Frontline: Goddesses are meant to be petted

"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, she replied reflexively, "Yes, 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 looked at it and it was still 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 he had 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 what came into her sight was Wang Zi, who was always in a hurry, the little assistant who was chatting vigorously with others, and now she remembered that she couldn'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'll 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, and skipped 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, but after only a few steps, his legs finally couldn't support the owner's weight. 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 exactly Ji Mo who noticed all of this.

"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, okay? I need you to spend a lot of time." 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.

"Are you... left-handed?"

Although he didn't want to pay more attention to the indifferent face in front of him, Zhang Yi's gaze was attracted to him unconsciously. It was just a very ordinary question, but it stunned someone who was writing, "Many people are left-handed, aren't they?" Is it?" After writing down a few drug names, Ji Mo tore them off and greeted his accompanying assistant, "Well, let's 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." He was in poor health and wanted to wear clothes that were too high, Ji Mo smiled, and suddenly remembered that a long, 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." Zhang Yi was 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 a teaspoon of 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." He responded 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 is it, 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 occasionally offline artist, Zhang Yi was still a little embarrassed, and calmly moved away, she pointed to the writer standing beside her, replied.

"Thank you..." Although Ji Mo tried his best to conceal it, he could still hear the faint unhappiness. With just this sister's hand, he raised his head and almost drank more than half of the liquid in the glass.

"He protected you too well, you are still just a child." Seeing Ji Nuo's series of childish behaviors, a trace of ridicule flashed in Ji Mo's eyes.

"After all, she is my artist. For the time being, don't care about her like that." Although he was also dissatisfied with Ji Xiaozi's behavior, the protective Zhang Yi still spoke out in time to stop the further expansion of the situation.

"Look at her carefully, it's hard for you to pick up such a hot potato." Silently leaving this sentence, Ji Mo walked to his seat, everything was ready, and the work was about to start.

Sister Zhang looked at the figure of the departing woman, her eyes darkened. The left-handed Writer Ji had an unexpected understanding of her own taste, similar height and figure, and everything she showed unintentionally always reminded her of that person. , Ji Mo, you are not her... But if she had never left, where is she now?

At three o'clock in the afternoon, when the shop was the least crowded, Yin Han finished processing some ingredients needed for tomorrow, untied his cooking skirt, chose a seat inside and sat down, resting his chin in his hand, his thoughts gradually drifted away. .

"Oh, I'm passing by, don't miss it, the treasure of our store, Miss Yin is actually in a daze," Zhuyi came over with a face full of gossip, "Sure enough, is spring here? Hurry up, come with me You confidant brother, tell me, who stole the little princess' heart?"

Almost didn't even bother to roll his eyes, Yin Han silently turned his head away. Spring is here, and the matchmaker seems to be ill again. "Stop messing with her. Didn't you see that Yin Han has something on his mind?" Although Bo Yang didn't witness the scene in the kitchen, he, who had experienced the same scene for several years, was calm. Before Yin Han got angry, , Hurry up to persuade the excited help.

"Every time I have a sweetheart, I will tell her," Zhu Yi pouted, sitting on the side and looking at his friend who obviously didn't want to talk to him, "Aren't good friends supposed to share everything?" Obviously knowing The feeling that Yin Han has something, but he will never be able to figure it out is really too bad. The boat that Zhuichi expressed his friendship with Yin Han really capsized.

"Huh?" Suichi, who had been mumbling all this time, suddenly wanted to find something, and stared fixedly at a certain place. Yin Han just rejoiced that he finally got a moment of peace, but suddenly his eyes were covered, and he was very familiar. The scent, the familiar touch, the hands that I can hold firmly in my hands.

"Although it's a little childish, but still... guess who I am?"

Yin Han was stunned, a little unbelievable, it must be her, although there was a cute voice change, but she would never admit to the voice she was thinking about, so she restrained her excitement, "Why are you here, aren't you here?" Are you filming?" As for the itinerary of her lord queen, Yin Han remembers it better than anyone else. She will almost be filming until the next morning, and then immediately take a plane to participate in a foreign film festival. Last week, I returned to China.

"I want to stay with you for a while," Ruoyun whispered, "I'm afraid that in the days when I don't see you, I won't be able to restrain my thoughts about you." This time Yin Han couldn't accompany him all the way because of some personal matters. , Therefore, to be precise, they had to temporarily separate for a week.