Chapter 107 It’s okay if you don’t come back
Ji Zeqiu glanced at his manager and said in a calm tone, “What do I regret?”
After saying that, he entered the interview room.
The agent shrugged and followed suit.
The interview went smoothly, and I took a few more photos. This time the work was over.
"After the video of the interview is edited, I will send it to you together with the photos for review. If there is still a chance to cooperate next time, please take care of Teacher Ji." The staff member happily shook hands with Ji Zeqiu.
Ji Zeqiu said goodbye to the staff with a gentle smile on his lips.
As soon as he left the house, his manager came over to him in a cowardly manner, "I just found out for you that Shen Qingtang was filming an interview video in Hall 2. It shouldn't be over yet. Do you want to go over and watch it? One glance?"
Ji Zeqiu glanced at him and said, "If you are too busy, go and watch two more artists."
"Really not going?"
"I'm going home."
Ji Zeqiu turned and left.
My mother is still at home. Maybe Ji Tingyang has secretly taken her out to play, and he needs to go back quickly.
The entertainment industry is so small, it is very common to meet them at work.
So Ji Zeqiu didn't take the meeting with Shen Qingtang seriously today, but unexpectedly, they met again the next day by such a coincidence.
He and Shen Qingtang participated in the recording of a variety show as temporary guests.
Because they were just temporary guests, they didn’t have much to record and it was completed in one day.
When it was dinner time, Ji Zeqiu and Shen Qingtang were dragged by other artists to the restaurant to eat together.
Shen Qingtang glanced at Ji Zeqiu secretly, and after seeing him nodding, he also agreed.
While eating, a staff member ordered a few bottles of wine and went around looking for people to toast with the wine glasses.
Ji Zeqiu was considered the most famous artist among them. He went to propose a toast, but he did not dare to force him even after being declined. He looked around in the box, looking for the next target to toast to.
If it were in the past, Shen Qingtang, as a 18th-line transparent person, would not be cared about at all.
I won’t go out of my way to chat with her, let alone toast her.
However, some time ago, Shen Qingtang took advantage of many resources given by Ji Zeqiu and appeared on the screen frequently, and even his fame increased a lot.
Already considered a somewhat famous actor.
Because of this, other artists came to Shen Qingtang to greet her, toast her, and want to have a good relationship with her.
Maybe he will become a big shot in the future.
"Qingtang, come on, come on, eat more, you are so thin now." A woman eagerly brought her some food.
"Teacher Shen, come on, let's have a drink." The staff came to Shen Qingtang with a wine glass, and the wine glass in his hand was almost raised to her face.
With so many people watching around him, Shen Qingtang couldn't help but refute his face in public, so he could only hold on and drink the wine.
Cup after cup.
The people who came to toast changed one after another.
Shen Qingtang's drinking capacity was not big to begin with, and he fell into a coma within a few moments.
"Teacher Shen, our program team has a room in a nearby hotel. I think it is dangerous for you to go back like this. Why don't I help you to the hotel to rest first." When the show was over, a male artist He took the initiative to support her and suggested to him.
"No need." Shen Qingtang, still holding on to the last bit of reason, brushed away the man's extended hand, "My agent will come to pick me up later, and she will take me home. ”
"You can also go to the hotel to rest and wait, and then ask your agent to pick you up after she arrives," he said.
"I can just stand here and wait, no need to bother." Shen Qingtang has seen too many unspoken rules in the industry, and she does not dare to follow a man after drinking.
The man is still persuading. Shen Qingtang was anxious and kept looking around to find someone familiar to help.
But the people who had just gathered for dinner had almost dispersed, but she waited anxiously for a long time, but she didn't see anyone else coming out of the restaurant.
The man was very strong, and just when she was about to be pulled away, a familiar figure broke into her sight.
Shen Qingtang staggered and went over to grab his arm.
“Can you take me home?”
Ji Zeqiu raised his eyes and saw that her clear eyes were full of prayer and anxiety.
Obviously there was no deal or relationship between them, but when Shen Qingtang saw him, she still relied on him subconsciously.
"Ah, Teacher Ji, you haven't left yet?" The man was a little surprised, and pointed at Shen Qingtang, "Teacher Shen drank too much, and I was planning to send her to the hotel to rest."
Explained himself What I just did.
Shen Qingtang's head was already blurry, and he held Ji Zeqiu's hand slightly harder, "I don't want to go to the hotel, I want to go home..."
Ji Zeqiu immediately understood her scruples and held her hand. She staggered around and said to the man: "You don't have to go to the hotel, I can just take her back."
"But..."
Before the man wanted to say anything, Ji Zeqiu had already taken Shen Qingtang into the car and left.
The traffic on the road is a bit jammed, the cars are driving and stopping, and the speed is not fast.
Shen Qingtang fell on the passenger seat, her voice vague, and answered the call from her agent, "Sister Han, a friend has already sent me home, you don't have to worry..."
"Well...just turn around and go back..."
"Well, well..."
She closed her eyes, as if she was unconscious, and repeated the word "um" in her mouth, and she had already fallen asleep peacefully.
After arriving downstairs in Shen Qingtang's community, Ji Zeqiu called her several times, "You're home."
Shen Qingtang opened his eyes dimly, and as soon as he got off the car, he felt a rush in his stomach. I felt sore and vomited while holding on to the pillar beside me.
I can’t walk even while squatting on the ground.
It seemed like he didn’t even have the energy to go upstairs and go home.
Ji Zeqiu sighed, walked over and picked her up, frowning and warning her, "Don't spit on me."
Shen Qingtang snorted a few times, not sure if she heard what he said.
Arrived at the door of her apartment, Ji Zeqiu looked at the closed door and wanted to ask her what the password was, but she was so drunk that she couldn't tell her the question.
He pursed his lips and tried his luck with the previous door code.
When the door opened, a moment of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Unexpectedly, Shen Qingtang hasn't changed his password yet.
It’s also too unsafe.
Ji Zeqiu put her on the bed casually, and just as he was about to leave, Lin Xu called.
"Zeqiu, didn't you just say you were on your way home? Why haven't you come back yet? I haven't replied to the WeChat messages I sent you. Is nothing wrong?"
Hearing Lin Xu's concern, Ji Zeqiu's originally depressed mood because of the delay in returning home became much happier.
"I just had something to do, so I'll be back now!"
At this time, a hand held him, and a soft voice sounded: "Don't leave..."
Lin on the other end of the phone Xu was silent for a moment, remembering that his son had grown up, "I forgot about this phone call. I didn't ask anything. It's okay if I don't come back."