Fortunately, this conversation didn't last long, because Qi Ji asked: "What are you looking at?"

Wan Chukong answered quickly: "SpongeBob, Spider-Man."

Qiji is stuck.

He knew very little about European and American cartoons and could not answer any words at once.

But despite this, his eyes were much more eager when he looked at Wan Chukong, and he was not as restrained as before.

Su Mianchao called to ask others, and he honestly replied: "I'm back home."

Su Mianchao was heartbroken, "If you want to have a good relationship with Wan Chukong, you should run home first, what about others?"

Qi Ji hesitated for a moment and whispered: "Beside me."

There were three people in the car, and no matter how low he was, Wan Chukong could still hear it.

Su Mianchao: "When did you two become so familiar? You didn't really meet everyone secretly, right?"

Qi Ji hung up the phone directly, held his cell phone and turned to smile at Wan Chukong, praying that the other party would hear nothing.

Wan Chukong also smiled at him.

The two of them smiled at each other for a few seconds, but Qi Ji finally fell down and said, "Please take me around the distance."

"It's not going far away, just the way." Wan Chu knocked his finger on his leg, turning his head politely, "Have you not had a job recently? I think you are all very busy in your career."

"Because I just finished recording the group variety show, I have two days off and I will go to shoot a magazine tomorrow." Qi Ji is also familiar with this set, which is called making no conversation. What can two unfamiliar people talk about? It can't be someone else's gossip, and that's all about work and life.

Wan Chukong nodded and Qi Ji asked, "What about you?"

Wan Chukong stepped forward and turned to him and said, "It's just a TV series. The filming was completed yesterday. The plane returned from City A this morning."

Qi Ji was stunned, "Then have you not had a rest?"

"I originally planned to rest, but I didn't, but it didn't work. It's okay, it's not bad." The sky outside the car window was already dark, and the night sky was dimmer through the lead-gray glass. Wan Chukong answered while slashing the slightly sharp edge of his phone with his hand. He never put on a phone case, and his phone was often unrecognizable because of losing his hands.

"I'm curious about some questions, and I don't know if I'll offend you if I ask directly." Wan Chukong asked again with a smile.

The assistant was deeply worried about Qi Ji behind him. His boss said so, and that must be no good thing.

"What?" Qi Ji asked.

"Is it really impossible to fall in love as an idol?"

Qi Ji blinked again and did not give a positive answer, but instead asked: "Who are you in love with?"

The atmosphere solidified for a few seconds.

Wan Chukong: "No, it's just curiosity."

Qi Ji said: "Yes."

"What if I've talked about it?"

Qi Ji opened his mouth. Except for Wan Chukong who fell in love with his female idol, he could not have thought of the reason why other parties would ask such a question.

"Then bear the consequences," he said.

Wan Chukong seemed very satisfied with this answer and said softly: "Thank you."

Qi Ji looked confused: "What are you grateful for?"

Wan Chukong's smile was extremely harmless. The teacher who taught him performance praised him for his strong plasticity. Whether he played a good person or a villain, as long as he was willing, just a change in his eyes could make his aura completely different.

The car drove outside the community gate. Qi Ji put on a hat. Wan Chukong suddenly said, "Do you want to add WeChat?"

Qi Ji took out his phone and scanned the code for him. Wan Chukong saw the cat on his avatar, "Do you like cats very much?"

"Yeah, I like it." Qi Ji admitted generously, then waved his hand politely, "Please send me back." Then he turned around and said to the assistant driving, "Thank you, do you still need an autograph?"

The assistant looked at his boss's face and hurriedly said, "It's better to trouble Brother Qi next time."

Qi Ji nodded and turned around and got out of the car.

The car door was closed behind him, and the sound of closing the car door was much less.

Qiji swiped the door card and walked into the community, and the car slowly started and drove away.

The assistant asked tremblingly: "Boss, where are we going?"

Wan Chukong then turned off the reminder of his phone. Looking at the missed call from Sitong above, he said for a while: "Go to the south gate and stop."

The assistant was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Wan Chukong's cell phone rang.

The man saw a string of numbers and did not hesitate to pick it up directly, "Hey, hello."

The female voice on the other end of the phone said, "You have never replied to the message you have, but the phone is answered very quickly."

Wan Chukong lowered his eyes, his eyelashes were black and dense, like a shiny tail feather of a crow, and with the inconspicuous small mole on one side of his nose, it was no wonder that he immediately attracted a large number of fans to follow him when he returned to the entertainment industry, and shouted "husband, husband" under Weibo all day long.

"Well, because I just asked your senior, he told me personally that I cannot fall in love, and once I fall in love, I have to bear the corresponding consequences. So for your future considerations, can you stop calling me?"

“…”

The carriage was silent.

The other end of the phone was silent.

A few seconds later, the female voice continued, "No, who is so meddling in other people's business?"

"Are you meddling in other people's business? I'm very grateful to him." Wan Chukong looked at the building in front of him and stepped back little by little. The phone in his ear vibrated again. He raised his hand slightly to look at the caller ID, regardless of it, and continued, "And you seem to have made the wrong point, the point is 'Don't call me'."

The female voice cooled down instantly, "Then won't you just say it?"

"I said it last time, and you pretended that you didn't understand it. I think it might be because your words were not very polite. Is this time polite enough?" said Wan Chukong, "We are just filming together."

