[Entertainment circle] The starlight in the pen is not as good as you

Although Wang Fuwei believed that her main purpose was to chase lovers, she still took some time to discuss with Mo Tongtong whether they could cooperate in "Dream of Flowers".

"But Chang Lan has already signed a producer contract with Lu Sanbao." Mo Tongtong was a little puzzled.

"I can invest." Wang Fuwei said, "As an investor, can't I put a little relationship with the crew?"

Mo Tongtong: "..."

At this time, Gu Zhanqiao who was lying on the sofa suddenly straightened up, stared at Wang Fuwei and said, "You are Wang Fugui!"

Wang Fuwei: "..."

She looked at Gu Zhanqiao in shock, and then at Cao Jiaxuan, showing disbelief.

Cao Jiaxuan called her Wang Fugui and she just put up with it, why did Gu Zhanqiao call her that?

But she soon felt a little inexplicably happy, thinking in her heart, does Cao Jiaxuan often mention her in front of Gu Zhanqiao?

Cao Jiaxuan walked up to Wang Fuwei and patted her on the shoulder, saying, "She is still a child, don't argue with her."

Wang Fuwei originally wanted to say "I don't think she is small", but suddenly thought of something, raised his eyebrows and said, "Then can I argue with you?"

When she said this, she looked up at Cao Jiaxuan, with a sense of teasing and seduction.

Then Cao Jiaxuan had already looked away from her, and said solemnly: "Besides, it's not appropriate to talk about it now, they got drunk too quickly, you might as well set a time and talk about it in detail later."

After such an appointment, Cao Jiaxuan gave a routine warning that nothing would happen, and then left with Wang Fuwei.

Mo Tongtong was very puzzled why the two of them would stay together.

She did know that Wang Fuwei was very interested in Cao Jiaxuan's whereabouts earlier, but they should be in opposite directions, there is no intersection.

But Mo Tongtong's curiosity about these things is quite limited, so after sending Lu Sanbao what he said to Wang Fuwei, he washed up and went to sleep.

For her, how to prevent Gu Zhanqiao from waking up to sing in the bath again is a more important thing to consider.

……

As the sky was getting brighter, Mo Tongtong opened his eyes at seven o'clock as usual and turned off the alarm clock.

Every time she thought of opening her eyes this time, she would see Gu Zhanqiao in her arms, looking up at her from under the quilt.

Mo Tongtong blinked and asked in surprise, "Why did you wake up?"

Gu Zhanqiao rolled her eyes, but did not answer.

In fact, she woke up not long ago and wanted to continue to sleep, but suddenly remembered what happened last night.

She remembered that Yue Changlan slept in her bedroom, next door to them.

She also remembered Yue Changlan's silent and gloomy appearance when he was drunk.

So she realized that although she didn't want to, she and Mo Tongtong had hurt someone's heart, and it seemed that it would continue.

It is true that nothing is perfect in this world.

Because of these thoughts, she couldn't sleep, and stared at Mo Tongtong's face in a daze.

She realized that it was rare for her to see Mo Tongtong sleeping. She looked at the thick eyelashes covering the lower eyelids, and wanted to reach out to fiddle with them, but she was very afraid of waking Mo Tongtong, who seemed to be sleeping lightly. .

So it was not until Mo Tongtong woke up that she reached out to touch those eyelashes.

Although Mo Tongtong was somewhat surprised by Gu Zhanqiao's actions, she did not dodge until Gu Zhanqiao withdrew her hand and asked, "Is there anything?"

Gu Zhanqiao shook her head, she looked up at Mo Tongtong's face close at hand, then poked her head out and kissed Mo Tongtong's lips, then pursed her lips and smiled: "I just want a good morning kiss."

After saying this, she immediately got out of bed first and grabbed the bathroom.

So today, Gu Zhanqiao finally left the bedroom earlier than Mo Tongtong. Seeing that the door opposite was still closed, she was not sure if Yue Changlan had woken up.

She hesitated for a while without knocking on the door, and was about to go out when she suddenly heard the continuous ringing of her mobile phone from inside.

The phone rang for a while and then stopped, but it rang again after a few seconds.

Gu Zhanqiao struggled for a long time, opened the door a crack, and saw the drawn curtains and open windows, the quilt was neatly folded, and the room was empty.

Gu Zhanqiao opened the door completely, stared blankly for a while, and saw the vibrating and ringing mobile phone on the bedside table.

She didn't know where Yue Changlan was, so she knocked on the bathroom door and found no one answered, so she opened it directly.

The worst didn't happen, Yue Changlan didn't pass out in the room or bathroom, she just got up.

After she came to that conclusion, the phone started ringing for the third time since she heard it.

She thought for a while and picked up the phone, then walked to the living room.

