"How is the relationship between the two of you now?"
Hengqing shook his head: "I don't know that, but it is said that the princess of Beijing and Hong Kong has a very bad temper, and her reputation in the circle is very extreme."
When Mr. Jiang saw the photo, he was thoughtful. They had been looking for a long time to meet Lu Jing'an, but they had never found a breakthrough. Today, since someone sent the photo to them, it means that things have turned around.
"Go and meet!"
…………
"Just remember, when the director asks you how you are after you go in, you will be miserable."
After Huanong rested for a few days and returned to the set, the first thing Wei Shi told her was to teach her how to behave miserably. Originally, the director had a problem with her because of her poor relationship with Nan Wan, but now such a good opportunity came to her. Come here, don't give it up for free.
Whatever you say, you have to sell it well and sell it miserably.
"remember."
Huanong opened the door of the nanny car and was about to get out of the car. She had just taken two steps and before she reached the elevator, Miss Hua called out to her.
Huanong looked back, and when he saw the person coming, he looked inexplicably familiar.
"know me?"
"We met at the entertainment table, Lu Jing'an, Mr. Lu..."
Listening to the words of the old man opposite him, Huanong's mind flashed wildly with the few social interactions he had with Lu Jing'an. He turned over and over in his mind without remembering who the person opposite him was.
"Oh," she said lazily, without any emotion.
"If Miss Hua has time, can we find a place to sit?"
Sit down?
Normal people would retreat when they see her cold and indifferent mood. The fact that he can say such things as sit down proves that he came here with something in mind.
"Sorry, no time."
After Huanong finished speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave. Mr. Jiang was standing in the parking lot in a Chinese tunic suit. He was in his seventies or eighties, full of energy, and his straight back was not rickety at all.
Just by looking at his appearance, you can tell that this person lives in a good environment and is definitely from a wealthy family.
"Isn't Miss Hua curious about Mr. Lu's past?"
past?
She was really not curious about Lu Jing'an's past events. Who hadn't clicked on them?
Besides, even if she wanted to know, she would check it out herself instead of finding out from a third person's mouth.
This old thing is...interesting.
Could it be that another person who couldn't see Lu Jing'an found him?
The second Jiang Qiming?
"You're so interesting. I'm really not interested in anything about Lu Jing'an. I'm really curious. What did I do to make you think that I have a close relationship with Lu Jing'an?"
"One by two, they pounced on me like flies. You can't just spread a scandal about me and think I'm the woman in his household registration book, right?"
"I see that you are quite old. You are not very promising at all. If a really promising person wants to meet Lu Jingan, it is not just a matter of words? Are you going to go around a lot to find a woman?"
"If you see Lu Jing'an later, tell him to stay away from me."
Huanong's output gave Mr. Jiang no chance to speak. When he realized it, he had already entered the elevator.
Mr. Jiang stood there, his cheeks shaking with anger.
Hengqing stood aside and couldn't help but admire her. Miss Hua's mouth could really make you scold someone even if they were dead.
"Who was that person just now?"
"I don't know him. I guess he's looking for Lu Jing'an."
Wei Shi was surprised: "The relationship between you two is no longer sustainable?"
"That's not the case," Huanong responded, lowering his head and sending WeChat, asking Chen Shi to send the surveillance video in the car to Lu Jing'an.
Lu Jing'an was having a meeting in the conference room when he received the surveillance.
I turned off the sound on my phone and clicked on the silent video. I recognized Mr. Jiang at a glance.
Have you gone to Huanong?
Quite capable.
Wouldn’t you like to go to the Yellow River? He didn't go looking for trouble with them, he actually came to their door.
Huanong had just entered the set. When the director and assistant director saw her coming, they kept coming up and showing concern.
Fortunately, Huanong had a conscience and did not expose the incident of being kidnapped on the set, otherwise his drama would probably be bad.
"I heard from Wei Shi that you are injured. We will just watch and take pictures in the past few days. Don't be too pushy. If you are tired, just tell us in time and let you rest."
"I'm a little flattered by the director's behavior."
"Humanistic sentiments, humanistic sentiments, everyone is on the same crew, this drama may take another three or four months to film! We are all colleagues, and we should be concerned."
Huanong smiled on his face, but he didn't think so in his heart.
Is this all about humanistic feelings? Why didn't you say it when you warned her before?
Huanong was on the set all day long and didn't have time to check her phone. The dusk in the evening filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows. She finished filming the last scene before she returned to the rest chair set up in the corridor by the set and sat down.
As soon as I sat down, I felt a heartbreaking tug on my lower back.
It hurt so much that she couldn't lean on it.
"Pillow," Xia Mu pulled the pillow aside and put it behind her waist.
Huanong slowly leaned forward.
"Chen Xi went to wash the car and said there were still ten minutes left. We'd be there when we get there."
"Did Wei Shi call you back?"
"kindness."
"How is your mother?"
Xia Mu asked for a long vacation. Because he had been with Huanong for a long time, everyone was familiar with each other. They knew the situation of Xia Mu's family and didn't say much. It was just that the two-month vacation was only half over.
"Sister Shi gave me a two-bedroom apartment and let me live in it with my mother. She also hired an aunt for me. She can help take care of my mother when I'm not at home."
"Tell us if you need anything."
"Thank you, sister."
The two went downstairs, and Chen Shi just drove the car to the elevator entrance.
Huanong asked Xia Mu to go back first and there was no need to follow her.
After getting in the car, he adjusted his seat and lay down: "Did you send the video to Lu Jing'an?"
"Sent."
"What did you say?"
"Mr. Lu didn't reply to me."
Huanong snorted and said nothing.
Looking at the traffic jam with half-squinted eyes, I felt a little drowsy.
I slept until Puyun Mountain.
When Chen Shi woke him up and got out of the car, his whole back froze.
She held her waist and moved into the house like a pregnant woman.
"What's wrong?"
"Back pain."
Huanong collapsed on the sofa when he entered the room. Lu Jingan handed the cup in his hand to Quinlan, walked over and lifted up her clothes and took a look: "It's swollen."
"Having half a month's rest is against the law?"
"It's not against the law, but I will die of poverty."
"Can I make you die of poverty?"
"Hot towel," Lu Jing'an glanced at Quinlan. When Quinlan heard it, he turned around and went to do it.
When the hot towel was pressed against Huanong's waist, she sighed slightly in comfort.
I was already injured and had to stand for a whole day of filming. Now my waist is no longer my own.
"Is the old man who came to me today your grandfather?"
"Yeah," the man said calmly.
"I guessed it," Huanong said and began to warn Lu Jing'an: "I don't like him. Don't let me meet him more in the future. I'm afraid I can't help but criticize him."
