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Speaking of ordinary, Su Chen quickly dodged a pillow.

"Hey? Why are you doing it again!"

Chapter 22 It's Obviously Your Old Cow Eating Young Grass!

The whole day, Su Chen stayed in Zhao Qingren's air-conditioned room blowing cold air.

In the afternoon, under the coercion of Zhao Qingren not paying "salary", he went out for a walk for a while.

But because the weather had started to get hotter, after a while, Su Chen returned to the room with Zhao Qingren who was already sunburned.

Looking at Zhao Qingren's boring look.

He helped Zhao Qingren analyze a wave of investment projects about the movie "The Wind" again in detail.

It was five o'clock in the evening, just before Su Chen got off work in an hour.

Zhao Qingren suddenly answered the phone.

Then her expression was not as relaxed as before.

If Zhao Qingren didn't take the initiative to tell Su Chen, then Su Chen wouldn't be very good at asking questions.

After all, it's okay to joke with each other, but if Zhao Qing finds it troublesome, Su Chen currently doesn't have the resources or ability to help her solve it.

When he answered the phone, Zhao Qing was in the next room of the suite.

When she came out, her eyes seemed a little red.

"I may have to go back to Shanghai first."

Su Chen was stunned for a moment.

Zhao Qingren pretended nothing happened and joked: "You won't be sad because you lost 1000 yuan, right?"

"That won't happen."

Su Chen shook her head: "For me now, time is not so tight."

Zhao Qingren walked to the bed and straightened her hair: "Then I will pay you the salary first."

She took the bag, counted it, and handed Su Chen a stack of money.

Su Chen frowned: "It should be 2000 yuan, why are you giving me so much?"

Zhao Qingren shrugged his shoulders, as if he had returned from studying in Europe and the United States.

"Eat on the first day, invest in Ning Hao on the second day, and then count the overtime pay for accompanying me to Xidan in the afternoon, and today."

"A total of three days."

"4000 yuan is a lot of yours."

Seeing that Su Chen didn't answer, she went up to grab Su Chen's hand and handed him the money.

Su Chen found that Zhao Qingren's slippery hands were a little cold now.

"Aren't you curious why I suddenly want to go back?"

In the silent room, Zhao Qingren suddenly asked.

Immediately afterwards, she felt that she was a little ridiculous, and she couldn't hold it back.

Su Chen looked into her eyes calmly: "If you want to say something, you will naturally tell me."

"My father has been in poor health. He just received a call and was admitted to the intensive care unit."

Zhao Qingren took a deep breath and slapped his eyes with his hand.

She also wanted to pretend to be strong in front of Su Chen.

"You get off work, I have to pack my things."

She shook her phone: "I just booked a ticket, and a driver will pick me up soon."

Su Chen stood up and nodded.

He stood up, walked to the door, and looked back to see Zhao Qingren sitting on the head of the bed, fiddling with the phone in his hand.

Suddenly realized that this rich girl usually looks heartless, but in fact, rich people will also face the life and death of their family members.

Su Chen thought for a while, then strode over again.

Zhao Qing turned around, her eyes were red and swollen, and she looked at Su Chen strangely.

But he grabbed his arm and hugged him tightly in the next moment.

For an instant.

Zhao Qingren's brain buzzed and shut down, and there seemed to be faint tinnitus.

Her body was the first to regain consciousness and felt Su Chen's body temperature.

Then the mind comes back.

It was only at this time that he realized that the younger brother who had been teasing casually for the past few days turned out to be taller than him.

"Miss Qing, thank you."

When Su Chen spoke in her ear, half of Zhao Qingren's face felt a little numb.

"..."

"I can't give you any other comfort for now, so give me a hug."

Su Chen just hugged Zhao Qingren normally, then let go, and smiled at her: "Sister Qing, come on."

Zhao Qingren: "..."

Her eye sockets suddenly turned red.

"You... why are you taking advantage of others?"

Su Chen grinned: "Obviously you are the old cow eating young grass."