She saw Yue Changlan in the living room.

Maybe it's because she didn't get proper care this morning, and her long hair, which looks like flowing water, looks a little messy.

The morning light leaked through the hair, dyeing it with a light yellow halo.

Yue Changlan tilted his head slightly, revealing half of his face bathed in the morning light.

Under such bright light, her expression became more and more exhausted.

Gu Zhanqiao felt that she had energized her, so she smiled at her.

"You're awake," she said.

Gu Zhanqiao held up the phone, pointed and said, "Your phone is ringing."

Yue Changlan was very calm.

So calm that Gu Zhanqiao began to suspect that she was just in a daze.

She looked at the phone and said slowly after a long time, "Oh, thank you."

At this time, Gu Zhanqiao had already handed the mobile phone in front of her, and then watched her connect the mobile phone.

She listened silently to the voice on the other side of the phone, and after a long while said "um", she hung up the phone.

Gu Zhanqiao had no imagination about the content of the phone call, but felt that after listening to the phone call, Yue Changlan seemed to be completely awake at last, and became what he used to see again.

She smiled softly and said, "I forgot I had something to do this morning, it looks like I'm leaving."

"Eat, eat breakfast before leaving."

"No, I'm not used to breakfast."

"That……"

Gu Zhanqiao wanted to say something, but the words stopped abruptly.

Yue Changlan looked at her intently.

Gu Zhanqiao thought: Then don't you want to see Tongtong before leaving.

But she couldn't say these words, so she closed her mouth, keeping her innocent and ignorant expression.

Yue Changlan nodded at her and walked towards the gate.

Not long after Yue Changlan left, Mo Tongtong came out of the room. When she saw the door of the opposite bedroom was open, she knew that Yue Changlan had already woken up, so she went to the living room and saw that Gu Zhanqiao was alone, and asked, "Has Changlan left yet? "

Gu Zhanqiao said: "She just left, someone called and said something happened."

Mo Tongtong said "oh".

She looked at Gu Zhanqiao's face, and found that although he was smiling, he seemed a little panicked.

She hesitated for a moment and asked, "Qiao Qiao, do you have anything to say to me?"

Gu Zhanqiao shook her head: "I was just thinking, if everything in the world can always be perfect, as if everyone can find the one who suits her best, that would be great."

"But things are never perfect, and the world keeps reminding me of that."

Mo Tongtong looked at her, not quite understanding why she suddenly expressed such emotion.

Gu Zhanqiao covered her hot face with her hands and said, "...So, I'm going to ask Jiang Yan if she has a schedule."

Mo Tongtong: "..."

It was almost eleven o'clock when Yue Changlan arrived at the agreed place.

She felt like she was facing a red light at every intersection, and the heavy traffic jam made it difficult for her to move.

She wanted to call to cancel the meeting halfway, but was told by the assistant that the other party was willing to wait.

But in fact, she herself did not feel this way.

Her brain was no more unclogged than a clogged pathway, as if every time a thought tried to emerge, the squeezed nerve pathways swelled and ached.

Of course, this appointment has been made for a long time, and there is no reason to postpone it, let alone this situation where she has made a mistake.

She got out of the car in the underground parking lot, nauseated by a strong smell of gasoline.

There were bursts of soreness in her stomach that she was used to. She picked up her bag and walked to the elevator, taking a deep breath to suppress these less obvious discomforts.

Then in the elevator, she saw that her hair seemed a little disheveled.

She looked at her image impatiently, and kept pressing the broken hair on the top of her head with her palm.

After finding that this was basically ineffective, she took out the spray from her bag and sprayed it on her hands, then pressed it on the top of her head.

At this time, the door of the elevator opened, and she walked out while pressing her hair. It was not until she reached the door and collected the spray that she realized that there was a person behind her.

She turned around in fright, clutching her chest and looking at the woman smiling at her. The woman was wearing a dark gray coat and a low-necked bottoming shirt. Her brown curly hair was tied into a low ponytail behind her head. , exquisite makeup, picturesque eyebrows, can be called gorgeous and moving.

She raised an eyebrow at Yue Changlan, then untied her hair rope, and handed it over with a calm expression.

"I think you need it more than I do, Mr. Yue."

Yue Changlan held his breath in his chest and was speechless for a moment.

Fang Fang explained again: "I went to the toilet just now and said hello to you, but you didn't seem to hear me."

Yue Changlan finally let out that breath.

She took the hair rope, suppressed her gaffe, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Miss Jiang."

Jiang Yan waved her hand and said, "I'll go in first," before she pushed the door open and entered.

Gu Zhanqiao looked at the hair rope in her hand and then at the closed door, feeling that she had a more intuitive understanding of her next contract partner.

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Thoughtful people.