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Chapter 203 Mr. Xi's Soup Is Delicious

An hour later, the black Rolls-Royce slowly drove into the Imperial Capital Film and Television Base.

The wooden assistant sitting in the passenger seat turned his head.

"Boss, Miss Ruan's studio is right in front."

Xi Jiu said softly, "Yeah".

He glanced at the thermos cup placed in the glove box, took out his cell phone and made a call.



Ruan Qi was hanging in the air with a wire tied to her, and the red dress on her body had been soaked by the rain.

Holding a long sword in her hand, she threw a sword flower in the air with a very difficult gesture, and stabbed Meng Qiao played by Ye Ran.

Filming a fight scene at night with a wire attached was not only difficult, but also dangerous. Shen Wenqian's heart was in his throat on the ground. He stared nervously at the wire behind Ruan Qi and Ye Ran, fearing that the two of them would

Tangle the wires together and cause an accident.

Just then, the cell phone in his pocket rang loudly.

Shen Wenqian quickly took out his mobile phone and glanced at the caller ID in a slightly irritable mood——

Mr. Xi.

"!" Shen Wenqian almost screamed and threw the phone out.

He quickly found a deserted corner and pressed the connect button.

"It's me, Xi Jiu." The man's cold voice carried a powerful aura and squeezed into Shen Wenqian's eardrums along the phone line, making his brain buzz.

Shen Wenqian hammered his chest hard and tried to calm down.

At this time, Xi Jiu spoke again.

"I'm outside the set."

"??????"

Shen Wenqian's blood pressure approached 280.

He tried hard to maintain his last trace of calmness and asked: "Mr. Xi, you just said...where are you outside?"

Xi Jiu: "The Imperial Capital Film and Television Base, outside the set of "End of the World"."

"..." Shen Wenqian seemed to hear the sound of his cerebral blood vessels bursting.

He seemed to have thought of tomorrow's explosive topic in the entertainment sector - the newcomer surnamed R will be the head of the Xi family at night, and he will fly up a branch and become a phoenix!

For the personal safety of his artist surnamed R, Shen Wenqian made his last desperate struggle.

"Master Xi," he said weakly, "Ruan Qi is still filming, she..."

"I'm not looking for her."

Xi Jiu's cold voice interrupted him, "If it's convenient for Mr. Shen, please come out."

The phone hung up with a 'stuck' sound.

Shen Wenqian looked at the black screen of his mobile phone, a little dazed.

If Mr. Xi doesn't look for Ruan Qi, why should he look for him?

What to do with him?

Shen Wenqian was stunned for several seconds, and then rushed out of the set holding an umbrella.

Assistant Mu, who was already waiting outside the set, waved to him.

"Mr. Shen, please come with me."

Shen Wenqian followed Assistant Mu to a Rolls-Royce in confusion. Assistant Mu opened the door and made a 'please' gesture to him.

Shen Wenqian got into the car in confusion. When he raised his head, he met Xi Jiu's cold eyes.

"!"

He was so excited that his head almost hit the roof of the car, and he quickly said hello: "Xi, Mr. Xi, what are you..."

Before he finished speaking, a thermos cup appeared in front of him.

Shen Wenqian's words stopped abruptly.

"It's for her." Xi Jiu said solemnly, with a hint of warmth in her tone, "There's soup in it."

Shen Wenqian looked at the thermos cup and couldn't react for a moment.

Xi Jiu continued: "Mr. Shen, please watch her drink all the soup."

"..." Shen Wenqian silently took the thermos cup, "Mr. Xi, why don't you meet Ruan Qi?"

Xi Jiu: "No. My identity will bring her trouble."

Shen Wenqian's eyes flickered, and his mood was a bit complicated.

The powerful person in charge of the Xi family came here all night just to deliver soup to a little girl, without even daring to meet her.

Who would believe it?

Shen Wenqian sighed in his heart and nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, Mr. Xi, I will watch Ruan Qi and drink all the soup."

Xi Jiu: "Thank you very much."

Under the light of the carriage, the man's facial features softened a bit.

He looked through the car window in the direction of the studio, his eyes filled with tiny lights.

"Thank you, Mr. Shen, for taking good care of her."



When Shen Wenqian returned to the set, Ruan Qi had just put down the wire.

The staff helped her unbuckle the safety buckle, and Mo Lan quickly held her arm.

During the play just now, Ruan Qi's waist was hit by Ye Ran's Wia, and the skin was slightly broken.

Mo Lan helped her walk to a deserted place, took off her clothes and applied some ointment.

"How are you? Are you bleeding?" Shen Wenqian walked over and asked.

"No, it's just a bit of a scratch." Ruan Qi wiped the rain off her face with a smile, "Brother Shen, don't worry."

The nervous Shen Wenqian breathed a sigh of relief.

He glanced at Mo Lan, who was getting a towel for Ruan Qi, and handed over the thermos cup in his hand.

Ruan Qi was confused: "What is this?"

"Soup." Shen Wenqian said, "Master Xi gave it to me because I was afraid you would catch a cold."

"Mr. Xi?!

Ruan Qi's eyes widened, and she stood up from the chair without caring about the ointment she had just applied.

"Where are the others?"

Shen Wenqian: "He must have left. His identity is not suitable for showing his face, and it will have a bad influence on you. So he called me out and told me to watch you drink up all the soup."

Ruan Qi said nothing.

She stuffed the thermos bottle back into Shen Wenqian's arms, then picked up her wet dress and trotted out of the set.

"Mr. Xi!"

The empty bluestone road echoed with the girl's soft shouts, and there was no shadow of Rolls-Royce anywhere.

A few minutes later, the little girl came back with her head hanging down.

"Master Xi is gone?" Shen Wenqian asked.

Ruan Qi nodded unhappily.

She took the thermos flask in Shen Wenqian's hand, opened the lid, poured out the soup, and took a small sip.

Then he took his mobile phone from Mo Lan's hand.

[It’s Xiaoqi: Mr. Xi, thank you for the soup, it’s delicious.]

——*——*——

The next day, the sky cleared after the rain.

Ruan Qi slept for four hours last night, and was picked up from bed by Mo Lan early in the morning, and she went to the set in a daze.

She only had one scene this morning. After filming, she huddled on a folding stool and drew drawings on a tablet.

Not long after, Ye Ran came over after leaving the show.

He pulled up a stool and sat next to Ruan Qi, squinting at the drawings on her tablet for a long time, but didn't understand anything.

Seeing that Ruan Qi was so focused on the drawing that she didn't notice his presence at all, Ye Ran couldn't help but lift the legs of her stool with her toes.

Ruan Qi was a little too focused and didn't notice the slight shaking of the stool.

Ye Ran, who didn't get any attention, looked disgusted and stabbed her with the script in his hand.

"Hello."

Ruan Qi raised her head blankly and looked at him with a questioning look on her face.

"What's wrong, Senior Ye?"

Ye Ran said with a dark face: "When will your fans come?"

"?" Ruan Qi asked, "What kind of fans?"

Ye Ran: "Director Wu said today that fans can come to visit the class, didn't you know?!"

Ruan Qi shook her head. Just as she was about to speak, excited screams suddenly sounded outside the set.

"Yao Yao! Yaoyao!"

"Yao Yao, we are here to see you!"

Lu Jiayao, who had just finished playing, heard this voice and raised her eyebrows in satisfaction.

She adjusted her costume, looked at Ruan Qi proudly, and then walked out in a hurry.

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