Mao Keyi: "..."

As soon as the words were heard, Mao Keyi's face froze in an instant.

Liang Baoyue remained calm, but she felt relieved.

Originally, she was introducing people, but Mao Keyi took advantage of this time to interrupt. This unknowing and ignorant look was not like this, but even a newcomer who has been in the industry for seven days will not be like this.

After this sentence, Mao Keyi was speechless, everyone on the table looked at each other and looked as usual. They ate their own dishes and toasted their own wine.

It's as if nothing happened.

There are convenient places with people and circles, and there are convenient places with circles and rivers.

This phenomenon exists to varying degrees in any circle, especially in the entertainment industry.

One is the first ceiling recognized by domestic entertainment after the millennium, and the other is a traffic singer who relies on company marketing and hype to maintain popularity - which is more important and which is more important is just a glance.

What's more, Mao Keyi's behavior is really not beautiful.

Liang Baoyue cleared her throat, but she still followed the process, and her eyes turned to Yan Ge's face, "Yan Ge."

It means to make people call me.

When Yan Ge opened his mouth again, his mood was like a bunch of cotton stuck in his throat, and his voice was stuttering, "...Rong Chuo,"

Rong Chuo: "Yes."

Yan Ge: "..."

She hasn't finished speaking yet.

There was also the word "sir", which she didn't have time to say.

However, after all, it was just a few small episodes, and after that, the dinner continued.

I'll keep drinking and I'll be in a hot mood.

In the slightly noisy and bustling bustle, Yan Ge sat at one end. From her perspective, he could just see his silhouette, and the movements on his hand were also clear.

The hand that I just took the wet wipes was straight, the knuckles were very long, the edges of the nails were neatly decorated, and the crescent moon was spread lightly at the bottom. At this time, I held the chopsticks and moved slowly, as if I was not very careful.

Turn on the chopsticks, drop off the chopsticks, stop the chopsticks.

The heavy light is like a silhouette, making his hands clear.

Clearly reflected in her eyes.

...

After half of the dinner, the atmosphere was just right. Liang Baoyue answered the phone and then left the seat in a hurry.

Her son had acute appendicitis and was sent to the hospital by 120.

Liang Baoyue thought it thoroughly. Even though the incident happened suddenly, she did not forget Yan Ge. Before leaving, she greeted Fu Jun from the same company in private and asked her to take care of Yan Ge, and then sent the person home after the bureau was over.

In this way, the banquet ended and the cups and plates were in a mess. By the end of the dinner, the heavy rain had stopped and everyone dispersed.

Yan Ge's family has a car to pick him up. The driver's surname is Yang, and he is a reliable middle-aged man.

Starting from Qingyi Garden, Master Yang sent a positioning message. Then he was blocked halfway, and Master Yang sent another positioning message.

Master Yang: "Miss, there will be traffic jam on the road later."

Yan Ge also replied neatly: "Okay."

After replying to the news, the phone was locked. A white BMW Seven Series drove over first, and the window fell and exposed it. It was Fu Jun, the popular agent of Qiyue Tianhua's family.

"Yan Ge," Fu Jun naturally invited Yan Ge, "Where is your home? Do you want me to send it?"

Yan Ge thanked her for her kindness and then declined, "No need, Miss Fu. I have called the car."

The dinner didn't last long, only more than an hour in total. It was just past eight o'clock and it was still early, and the private restaurant was located in a prosperous area. So Yan Ge said this, and Fu Jun did not force it.

In summer, rain is strong convection, and it comes and goes quickly. The rapid rain just dissipates, and the lights are on the verge of traffic, and the noise is occasionally heard. When a rainy night falls, the air is fresh and cool. The sweet fragrance of Hehuan at the turn of July and August is faintly hidden in the wind, and sneaks into the night with the wind, and the silence is silent.

In the night, beside the pavement, in the evening breeze, Yan Ge stood with his hands.

Feather fans are planted on both sides of the street, which are crossed, with lush and dense branches and leaves standing side by side with street lights and lit up by abundant light.

It is the season of flowers. If the wind moves, the shadows of the trees will sway, and the light pink color will fall to the ground like a fan and a feather.

The light became more and more dim.

With his eyelids slightly closed, Yan Ge lowered his head, his eyes fixed on his toes.

Thinking is also frozen in the private room.

Today, she met her idol.

And she and him had dinner together.

And she talked to him.

And there is,

Abrupt, light and heavy footsteps hit the ground, and rhythmically, directly disrupted her original thoughts.

Naturally, Yan Ge raised his eyes.

For a moment, stagnation.

Only the sound of wind passing by the treetops.

incredible.

Hua Ze scattered star chips in her eyes at night, reflecting the description of someone.

The unclear light was like ink, staining the outline of his body.

The side face was quiet, and her eyes were as deep as a well water, falling into her eyes, very clear.

There is no fluctuation, no turmoil.

The wind only glanced at him once, and he closed his eyes.

Without saying a word, he stood side by side with her, about one meter apart.

He said he was standing side by side, but standing on one side, Yan Ge's height of 1.6 meters was not even his shoulders.

He is much taller than her and his shadow is much longer than her.

Standing beside him, she also seemed to be standing in his shadow.

The invisible pressure was like a net, tightening her silently and invisibly.

The pressure is inexplicable.

Why is he still here?

Why haven't he left yet?

...

The hand that fell on the skirt was clenched, but the silk material was cool and slippery, and it was not tightly held.

Hold it tightly and loosen it.

Before this, Yan Ge thought about the scene of meeting his idol, and many times.

For example, after seeing her, what she wants to say and how she expresses to him her love for the movies he made.

But the gap between imagination and reality seems to be a bit big.

That's why, billions of points are big.

In imagination, she punched hard.

In reality, she is submissive.

Call him.

Call him, call him, call him.

She was angry for herself in her heart.

Then he rushed out of his throat and made a sound under high pressure.

"Mr. Rong Chuo."

Yan Ge: "..."

Although I have said all the names this time, but-

It was the volume that she couldn't even hear clearly.

For two seconds, Yan Ge thought he hadn't heard it.

Disgusted by her submissiveness, she lowered her head.

But the next moment, she heard him respond, and the tone was very flat, "Yeah."

Yan Ge: "..."

She raised her eyes, "Did you hear me?"
To be continued...