Chapter 503 (1/2)
When I got to the set, I realized that no matter whether I arrived early or late, I might not have a chance.
Because I didn't even have an audition.
I was very depressed. Wu Ruihe advised me: ”what is this? If you ask Mr. sang to say hello, all the roles are not up to you. Why do you have to look at people's faces here?”
Then the car started slowly.
”Then tell me!” He said to the driver in front of him, ”drive!”
”My assistant.” I told him, ”if she doesn't see me, she'll call the police or tell my boyfriend.”
Wu Ruihe is still on the set.
I was passively led by him. I couldn't get rid of him because he was so big. So I was dragged to a car outside the set.
He dragged my hand straight out of the door, and I found that there was a back door in the room.
He laughed, revealing eight white teeth: ”I'm not any of those who do!”
”If I accompany people to dinner, I would be a mass actor for so long?”
”Don't forget that I just gave you a role. Isn't it normal to accompany investors to dinner?”
In amazement, I broke my hand out of his: ”what's the matter with me if you're hungry?”
He got up from his seat and suddenly took my hand: ”go to lunch. I'm hungry.”
Together, this is still the property of big pig's hoof, so rich and powerful.
”I can afford to pay for that, and I have confidence in you.”
”I'm a little-known mass actor. You just give me such an important role at will, in case you mess it up...”
He nodded: ”yes!”
”What did I do just now? Are you the investor in the show? ”
”Yes, you just tried. I think it's good.”
”What?” I was stunned: ”is not to audition?”
He nodded: ”it's you.”
I said, ”woman two.”
In fact, I prefer female No. 2 to female No. 1. Well, since he has said so, I might as well have a try. What else can I do with him?
”Which part of sun Yibai's play do you like?”
I didn't take the cup in his hand, and I didn't know him well enough to drink the water he had drunk.
When I cleared my throat, he handed me the tea in his hand: ”drink some water.”
He's so direct. I don't know how to answer him.
”I told you yesterday that I'm in love with you and I'm going to flatter you.”
”Good, Mr. Qi.” I nodded, ”what do you want?”
”Qi of Qimen black tea.”
”Which Qi?”
That's right. What's the answer?
”Yes He said.
”Your name is Qi?” I asked.
Wisps of white air blocked his black pupil.
I walked up to him, his long legs up, slender white hands holding a cup of tea curl and rising heat.
I didn't expect to see him here. I'll give him a second.
He is the man who sat by my bed last morning and talked to me on the phone last night.
There is a chandelier on his head. The chandelier is very bright. I can see his face clearly, but I can't see his expression.