This time the phone hung up neatly. Wan Chukong covered the tiredness in his eyes, raised his head and smiled perfectly, "Do you have any opinions on my approach?"

The assistant was so angry that he didn't dare to breathe, "No... I'm just going to the place."

Wan Chukong exhaled, "So quickly?"

"Yes, yes..." Isn't it just the distance between the front and back doors? How far can you go?

"I suddenly changed my mind." There was an extra missed call on Wan Chukong's phone screen, showing the same contact, "It's better to go back to the apartment."

Since he became an assistant to Wan Chukong, his assistant has frequently missed his previous artist who was a big shot. Wan Chukong never played a big shot. He was sick and it was sunny all day long.

##

In the new week and new work, Qi Ji received a message from Wan Chukong on the fifth day of his trip.

At that time, he was shooting an advertisement. Six members of the group stood in a row, one after another, exposing their heads and chanting extremely shameful slogans. Qi Ji put his brain in air conditioner to silent mode, pretending that the enthusiastic voice was not made by himself, and finally he was able to rest after the 46th filming.

He returned to the lounge and turned on his phone. He slowly looked through the message from WeChat 99. He saw three messages sent by Wan Chukong and clicked on them with confusion.

Two of them are pictures, with a text attached: [The other one is hidden and not allowed to be photographed.]

Qi Ji slid down from the chair in surprise, squatted down and enlarged the photo and looked at it again and again.

Cat!

It's a cat!

Qi Ji was healed by two cats with thick hair and plump body in the morning, so he happily replied: So fat [Cat Cat Happy.jpg]

Not long after I was happy, the staff knocked in and said, "Qi Ji... the director said no, I have to go back and reshoot it."

Qi Ji put down his cell phone, "Oh OK, come right now."

Wan Chukong did not reply to him, and after many days, he did not send a cat again. The photo of that day seemed to be suddenly flew for Qi Ji to see.

Qi Ji's daily work news and group news, Wan Chukong was naturally submerged in this ocean of information, and Qi Ji didn't care about it.

He and Wan Chukong are destined to be two parallel lines. Although they are in the same circle, there is no need to intersect. No matter how beautiful the people on the Internet write about their encounter, the reality is that even if the two people say hello, say words, and add WeChat to each other, they are still strangers.

So...when will the heat fall!!!

Why has the ranking of super talks been rising?!

Qi Ji was puzzled by his phone.

Fu Shuang was very enthusiastic, "Brother Liu, I'll tell you, your husband..."

Qi Ji sighed helplessly and corrected countless times: "He is not my husband."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Fu Shuang, the naughty child, had no regrets at all and continued to pull the screen of his phone. "You know that he has acted in a new drama. You know the heroine in him, you know the last time he was on the same stage with us."

Qi Ji searched in his mind for a circle, "Shi Xiarui?"

Fu Shuang gave a thumbs up, "It's not a bad thing that I'm brother, I even remember the name of my love rival."

Qi Ji: "?"

Qi Ji: "I remember it's just that I have a good memory."

"This doesn't matter." Fu Shuang continued to flip through her phone and finally found a photo. It was quite blurry, but it could be seen that it was a man and a woman, with the girl carrying the boy's arms.

Qi Ji was confused, "What's wrong? Who is this?"

"It's your husband and you are in love."

Qi Ji: “…………………”

Fu Shuang comforted him and said, "But it's okay, the fans of both sides have clarified that the two of them are dressed in the show and are filming."

But Qi Ji suddenly thought of what Wan Chukong asked him that day.

Is it her?

Wan Chukong is in love with this girl?

"It doesn't matter to me, because it doesn't matter to me at all." Qi Ji said, his eyes unconsciously wandering away. He seemed to have known some amazing secret.

"Hey, so! You two CP fans are quitting, working harder to produce food, draw pictures, and even cut you... the trailer of Wanchukong's new drama into a double version of the Republic of China film. Brother, do you see?"

Qi Ji was still immersed in the shock of discovering the secret and could not extricate himself, so he shook his head casually.

"Then I'll send you a link."

This time Qi Ji heard it clearly, and held Fu Shuang's hand, "Don't send it to me, and don't send it to the group!"

"Ah?" Fu Shuang looked regretful, "You said it earlier. I shared it in the group in the morning. Didn't you see it?"

“…”

Qi Ji clicked on a small group of six people, and the group name: You can only get less scolded if you talk less.

Fu Shuang: [Web page link]

Qiu Yi: Read.

Group 3: Read.

Group 5: Read.

Ren Si: Just read it!

Ren Si: I was caught by Sister He just clicked. Don’t always post such things in the group!

Group 3: Did the captain ask Sister He’s feelings?

Ren Si: I don’t want to die?

Fu Shuang: Sister He is also talking, she is at level 10.

Group 3:?

Group 5:?

Qiu Yi:?

Qi Ji: "?"

After reading the chat record, Qi Ji turned around, "You said Sister He..."

Fu Shuang shrugged, "Really, she signs in and posts every day, but don't worry, she definitely didn't reveal the news inside. Our agent is quite reliable."

Qi Ji: "The main reason why there is no revelation is not that Wan Chukong and I don't know each other at all?"

Fu Shuang clapped her hands, "Yes, I always forgot."
Chapter completed!