no ambiguity

Wen Ning came, accompanied by an external photographer.

The photographer is well-known in the industry, has won many awards, and has been friends with Wen Ning for many years.The two were chatting, standing a few meters away, they should have arrived early, but they were too low-key and kept silent.

Qinghe looked sideways and happened to bump into the opponent's eyes.

Wen Ning looked at her while talking to his friend.

The man's gaze was calm and unwavering, but the pupils were two points deeper, and there was a trace of undetectable complexity in it.

The photographer on the side knew Qing He and greeted people warmly when they saw them.

"Miss Qing, long time no see."

The photographer didn't know the relationship between the two of them. He only knew that Qing He was Wen Ning's secretary, and he had a very deep impression on Qing He—they had a relationship during the last location shoot, and they were shooting the cover of a certain first-line male star. At that time, Qing He did a small favor for the photographer.

Qing He looked away, did not look at someone, stood up generously, "Mr. Qi."

Qi Rui'an smiled kindly, and said, "I didn't even know you were here, I only found out when you came."

With others being so polite, Qing He's attitude would naturally not be too bad. Even if Wen Ning was present, she restrained her emotions that she shouldn't have, and answered the conversation gently, which was different from before.

After finishing the conversation, he called out to Wen Ning: "Boss."

Wen Ning's attitude was neither salty nor weak.

Qi Rui'an didn't see the clues, let alone what was wrong, he thought it was just a normal communication for the boss not to get close to his subordinates. After all, Wen Ning usually has such a personality, cold and not easy to get along with.He smoothed things over in the middle, and said cheerfully: "Your boss just stopped by to take a look, don't be so serious, just do what you have to do, don't be scared."

Qing He said softly: "No."

He looks like he's working hard.

Qi Ryan chatted about something else, all insignificant.He is more easy-going, can talk, has no airs, and is quite considerate of others' feelings.

Qinghe chatted with him for nearly 5 minutes, until an employee hurried over and asked him to do something.

Wen Ning didn't say much from the beginning to the end, just stood by.

The wife and wife are the most familiar strangers outside. Even if they have something to say, they will be silent to each other in front of outsiders, without saying a word.

Qing He doesn't want to stay with Wen Ning, and work is an excuse to avoid it temporarily.The staff came to call for someone, and she followed immediately.

Wen Ning stood still and watched her walk away.

Shooting exterior scenes is a relatively complicated project, which is very troublesome. The right time, place and people are indispensable, and the requirements are relatively high.The popular little flower will cooperate, and her upper body is high-definition, full of aura, and the shooting process is very smooth.

The preparation period is so long, but the time for actual work is relatively short. It can be completed in one afternoon, and the rest of the work is not under the control of Qing He and others, but only a little finishing work.

When the popular Xiaohua left after filming, she had to catch up with her schedule, and it was said that she had to fly to the set. Some of the employees at H&F have left, and the rest have to stay to handle the finishing work. Qing He is still the supervisor, but he is not as responsible as in the daytime.

She went back to her room early, took a comfortable hot bath, and didn't care about work or anything else.

No one came to bother, not even knocking on the door to ask questions.

Ye Xilin sent a WeChat message to make time for next weekend. There will be a performance on Huancheng North Road. Many bands will participate, and the slow train is also invited.

Qinghe quickly replied: "OK."

After a while, Ye Xilin asked, "Do you still want to go to the music festival in City G?"

The Music Festival in G City is held once a year. Every year, popular and powerful old-fashioned bands are invited to perform in the past. Occasionally, one or two new bands with unique styles will be selected to participate, which is a way to make their debut.

Slow Train is one of the two new bands invited this year. I received a call from the organizer as early as March, and it was decided directly at that time, and I was 100% sure to go.

At that time, Jiang Zi hadn't withdrawn yet, so the situation was different.Now there were only two people left in the team, Ye Xilin couldn't make up her mind, so she could only ask her what she thought.

Qing He wiped the water off her hands and typed.

"go."

"Find another guitarist, borrow one if you can't find one."

It is a normal operation for bands to borrow people from each other. Sometimes someone in a team has an emergency or is temporarily short of people, and they always find people from other places to replace them.

Qinghe did not do well in the magazine, and her interpersonal relationship was in a mess, but her reputation in the circle was not bad. This is not too difficult, just find a good friend and let her know.

Ye Xilin had no objection to this, and he fully supported it, so he didn't send any more messages after talking about it.

Qinghe put down her phone, got up from the water, and pulled off the dry towel from the hook.

Wen Ning entered the room at this time.

The outside door was open and ajar.Qing He specially left the door open, knowing that she would come over.

——Some things are tacit and known without the other party telling them.The relationship between the two of them has always been direct, without too many twists and turns.

There is no moon tonight, and the lights are turned off in the room. Everything is hidden in the dim night, and if you don't pay attention, you will trip over it.

