Chapter 716 Chief Screenwriter
Nan Jiaojiao rolled her eyes gracefully.
Of course, I avoided the camera and didn’t let him see it.
She put her mobile phone aside and held it in place with something. The camera happened to only be able to shine above her shoulders.
Bo Yanqing laughed, "Where are you guarding me?"
"Ah!" Nan Jiaojiao nodded vigorously, "Isn't it obvious enough?"
Bo Yanqing leaned on the armrest of the sofa, holding her temples with her hands, looking at her for a moment, her eyes sparkling, slightly In the moment of excitement, there was only her reflection in the eyes.
In the end he succeeded.
Nan Jiaojiao was always unable to prevent herself, but she didn’t rush around. She didn’t pick up her phone immediately after she dropped it. She waited until the water on her body was dry before picking it up. She wiped it with a tissue and lay down. Once in bed, she was too lazy to hold it up with her hands. She pulled the pillow where Bo Yanqing was sleeping farther away, put her phone on it, and turned to her side to sleep.
“Good night.”
"Good night," Bo Yanqing kept looking at her, "Go to sleep, I'll wait until you fall asleep."
"Yes."
She rubbed her face into the pillow and slowly Close your eyes slowly.
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The next day, Bo Yanqing failed to come back.
He said as soon as possible, but three days passed and he was still in the capital.
I talk to Nan Jiaojiao on the phone every day, but the conversations are brief, and I have video chats twice in three days.
She didn't ask much. Before going out that morning, she told him that she was going to the opening ceremony of "The Empress".
In the dressing room, Chu Yao was doing makeup and hair. The game was not going well. He lost two games in a row. He started the next game and tapped his nails on the screen impatiently.
Pointed to a little assistant and said, "Go and watch outside. When my baby comes, bring her here."
The assistant was a little confused, "Sister Chu Yao, your baby is..." some kind of pet?
Chu Yao exited the game interface and found a beautiful photo of Nan Jiaojiao, "If you look like this, it's better to look at that one."
"I understand, I understand."
The assistant wanted to take a photo with her cell phone, but when she saw the face in the photo, she realized, my dear, Meicheng is not a star in the entertainment industry. She is definitely easy to find among a bunch of mortals.
As soon as Nan Jiaojiao got out of the car, she was found by the assistant before she walked half a street to the film and television city, and was taken directly to Chu Yao's dressing room.
Sister Mi was also there and they met each other. Nan Jiaojiao walked up behind Chu Yao and threw a mobile phone into her hand.
“Baby, help me, I’m so sorry for losing.”
Nan Jiaojiao glanced at the 0-8 record and said in disgust: “Did you hit it with your feet?”
“You really don’t blame me, the auxiliary pot, I can’t push it up when it’s crispy, right?”
Nan Jiaojiao snorted mockingly, sat on the chair next to her, and took a few minutes to turn the situation around.
Before makeup and hair were done, another group of people came in. A tall and slender figure followed the director. The two turned their heads and talked. They happened to be passing by, and the director came over to say a few words to Chu Yao.
Chu Yao said a few good-tempered words, and suddenly noticed a gaze. When he looked over, he happened to meet Yi Qinghuan's gaze.
"Small waist."
Yi Qinghuan spoke softly, and others did not hear her clearly. When she walked up to Chu Yao, she smiled slightly, "Miss Chu."
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Chu Yao's eyebrows twitched. She knew Yi Qinghuan, but they didn't have a close relationship with him. They only talked to each other and couldn't even remember his name.
A rare courtesy, "What's your surname?"
Yi Qinghuan was startled, but her expression did not change, "Yi Qinghuan, we are going to work together on this drama. I am the director. "Screenwriter."
"Really?" Chu leaned back so that the makeup artist could help her, and only glanced at her with the end of her eyes, "Why weren't you there during those days when we were reading the script? ?”
(End of this chapter)