When Ronan turned around from the nanny car and saw the people here who were keeping awkward silence, and then found a familiar face among several strangers, his judgment became more and more pessimistic.
Thinking like this, Ronan greeted his "acquaintance" smoothly: "Mr. Jishang, have you healed your injury?"
"...Hello Mr. Luo."
The person named by Ronan originally wanted to keep a low profile, so he retreated to the third row, but unexpectedly, Ronan still singled him out. With the focused attention of the people around him, they could only respond with a wry smile.
"Do you know anyone?" Moya was already impatient with this boring scene, so she walked behind Ronan and led the people across from her.
"A friend in the circle, a planner, gave a lot of good advice to Ruiwen's live broadcast." Ronan smiled, "When I saw him, I knew that today was not just about inspecting the program."
"Don't dare, don't dare." Ji Shang found it difficult to keep a smile on his face.
Ji Shang is in the media and a standard member of the world. Last month, he was injured while out collecting music. When he was recuperating at the Starry Sky Club, he was introduced to Ronan by Sun Jiayi. He indeed provided good advice on how to bring Ruiwen into the public eye.
However, Ronan singled him out because he works for "Lanxiangguan", a classic talk column that attracts extraordinary people for interviews. The most important thing is that the big boss behind this program is Li Baizhou, who is about to land in Xia City.
Ronan didn't believe it if there was no connection.
"It's me, an old bureaucrat, who forced myself to join in the fun."
Ji Shang didn't have the courage to defend himself, but at this moment someone took the initiative to add to the drama. It was Zhu Qinghuang, who had the highest social status among the greeters.
This man was about seventy years old, but he walked lightly. While speaking with a smile, he also took the initiative to take a few steps forward and stretched out his hand to Ronan:
"Normally, Mr. Luo's dragon never comes back, and it's impossible to communicate with him. When he heard the news that he was coming to visit, he was inevitably moved. So he shamelessly came over to get close to him, and he had already thought of a reason in advance..."
"oh?"
"Mr. Luo and my granddaughter have been schoolmates for several years."
"...from No. 6 Middle School?" Ronan's train of thought was diverted.
"Yeah, it's a pity that Peipei is so thin-skinned that she couldn't get close to him even when she met an outstanding person like Mr. Luo."
Ronan blinked. It was difficult and unnecessary to look down on such a smooth and knowledgeable old bureaucrat who was good at lowering his profile. Moreover, he seemed to have some impression:
"Pepe...Qiu Peipei?"
"Yes, Mr. Luo still remembers?"
"That's quite a coincidence."
Ronan did remember Qiu Peipei. Last winter, Mo Peng was the one who acted as host and entertained the classmates of the Sixth Middle School in the Frost River Reality of Aurora Cloud City. At that time, there were also "Sister Pomegranate" Mo Han, Yue Zheng, Yue Qin and others.
Except for Mo Peng and Mo Han, among those people, Yue Qin was the only one who kept in touch. About last month, she took the initiative to call to express her gratitude, saying that it was because of Ronan's presence on the Emerald Light that she seemed to have saved Yue Zheng, but she didn't know much about the details.
For Ronan now, some seemingly small things were like fading smoke, dissipating from his mind unknowingly.
In this situation, I still remember Qiu Peipei mainly because she was probably the unluckiest one among her classmates at that time. Although he was obviously the most honest person, he was brought along by the conflict between Yue Zheng and Ju Maoxun. He was hit on the head by a large glass of juice and received stitches, which almost disfigured him.
Well, that's it.
To be honest, Ronan didn't know whether the relationship Zhu Qinghuang brought up was true or false, and there was no need to verify it.
In essence, there is no difference between this big shot in Xia City's culture and entertainment industry and the officials and congressmen who called him last night. They represent a trend in social activities.
Ronan would not look at Zhu Qinghuang in a different light because of Qiu Peipei's relationship, but he would not reject him thousands of miles away either.
Even this attitude already meets Zhu Qinghuang's needs.
This personable old gentleman took the opportunity to continue the conversation: "My granddaughter is a boring gourd. She lived a calm life for the past ten years. However, she had several stitches last time, but she would talk about how that day was from time to time... It is these children in the greenhouse who are tired of living a peaceful life and regard small disasters as embellishments.
"As everyone knows, in this world of chaos, another person might be in catastrophe. I know some of the character of that young man at home... Thanks to Mr. Luo and your friends for their protection."
I'm afraid this thank you will be delayed for more than half a year.
Ronan smiled slightly and didn't say anything.
Zhu Qinghuang did not dwell too much on this topic. The current atmosphere was already considered the most ideal situation. He smiled and extended his hand to invite Ronan to get on the elevator.
The wave of the welcoming team opened up, making way for a passage and blocking the line of sight of the artists on both sides.
In a special area like a city studio, sight lines can be isolated, but gossip cannot.
They may have spread at the speed of light, so that the elevator car has not yet reached its destination, Hall 3, and the relevant rumors have spread to the entire building and penetrated into every room.