Qing He in the bathroom heard a slight noise, and it was clear that Wen Ning had come in. She didn't make a sound, and only glanced sideways at the direction of the bathroom door.

Although the door is closed, it is not locked, and you can get in by twisting the door handle.

Qinghe didn't have a change of clothes, so she could only wipe off the water and wrap a bath towel around her.

The sound insulation effect of the hotel room is not very good, all the sounds outside can be heard through a thick wall.The door of the room was closed and locked, followed by the sound of unhurried footsteps, rustling for a while, and finally calmed down.

Before and after no more than 1 minutes.

Qinghe stepped on the wet floor with bare feet, water was all over her cold white insteps, she didn't move, she listened carefully, until the sound outside was completely gone, then wiped her dripping hair with a dry towel.

There was a full-length mirror on the bathroom wall opposite the door, just in front of her.She looked at herself in the mirror, and for a moment, lowered her eyes and moved slowly, not in a hurry.

The light on the top dimmed by two points, and there was a different kind of damp feeling in the small space, and the water under the feet was still warm, but it quickly became cold again.This bit of coolness is not bone-piercing, but penetrates directly into the skin, rampaging everywhere.

Qinghe involuntarily curled up her toes slightly, raised her hand to comb her drooping hair.

Maybe it was because there were no lights outside, and this small space was shrouded in darkness, making the bathroom look extraordinarily dull, with an inexplicable atmosphere spreading.

Because the hot water was turned off not long ago, the entire bathroom was contaminated by water vapor, and the mirror in front of him was blurred with tiny droplets of water.Qinghe stretched out his hand and wiped it on it, and it became clear immediately, but his fingers were also stained with water, which was cold.

A thick wall is of little use, it is like a thin piece of paper at this moment, it will be pierced at any time.

But no one acted rashly, and they stalemate each other. This is an invisible tug-of-war, and both sides are patiently dormant.

Qinghe faced the mirror and continued to brush her hair. After a while, she picked up the mobile phone that was placed next to the bathtub, and then opened the door.

The headlights in the room were still off, but the downlight by the bed was not bright enough, the light was dim yellow, with a lingering haze in the softness.

Wen Ning sat on the edge of the bed, holding a long and slender women's cigarette between his fingers.

It was Qinghe's smoke, which was originally placed in the drawer.

The smoke had already been lit, nearly half of it had been burned, and the sparks were slowly climbing up, devouring the remaining part.

Wen Ning turned his back to the downlight, and the drowsy light fell on her slender and straight back, but could not reach her face.At the moment when Qing He appeared, she looked up, rolled her tongue slightly, put the cigarette in her mouth, took a deep breath, then twisted her right index finger and thumb, took off the cigarette butt, and exhaled slowly .

She was half hidden in the darkness, so people couldn't see the expression on her face clearly, but from a distance, she could see her throat moving, as if she was swallowing smoke, but it didn't look like it.

This is the first time Qing He sees her smoking, her movements are skillful, every inadvertent move seems to have been practiced thousands of times, and it can't be done just by pretending to be deep.

Wen Ning is a very self-disciplined person. Under a good family education, he has always shown others with a quiet side, which is inappropriate, even in private.She looked different now than usual, as if she was a different person.

The drawer was not closed, and the cigarette case was on the left side of the bedside table.

It was an unopened pack of cigarettes, Qing He didn't touch any of them, but brought it over out of habit.

She didn't expect that Wen Ning would take apart her own cigarette, and she didn't know whether Wen Ning could smoke or was in her own room.

It's normal to smoke a cigarette, it's not a big deal.

Wen Ning spoke first, pinched out the cigarette, and threw it into the trash can beside him.

It might be because he had just smoked a cigarette. The man's voice was a little hoarse, as if he was suppressing it on purpose, but his tone was gentle and light.

"Come here," she whispered.

Qinghe asked: "What are you doing?"

His tone was dry, but he still took a few steps over there.

Wen Ning didn't answer, but only pulled her when she was about to approach, and pulled her to sit beside her.

Qinghe didn't understand what was going on, so she frowned and stared at it puzzled.

There was a faint smoke on this person's body, which could not dissipate for a while.Qinghe's taste is relatively fixed, and she always smokes the same kind of cigarettes. Now she suddenly smells a familiar smell from someone else, and she is still not used to it, and feels uncomfortable for no reason.

Wen Ning reached out her hand, and she subconsciously wanted to avoid it, not to let it touch her.Wen Ning's men paused, "What are you hiding from?"

She defended: "I didn't hide."

Wen Ning took out a thin blanket from nowhere and wanted to put it on her.

She didn't want to, so she blocked it with her hand, "No, I'm not cold."

Wen Ning pulled her hand down, knowing that he was resisting himself, so he didn't argue too much, and just said softly, "Don't catch a cold."

Qinghe was a little annoyed, "No."

The person in front of him didn't speak or move. After a while, he said softly, "Don't be angry, okay?"