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Xia Yang was crying and didn't bother to type the words, so she quickly sent a voice explanation.
"No, no, no, no, this is not a good thing that I did. It was a friend of mine who wanted to see a photo of a sexy woman. I made a mistake and sent it to you by mistake."
[Han Yi]:.
An extremely simple period lies in the dialog box, cold, indifferent, seemingly calm, but in fact it is turbulent.
There was a not-so-beautiful emotion from the inside out—"I don't believe it."
Xia Yang covered his face and regretted it. He felt like he had accidentally slipped into the quagmire and would not be able to climb out. He held the phone and waited for a long time but did not get the latest reply. He thought again and again, trying to figure out Han Yi's thoughts and then gave him a message. Sent a few messages.
[澎]“It’s really a friend of mine who wants to watch it.”
[Yang]: "And to be honest, this model has a very average figure. Of course, she is quite big, but it is not the perfect proportion in my mind. Oh, when I say big, I mean big muscles!"
After adding the explanation, he continued to hold the phone and wait for a reply.
Originally, he thought that Han Yi would definitely ask him what his perfect proportion looked like. In that case, he would just blow a rainbow fart to the boss: "That's what you look like, dear".
Although I have never really seen Han Yi "baring his chest and belly", who doesn't love rainbow farts? At least this embarrassment can be resolved quickly.
It sounds like a beautiful idea, but the facts prove that there is still a certain gap between the ideal and the reality.
I waited all the way with my phone in my hand, until the car drove to the door of the hotel, the dialog box was still quiet.
After all, his strategic deployment failed to come in handy...
—On the other side, Han Yi had just finished a meeting.
The marketing director and the R&D director had differences on a certain issue. He spent more than an hour listening to their respective explanations and made the final decision.
After finishing the work, he touched his phone and saw two messages that Xia Yang sent him more than an hour ago.
After hearing this, Han Yi pursed his lips. His fingers were already on the voice call button, but he gave up the moment he made the call.
Look at the time, 8:30 pm.
He lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, put down his cell phone, and dialed his secretary's number from the landline on the table.
"Come on."
"Okay, Mr. Han."
Five minutes later, the secretary opened the door and came in.
"What important schedule do I have tomorrow?" Han Yi asked.
"Director Han, tomorrow morning is the fiscal year reporting meeting of all major branches. It will be held via video. In the afternoon, a company will come to the city to discuss cooperation, and then there will be approval matters for some business projects." The secretary reported to him one by one.
Han Yi said "Yes": "Bring me the approval documents now. Also, go and inform Vice President Wang that he will be in charge of the cooperation negotiations tomorrow afternoon. I won't be here tomorrow afternoon."
"Okay, Director Han," the secretary nodded and took note, then asked, "Do I need to prepare a car for you tomorrow afternoon?"
"No need," Han Yi said, "I'll drive myself."
…
At three o'clock in the afternoon the next day, Xia Yang finished filming that day's scenes. There is still one last scene left tomorrow, and it will be completed after filming.
The director said that if nothing happened, he could go back to the hotel to rest first, but he did not leave immediately. The three months of filming life were still vivid in his mind, and he was about to leave the crew, but he was still a little reluctant to leave.
There was nothing to do when we got back to the hotel, so I just wanted to stay here a little longer.
"I'm here to watch everyone take pictures and learn." He said while holding a cup of hot coffee.
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Ke immediately came to him and said, "That's great, Brother Yang, if you are not in a hurry to go back, can you do me a favor later?"
"What's the business? Tell me."
"My assistant is temporarily unavailable today. After I start shooting later, can you help me record a short video?"
The next scene involves two shots of Li Ke using the shower in the bathroom. What is shown in the play is a certain catharsis of his emotions while standing under cold water before his death.
"You were right next to the director and helping me shoot it with my mobile phone. This bathing scene before death is very important to me. I want to commemorate it."
"...Oh." Xia Yang was startled, thinking that his commemorative point was quite strange.
Li Ke saw the confusion on his face and explained with a smile: "Every first time I film, I ask my assistant to help me shoot a video, such as the first time I kiss, the first time I cry, the first time I pretend to be crazy and act stupid. I I don’t want the cuts in the film, I want the most original and pure state for me to take back for consideration and improvement.”
"Awesome!" Xia Yang suddenly understood and gave a thumbs up to express his admiration.