"Sister Wei!"
Xi Wei's new assistant, Xiao He, is a hot-tempered girl who is very motivated to spread gossip. She couldn't wait to rush into Xi Wei's independent dressing room with the latest news.
Then the whole person froze there.
A second later, Xiao He's suddenly blank brain received external information, which was Xi Wei's still trembling voice:
"What's up?"
"Stop talking, it's all thickened."
Another voice sounded almost simultaneously, also a female voice, but much calmer than Xi Wei.
The person who spoke was indeed unhurried, and had time to help Xi Wei adjust the neckline of the off-shoulder dress, making it regular again, and also covering the fading blue and white lines on the back of her neck.
"The texture of your skin is different now. Some of the bad habits of makeup you used to have must be corrected. If you live under the camera for a long time, you may as well make your base makeup darker, otherwise it will be too much."
Such normal words made Xiao He wonder whether the scene she just saw was an illusion.
In fact, not much seems to have changed now.
The female makeup artist still had her arms around Xi Wei's smooth shoulders and was sitting on the armrest of the makeup chair, so casually that it made people feel numb.
The two faces were almost touching each other, facing the mirror under the gathering halo. The makeup is thicker and lighter, and under the light, she looks particularly beautiful. It makes people doubt whether the powder brush in the hands of the makeup artist can have any real effect.
Well, maybe it works.
Xi Wei originally wore light makeup, but the color on her face faded very quickly, making her look pale. She might really need to add some blush...
Xiao He's mind was in a mess, but after all, she was selected from thousands of people to join Xi Wei's team. After a few seconds of buffering, she finally figured out what she should do.
She forced a smile on her face and tried her best to
, squeezed out a joyful tone: "Sister Wei, the Mr. Ronan you often talk about has arrived in the studio... What a huge queue! Chairman Zhu of the committee went down to greet him in person."
After she finished speaking, even she felt that the statement was dry and uninteresting, and the exclamation in the middle was also weak.
Unexpectedly, when Xi Wei heard this, her stiff shoulders trembled obviously again, at least it was obvious enough for Xiao He to see it.
This is……
Xiao He instantly imagined the complex relationships involving at least four people, so much so that he forgot to leave the situation as soon as possible and hurried out to avoid trouble.
"Don't move!" The heavily made-up female makeup artist warned again... reminded, "Don't make a fuss. If you accept my gift, we will be friends. Before the boat of friendship capsizes, you clearly have one more person to rely on. .”
"Ms. Murra..."
"Don't see anyone outside."
"...Mo La, I, we..."
Xi Wei's whole body was in a state of stiffness, and it was difficult to speak.
Only the eyes are still looking at the mirror, even if they are erratic, they can still observe in this way, and at the same time try their best to adjust their facial expressions to avoid angering the disaster next to them.
It's just that her thoughts are completely under others' control.
Mo La laughed, ran her fingertips across her cheek, and flipped up the newly curled hair on one side: "Ah, with this tone, you are not thinking, how can we make our friendship last forever? Greedy little cute!"
As he spoke, Mo La actually stood up, allowing Xi Wei to temporarily escape from the enveloping aura, but she still did not dare to move. Because Mo La's fingers moved to the back of her neck and slid down gently.
At this time, the place has been restored to its original smoothness, and there are no traces left. Mo La's fingers were circling, as if he couldn't put it down, but his voice sounded like he was sighing:
"I'd better go over there and have a look. Unlike you, it's not easy for them to accept my friendship. Looking back, I might need your help."
The changing movements and tone finally made Xi Wei's psychological defense collapse. She didn't want to, but she couldn't help it:
"What on earth are you going to do!"
His eyes were wet and hot, but before the tears fell, Mo La's fingers, which were always slightly cold, were already lightly covering them. The cold darkness seeped in, but the voice in my ears was particularly gentle:
“Don’t let your makeup wear off and don’t overthink it.
“Actually, I’m not sure anymore.
"What I am pursuing now is uncertainty. After all, there will definitely be better choices in the foreseeable future.
"In the field of greed, you are far behind me."
As soon as she finished speaking, Xi Wei felt a slight warmth on the back of her neck and was lightly branded. Then the eyelids were illuminated, and Mo La's fingers and breath went away at the same time.
Xi Wei didn't dare to open her eyes.
It wasn't until the door rang, and then again, and two or three seconds later that she confirmed that the moisture in her eyes had subsided, and then slowly raised her eyes.
Xiao He was still at the door, looking over here blankly, his gaze pointed, but he was leaning closer.
Xi Wei took a deep breath and asked her, "What is it?"
"ah?"
"What's on my back."
Xiao He finally didn't let Xi Wei ask a third time, and answered hurriedly: "Lip marks! Do you want to wipe them off?"
Xi Wei stretched out her hand to get the wet wipes.
Xiao He hurriedly walked a few steps and reached out his hand to help, but Xi Wei grabbed the outstretched arm.
"No need." The voice was low, then turned cold after a second, "Watch your mouth."
