, this little idol has never been beaten by society.
Okay, it's not bad to leave it to unscrupulous capitalists to practice.
"Then I'll take the position as a general manager for the time being. I'll let you know if there's any news."
"Okay, brother."
Unknowingly, Xia Yang and his manager had been chatting for almost an hour. In a blink of an eye, it was dinner time at 7 o'clock. The manager said they would have a light meal together before sending him back to rest.
The waiter took the menu and was about to order when Xia Yang's phone vibrated.
I looked down and saw: "Plastic Husband".
He was stunned, subconsciously swiped the screen, and picked up the phone: "Huh? What's wrong?"
"There is no one in your room." Han Yi said on the phone.
When the voice reached his ears, Xia Yang was startled again. His fingers subconsciously tightened the phone, and his heart jumped twice.
Plastic husband airborne again? Is the cruise ship boss going to change his career to landing
Xia Yang, with an indescribable mood, mouthed to her manager, and then quickly walked to a place to avoid others before asking in a lower voice: "Mr. Han, why are you here?"
"Visiting a sick person."
"Tan..." Xia Yang choked, widened his eyes slightly, and couldn't believe it, "Why do you suddenly have so much time? The sun came out of the toilet!"
"I don't have time for everyone." The voice on the phone was low and hoarse, especially magnetic.
"!"
The image of Mr. Han waiting for him outside the door of his room appeared in his mind, and Xia Yang became more and more urgent. He turned around and strode towards the booth.
"Brother Qi, I can't have dinner with you anymore." He stood at the table and said.
"What's wrong?" Qile asked with concern, "Did something happen?"
"Oh, no, it's okay," Xia Yang waved her hands quickly and said nonsensically, "My doctor is here. Please go back to the hotel quickly and want to check your health."
The phone in the palm of my hand has not yet been hung up.
Han Yi, who heard clearly on the other side: "..."
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