After finishing speaking, he waved to Zhao Qingren: "Stay with your family first, Miss Qing. See you on the crew of "Racing Car" in a while."

Zhao Qingren nodded.

It wasn't until Su Chen closed the door and left for a long time that she realized that she was still in the posture that Su Chen hugged just now.

Over the years abroad, Zhao Qing has gotten used to hugging as a normal etiquette.

But this hug, for some reason, made her feel very different.

The phone rings.

"Miss Zhao, this is the lobby of the hotel. You just booked your flight ticket, and our car is ready to take you to the airport now."

Zhao Qingren took a deep breath.

"understood."

……

After coming out of the hotel, Su Chen was deeply aware of a problem.

That was after he was reborn, although everything went smoothly.

However, he is still a little weak.

Whether it's for the nobleman Zhao Qingren who joined the circle, or for his good buddy Liu Hansheng.

The current self, to put it bluntly, is only slightly better than the veteran actors who have just entered the industry.

In terms of contacts, they may not even be as strong as the veterans who have stayed in Huairou for a year or two.

He put the 4000 yuan he just got into his pocket.

"It seems to be too comfortable."

"Just try harder."

It's already around 05:30 in the afternoon. There are not as many high-rise buildings in Huairou Film and Television City, and the field of vision is wider.

There are large expanses of fire clouds in the sky.

It dyed the vast courtyard of the Qing Palace in the distance pink, and dyed the road in front of Su Chen golden.

The yellowish halo that dyed the few passing vehicles on the street.

Su Chen suddenly remembered that she hadn't called her parents for a long time.

In addition, I finally got some money today, and I will join the group the day after tomorrow.

No matter what, please treat Liu Hansheng to a good meal.

Thanks for taking care of him for so long.

Of course, last night in Zhao Liying's rented room, after watching a movie, Zhao Liying asked Su Chen to make a movie list for her tonight.

Because she also needs to accumulate a little more viewing.

If it's someone else, Su Chen probably doesn't have that much free time for the time being, but if it's Zhao Liying, since she will be a big star in the future, it's better to make a good relationship in advance.

……

"Card!"

"Eyes, why are your eyes so dull?"

"Although you are a court lady standing behind, your eyes can't wander."

"Fuck, who the hell brought it here, take it back quickly."

"Eating box lunch for nothing, isn't it?"

At this moment, in the palace compound of the Qing Dynasty, which was illuminated pink by the fire clouds, a Qing palace drama was being filmed.

Several lighting apprentices in the surrounding area supported the reflector and gritted their teeth.

The technical term at this time is called "snatching light."

There is only half an hour and 10 minutes of sunset every day. If you want to shoot this kind of scene, unless the crew has enough budget, you can use lights to imitate the light and shadow effect of sunset.

Otherwise, time is money, and the entire crew is racing against time.

And the person who was scolded in the crowd was Dai Yanni who had been following the group these days.

"Director, give me another chance..."

"Fuck, no time."

The director in his 40s, wearing a sun hat, scolded people without giving any extra face.

There is no unnecessary ridicule or insult.

What he cares more about is the light and the progress of the scene in front of him.

"log?"

"Take a look, without this woman, will you take the show?"

"Director, the last shot was a long shot, it's ok."

The middle-aged director nodded immediately: "OK, tell her to pack up and leave, when will she know what an actor is, and when will she come back."

"Come on, change the scene and reshoot."

After the trumpet in the middle-aged director's hand finished shouting, several lighting apprentices holding large reflectors glanced at Dai Yanni complainingly.

Cursing in his mouth.

Some even glared at Dai Yanni when they passed by.

There's a fart for being pretty. Are there not many beautiful girls who are Huairou?

If you don't let them sleep, don't let them sleep, and make them hold up the reflector for a long time, then you deserve it.

A bunch of yard workers came running over to clean up the slides and stuff.

He was scolded by the middle-aged director again: "What are you packing up, I'm going to come over to shoot this scene later."

"Fuck, the weather forecast will rain tomorrow, if you miss this scene, the next shoot will be at least three days later."

"A woman? Why don't you leave?"