There aren't many serious actors these days, so given this man's ingenuity and pursuit of excellence, he would not fail to help.
I took my phone out of my pocket and as soon as I unlocked it, the low battery alarm sounded.
The battery level is less than 20%.
"I brought a power bank," Li Ke pointed to a simple storage rack in the corner of the shed, "It's in that black belt bag. Just take it yourself. You can use my mobile phone to take pictures later. The password is 2222. .”
"Okay." Xia Yang nodded.
Half an hour later, everything was ready.
The recorder called Action, and Li Ke was standing under the shower with his upper body naked in the camera.
Cold water poured down from the top of his head, and his black hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, covering his tightened eyebrows and his empty eyes.
Xia Yang followed his instructions and found a suitable angle to shoot the video with her mobile phone.
The director sat behind the monitor, stared at the screen, and shook his head: "The expression is not right. I used too much force. I will have to do another one later, but I have to say that Xiao Li has a good figure. He is worthy of being a gymnast every day."
"Yes." Xia Yang echoed, staring at the phone screen expressionlessly without feeling much.
The screen of the mobile phone connected to the power bank lit up, and a call came in. At this moment, the owner of the phone was concentrating on taking videos and didn’t notice at all...
"Didn't answer." In the parking lot of the movie theater, Han Yi put down his cell phone and said.
He arrived ten minutes ago, and he happened to see Tang Siming as soon as he stopped the car.
Tang Siming's scene is at 5pm, so this time has just arrived.
"Maybe you're filming. Come on, I'll take you to the set." Tang Siming smiled at Han Yi, "I know you must be here to see my sister-in-law."
"Okay." Han Yi nodded.
It takes more than ten minutes to walk from the parking lot to Studio 2. When the two approached, director assistant Mao Liao happened to walk out of the studio.
"Xiao Mao," Tang Siming raised his hand to greet him, "Where's Xia Yang? Are you still filming inside?"
"No, he finished filming today's scene very early," Mao Liao joked with him, "Xiao Xia will be watching her bathing."
Han Yi: "?"
Tang Siming: "?"
Tang Siming: "You are kidding me!"
"Hey, how do you know," Mao Liao grinned. Seeing his serious expression, he waved his hand to explain, "It's a bathing scene of Li Ke. Xia Yang is recording a short video on his mobile phone. Who doesn't love handsome muscular guys? Look, don’t you think so?”
Han Yi: "..."
Tang Siming: "..."
He turned his head and took a sneak peek at Han Yi, and found that the man's thin lips seemed to be pursed. After sending the director's assistant away, he patted his good brother and spoke with a serious heart that made him feel relieved.
"The actor Xiao Mao just mentioned is recognized by us as a muscle **. He lifts iron all year round and never stops even during filming."
"It's normal for my sister-in-law to go and enjoy it. She stayed on the set for two or three months. She was unbearably lonely and couldn't meet you..." He suddenly shut up mid-sentence, feeling that he was a little off track.
This doesn't seem to be a relief for the good brother, but seems to add fuel to the fire.
What kind of brain is this!
Pouting in his heart, Tang Siming coughed twice and continued from a different angle: "...I mean, my sister-in-law probably went to see the muscular man filming because she was bored, not because he was a muscular man. I just saw him filming, my sister-in-law is not interested in muscles."
Han Yi: Haha.
Those photos of chest and abs from yesterday suddenly came to mind.
To say he wasn't interested in muscles... he had doubts.
While the two were talking, the studio door opened, and Xia Yang, the director and Li Ke walked out one after another.
Xia Yang was wrapped in a white short down jacket, and the director was gesticulating as he walked out, as if he was telling a play to the two of them.
All three were immersed and none were smuggled.
"It looks like the filming is over." Tang Siming touched Han Yi's arm, thought of something, and whispered in his ear, "By the way, Brother Yi, aren't you here to make an official announcement to your sister-in-law today?"
"… no."
"Then let me just say that you came here to visit me."
He knows how to cover.
"Hello, Director Guo! Look who's here." Tang Siming raised his hand and shouted, raising his voice.
The three people not far away turned to look towards them.
When the director saw Han Yi, he was startled for a moment, then immediately came to his senses and ran towards him with a smile on his face.
He stretched out his palm from a distance of several meters.
