Frontline: The goddess is to be petted (entertainment circle)

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Yin Han turned his head and was taken aback by the sudden breath. On his lips, there was a warm and soft touch, "Chirp--", which was very clearly heard in the already quiet place, "What's wrong?" Yin Han circled around The kitten in her arms, it's rare for Her Majesty the Queen to take the initiative once, "A reward for you, breakfast." Ruoyun gently pinched the girl's white and tender face, and glanced over there while smiling, you see, This girl is the one she wants to protect.

"Okay, don't make a fuss," Yin Han turned sideways, and placed the kitten, which was unexpectedly clingy today, on the co-pilot, fastened her safety belt, and sat in the driver's seat in a happy mood to see Her Lady Queen off. Going to work is one of her favorite things right now.

The car drove off quickly. "Let's go back too," said an old voice, "Okay." Silently looking at the rearview mirror, the woman seemed to be tired, leaning on the seat and closing her eyes.

"Go and check it out." After a long silence, the woman said quietly, she was starting to be a little curious about this girl.

Chapter 56 Sister Zhang's Sensitivity

"Morning screenwriter!"

"Miss Ji is here so early."

Although he has been on the set for a long time, Ji Mo is still not used to answering other people's greetings, and just nodded his head out of politeness.Noticing Wang Zi who was chatting with the staff on the side, she smiled knowingly, it seems that the big star should already be on standby.Thinking of handing over part of the new changes to her, Writer Ji walked up to the little assistant, "Is Miss Ruoyun in the lounge?" Shaking, he replied reflexively, "That's right, sister Ruoyun just arrived." Along with it was a gesture to guide the way.

Ji Mo walked slowly to her exclusive lounge, gently pinched the cold doorknob, raised her hand and was about to knock on the door, but was startled, her eyes darkened, she still looked empty On the set, he quietly leaned forward.

"Are we going to shoot until early in the morning again today?" The tone was obviously worried and doting.

"Well, I'm going to go abroad for a few days, so the director squeezed all the later scenes together." The voice was not loud, but it was completely different from her usual cold voice.

"Don't be too tired, you went to bed so late yesterday, and the dark circles under your eyes are so heavy that you can't even cover them with makeup." There seemed to be a small complaint and a contented laugh after being coaxed, Ji Mo bit Biting his lip, he slowly turned the doorknob that had been held in his hand for a long time, bit by bit, the door was pushed open silently.

In the room that was almost blessed by the sun, the tall girl was leaning on the makeup table, with one hand propping up the corner of the table, and the other hand naturally tidying the messy bangs on the forehead of the girl sitting there.The girl raised her head slightly, closed her eyes, and on the curve of her perfect neck was her satisfied face, like a kitten eating in the sun.

His eyes flickered, Ji Mo lowered his head, and slowly withdrew from their world, his hand sank down from the doorknob he was gripping tightly, and as if thinking of something, he gently stroked his face hidden under the frame, hooked Hook the corners of your mouth. "Screenwriter, screenwriter," attracted by the anxious voice, she raised her head, and the one who broke into her sight was Wang Zi, who was always in a hurry, the little assistant who was chatting vigorously with others, just now remembered that you can't let people casually Entering Her Lady Queen's lounge, she rushed over in a hurry, her big eyes full of inquiries and a hint of expectation.

"Now is the actor's private time, so I will talk to her about the script later." Seen by such burning eyes, Ji Mo finally decided to comfort the girl in front of him occasionally with kindness.

"Really, that's great." Wang Zi finally let go of a big rock in his heart, gratefully thanked Writer Ji Da, and jumped to guard Her Lady Queen's door.

Zhang Yi, who just came to the set, is not in a good condition at this time. In fact, she has been working overloaded these days. She stayed up late yesterday to finish an emergency meeting, and now she has to supervise her two artists. In this performance, the feet wearing Heantiangao already have the illusion of stepping on the clouds.Zhang Yi reluctantly greeted the staff around him, and almost couldn't wait to sit on the stool in front of him. However, after only a few steps, his legs finally couldn't support the weight of the owner. , She only felt that her body sank, and she wanted to fall.

"Be careful." A hand firmly supported Zhang Yi's arm, and it took almost an instant to catch her softened body. This kind of robot-like indifferent tone made Zhang Yi help Holding his forehead, he forced himself to look over, and sure enough, this woman wearing black-rimmed glasses was the one who noticed all of this, Ji Mo.

"Sit down first." Ji Mo glanced at a stool from the corner of his eye. Although his movements were distant, he still placed Sister Zhang on it steadily. Looking at the woman's flushed face, the writer frowned and used The back of her hand touched her forehead, "You have a cold, do you still want to stay here?" With a formulaic and indifferent tone, Sister Zhang felt a wave of stubbornness in her heart, "Well, I'll just rest for a while, You don't need to worry about it." In the impression that the screenwriter has always been expressionless, Zhang Yi has never had a good impression.

"That's it..." Ji Mo sighed, thought for a while, took out a sticky note from his pocket, pressed the end of the ballpoint pen with his chin, and began to write skillfully on the paper.

"You...are left-handed?"

Although he didn't want to pay more attention to the indifferent face in front of him, Zhang Yi's eyes were attracted to him unconsciously. It was just a very ordinary question, but it made someone who was writing a book startled, "Many people are left-handed, aren't they?" Is it?" After writing down a few drug names, Ji Mo tore them off and called his accompanying assistant, "Well, go buy some according to the above, the dedicated Manager Zhang insists on going to battle with illness."

"Also," Ji Mo looked at the woman's high-heeled shoes, "bring a pair of sneakers along the way." If you are not in good health, you have to wear clothes that are as high as the sky, Ji Mo smiled, and suddenly remembered that a long time ago, that person treated him In other words, it doesn't matter if you are short, high heels are women's self-esteem.

"Thank you...thank you." After all, Zhang Yi is a sensible person. Although Zhang Yi felt strange in his heart, he still expressed his gratitude to Ji Mo.The writer looked at the capable woman sitting there, not knowing what it was like, and walked over with her lips pursed.

"Here, your coffee," Zhang Yi was still on the phone, startled by the paper cup that suddenly appeared in front of him, looked up and saw Ji Mo who went back and forth again, "it's hot, add a spoonful Half milk and half teaspoon sugar."

"Well, I'll contact you later." Zhang Yi hurriedly hung up the phone and stopped the writer who was about to leave, "Thank you, but are sugar and milk added casually?" Although at this moment her head hurts a lot , Zhang Yi still tried to keep her eyes open, looking straight at Ji Mo, why, she would know her own taste?

"Didn't you have a party last time? Manager Zhang who likes freshly ground coffee and habitually adds half a spoonful of milk and half a spoonful of sugar." He didn't panic, Ji Mo raised his eyebrows, and looked at him naturally woman in hem.

That's right, I did mention my own taste before, Zhang Yi blinked and saw the coffee in Ji Mo's hand.

"I remember, what you like to drink is black coffee."

"Well, no sugar or milk." Responded very quickly, completely in the tone of a stranger.

Zhang Yi sighed, as if he wanted to say something, but was suddenly embraced by surprise, "I heard that you have a cold, how are you, do you want to go to the hospital?" He came out from nowhere, with a face full of anxiety, and almost turned Zhang Yi over.

"It's okay, Writer Ji brought me coffee." Now facing her artist who occasionally goes offline, Zhang Yi was still a little embarrassed, and she moved away calmly. She pointed to the writer standing beside her, replied.