Chapter 132: Just Shut up 1 (1/2)
Chapter 132: Just Shut up (1)
Translator: Sissy That Walk
It was the third time that Di Qiuhe was blocked by Di Qiuhe, right after they expressed love to each other. Now, Di Qiuhe was like a kite with a broken string, sad, upset and depressed.
“You mean…You hung up his call and turned off your phone after he accepted your little ‘love confession’?” Jiang Xiuwen’s big face on the laptop screen wore an eccentric expression, as if he had been talking to an idiot.
Di Qiuhe, who had taken a cold shower, leaned against the sofa with wet hair. He gazed at the cell silently.
Jiang Xiuwen stepped back a little to take a good look at that hopeless Di Qiuhe. He actually quite enjoyed this scene, but out of his conscience, he suggested, “He just blocks your phone number, but you are still his sweetheart. You can borrow a phone to call or text him to explain. Since you like each other, you can try just your best to pamper him, and he will definitely come around.” The dead Di Qiuhe finally budged, but he just raised his hand and started counting with a more hopeless tone, “WeChat, phone number, QQ , Weibo alt, email…I have tried them all and all blocked. Just now, I received an email by Xiao Bai, he said…”
Jiang Xiuwen’s eyes brightened and he leaned closer to the screen, asking in a higher voice, “What did he say?”
Di Qiuhe lowered his head. Jiang Xiuwen’s plain joy on his face and his curiosity for gossip just disgusted him. He ended the video chat indifferently.
Jiang Xiuwen: “...Damn!” His curiosity was stirred but he only got an unfinished gossip. That’s too cruel!
Venting his anger on Jiang Xiuwen, Di Qiuhe felt better. He glanced at the filming schedule in country K, got a little bit depressed. Then he glimpsed at the plot revisions sent by director Jiang, more depressed. And another look at the flight itinerary sent by Wang Boyi, more and more depressed. Finally, he found the email shown after the video chat and glanced at the words in bold, black font, which made his depression overflowed. He collapsed on the sofa sideways.
He Bai: Now you have tried all social apps. One more, and you will never see me until the new year. P.S.: Focus on your filming. If you dare to come back, I will break your legs. P.P.S: Your third leg!
“…I want to see Xiao Bai, I want him to bully my third leg…I just want to go back for him, hug him, pamper him and hear his voice…” Di Qiuhe stood up suddenly. He began to walk away with wallet and passport, and his pajamas. “Where are you going?”
The opposite door suddenly opened and Jiang Guanshan showed up with scripts in hand.
Di Qiuhe put his passport and wallet into pocket quickly and replied naturally, “Just a little bit hungry. So, I want to ask the receptionist for some takeaway recommendations.”
“Don’t be silly. We’re not in China, where takeaways are everywhere.” Jiang Guanshan smiled. He beckoned Di Qiuhe over while closing the door and patting on the scripts, “Three meals are provided in this hotel. You can call them to order some if you’re hungry. Oh, order more, the action director and other crew members will come here too. We just have a small meeting first. The filming task is very tight here, and the rental time for the filming place is limited, so we have to hurry up.”
Di Qiuhe nodded and turned back to make a call. His expression seemed quite normal, but his steps were extremely heavy.
The plan to go back for Xiao Bai…failed.
Compared with Di Qiuhe, He Bai was much happier.