"What a surprise. It's Mr. Han. I've admired him for a long time. I'm so happy to meet you!"
Han Yi's expression was indifferent, and he shook hands with him lightly and then let go. He looked over the director's shoulder and locked eyes with Xia Yang behind him.
"!!!"
Xia Yang had a look of astonishment on his face, his steps stopped in place, and his two elk-like eyes dilated in surprise.
Han Yi... why did he appear here
The frequency of his airborne landings seems to be a bit high lately!
"Mr. Han is here to do business today. I happen to be free, so I came to visit the class." Tang Siming's voice came at the right time. He turned his eyes to the side and gave Xia Yang a subtle look.
Everyone who understands understands, no need to say more.
The uninformed director followed his words and sighed sincerely: "Ah ha! As expected, Teacher Tang is the one who has the honor to allow a boss like Mr. Han to visit the crew in person. I'm so envious!"
Tang Siming: "..."
Han Yi didn't speak. His eyes swept over the director's face, which was about to freeze with laughter, and then returned to the place not far away.
Li Ke, who was beside Xia Yang, quietly tugged at the corner of his clothes, leaned close to his ear, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Yang, that big guy seems to have been looking at you. Do you know him too?"
"Uh..." Xia Yang choked, suddenly not knowing how to answer this question.
Even though Han Yi had made his feelings clear to him, it didn't mean that he could take off his vest unscrupulously.
The agent is afraid that he will be dropped.
Thinking this, he shook his head and denied: "I don't know."
"Hey, why do I feel like this big guy looks so familiar?" Li Ke clicked his tongue and said again.
At this time, Xia Yang suddenly remembered the last time Han Yi landed in front of his hotel. Li Ke took a look at his silhouette and thought it was a criminal who was about to make a move.
At that time, he explained to people that that person was his old uncle.
Damn it. He just said he didn't know him, "uncle" wouldn't just slap him in the face...
Countermeasures were swirling in his mind when he heard Tang Siming suddenly cueing him from the side and said, "Hey, Xiaoxia, I remember that you and Director Han seemed to have known each other before."
Xia Yang's thoughts were still confused, but he was suddenly thrown a super-topic question, and he subconsciously blurted out: "I don't know him, I've never seen this person before."
Han Yi: "..."
Tang Siming: "..."
After a moment of silence, he coughed, winked, and said, "No, if you don't know me, then take this opportunity to come over and get to know me. Director Han said that he admires you very much."
Han Yi: "..."
Xia Yang: "..."
The director rolled his eyes and looked at the people in front of him. At a certain moment, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and pulled Li Ke over with great discernment. He said with a smile: "Well, you guys talk first, let's go and prepare first." Just a scene. See you later."
After Li Ke understood the director's intention, he cast a sympathetic look at Xia Yang, pulled his arm again, and said in a low voice: "Brother Yang, be careful, don't get targeted. There are many big guys now." They are all dressed like beasts. They say they admire you, but they are actually coveting your body."
Xia Yang: "..."
Others who accidentally heard this sentence: "..."
The director gritted his back molars and quickly pulled Li Ke away under his arm. Watching them go away, Tang Siming breathed a sigh of relief, patted Han Yi and said, "Brother Yi, sister-in-law, and all the other people are gone. You guys are gone." Let’s have a good chat, there’s no need to hide it anymore.”
After saying these words, he himself retreated.
The air became quiet, and neither of them spoke for a while. Only the sound of the cold wind blowing through the treetops reached their ears.
Xia Yang raised her head and stared at Han Yi's bottomless black eyes. After a while, she moved her lips and swallowed twice: "You... aren't you here to visit Tang Siming's class?"
"Do I have that much free time? I'm not chasing him." Han Yi pursed his lips and spoke in a low voice.
Xia Yang's heart skipped a beat, as if a kitten was gently scratching its paws on his heart.
However, he couldn't be happy for more than three seconds, and he felt faintly uneasy and uneasy.
After all, I just...
"Then you..." He looked away, lowered his eyes, blinked a few times and raised them again, "Then you came here to see me?"
Han Yi said nothing.
"Yes...what do you want from me?"
"Ha." A cold sneer floated out of Han Yi's lips. He took a step forward, raised his hand and grasped Xia Yang's wrist, his eyes sharp and dark.
"I'm here to settle a score with you. I've been out for a long time, and I don't even recognize my husband anymore."
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