After being on variety shows, I will draw big cakes for the actor

Public opinion still has an impact on work, and Zhong Jiuyin's announcements were suspended for two.

But she didn't care, and told the lawyer all the evidence left by the original owner, including what Yan Cheng found out, and then began to prepare to join "Jianghu Xinsheng".

She can be half at peace without reading online comments, and with the care of a beautiful man day and night, her mood is quite stable.

With an indifferent face and a concerned heart, Yan Cheng believed that she was mentally fragile, so he called her across the country when he was free.

Especially at night, it seems that she wants to make sure that she will be in a peaceful mood when she falls asleep, and will not be thinking wildly, so she will continue to chat even if she rolls her eyes when she is choked.

For example, the first night in the group.

Yan Cheng's side was still in the afternoon, so she called during a break during filming to ask her how she felt about joining the filming team.

"Not bad, everyone is friendly."

It's just that she always looks at her secretly, and someone whispers about her in the corner.

Yan Cheng paid attention to her expression, and said, "Then film well, don't read the comments on the Internet, and leave everything to your agent and lawyer to do."

"No need, I'm not her." She lightly pointed out the fact that she and the original owner are not the same person, anyway, Yan Cheng always thinks she has a split personality.

"I even sent a message to the fan club in the afternoon, they like me very much."

Under the guidance of Erkou, I calmed down the emotions of the fans and told them that the truth will be made public soon.Fans are the ones who know the psychology of fans best. At least in the chaos on the Internet, her fans' speeches are less anxious, and most of them choose to close the microphone and wait.

Yan Cheng also had some headaches when dealing with her and "her", so he tried to follow what she said: "Did the company contact you? Where are Guo Mingli and Feng Qing?"

"Not at all. Feng Qing hasn't been singled out yet, and no one thinks she has something to do with this matter. But soon—"

"I disrupted their transactions twice before. Judging from what I said to test Guo Mingli last time, Feng Qing should have given him a large sum of money. Doesn't it mean that there are traces of transactions? As long as there is traces of the money Guo Mingli will have to be investigated, and Feng Qing will be bitten out after an investigation, I don't think Guo Mingli will bite her to death so as not to expose her."

She spoke in a leisurely tone, leaning on the bedside and flipping through the book as she spoke.

Two-thirds of the new bedside reading is seen, which is the climax of the story.

On the page I turned to, the hero and heroine were unable to get out in the ice and snow, and both of them were about to die. The hero began to tell his love for the heroine, and then the two of them... so what... to keep warm...

"Does the company know what she's doing?" Yan Cheng asked but didn't get an answer, so he called her, "Hello? Zhong Jiuyin?"

"Ah?" Zhong Jiuyin was absent-minded, trying to draw his attention away from the pile of easy-to-understand but eye-catching words, "What did you say?"

Yan Cheng: "...What are you doing?"

"No," she simply put the book on the quilt and asked him intently, "When will you be back?"

Yan Cheng was quiet for two seconds: "Didn't you say it before? I will be back for three days during the Klapori banquet. Why are you asking this again?"

There was neither speech nor questioning in his words, he just asked lightly, as if a gust of wind could blow away his words.

But Zhong Jiuyin miraculously connected to his thoughts, fell down beside the book, and said in a low voice: "I miss you a little."

Yan Cheng's voice was softer: "What do you want me to do?"

"Isn't it hard to say after doing...?"

Yan Cheng: "..."

The voice on the other side of the phone seemed to be sent to Siberia after half of its breath. It was obviously frozen and could be felt from a long distance away.

Zhong Jiuyin was distracted, and whispered: "Recently, there are too many worries, and I just want to relax and relax. After thinking about it, it has to be you. You succeeded, and the success makes me think about you day and night."

"Did you go to the oil mill to drink oil?" Yan Cheng said in a flat voice, "It's okay, don't harass students verbally."

"It's all from your heart, why don't you believe it? There are so many messy things, I feel very uncomfortable, and I will wait for you to come back to comfort me."

Yan Cheng sneered.

Whether it is uncomfortable or not is to be determined, and comfort is definitely not serious comfort.

"Take medicine when you feel uncomfortable. By the way, shouldn't it be time for another review?"

Zhong Jiuyin pursed her lips, and her voice returned to her normal speaking volume: "I don't know, I don't plan to go out to do other things recently, so let's wait for you to come back for the reexamination."

She just dumped the task on him like this, but Yan Cheng didn't find it troublesome at all, and even spoke softly.

"Well, then wait for me to come back."

He paused, and said: "Don't feel bad, you also said it's not 'her', no matter what happens, you will never be as isolated and helpless as 'her'."

She can pick up both gags and serious discussions, but she doesn't know what to say with such gentle comfort.

Zhong Jiuyin pressed her face against the quilt, listening to the sound of breathing on the phone, she suddenly felt that this night was so quiet.

It was so quiet that she could hear her own heartbeat clearly, and could feel the emotional information Yan Cheng was conveying.

You can also find the melancholy in the corner of your mind more clearly.

She is indeed a little uncomfortable, but it is not because of the company's inaction, nor is it because of isolation, but because of her self-doubt these days.

The setting of the amnesia sound in the previous program shocked her a lot and made her doubt her memory.

When Feng Qing's set of rumors came out, she really thought for a moment: Could it be that what they said was true, and the notes left by the original owner were just subjective misunderstandings?

She couldn't see whether things were true or not.

But after she was quiet, she just lazily said, "I really miss you now."

Lazy tone, serious content.Yan Cheng, who was thousands of miles away, listened to the voice in his ear and looked up at the flickering flames in the crew's fireplace. His heart seemed to be contained by warm water, beating and trembling in circles and ripples.

"I miss you too." He said softly.

...

Perhaps the call last night had a special effect, and Qian Yu brought good news the next day.

"Guo Mingli's account has been checked, and Feng Qing has been summoned to take notes."

Zhong Jiuyin was still practicing the movement of holding the sword flower with one hand, and the prop sword was danced vigorously.

"It's a little faster than I thought. Guo Mingli didn't expect me to report the car accident together? People who have done bad things tend to be impatient and careless. I called him before and reminded him."

"Oh not necessarily, it may also be that they bite dogs too fast. After all, the two of them are just to target my temporary team. No one looks down on the other. It's normal to betray each other when they are in danger."

The sword flower was swish, swish, swish, and the sword was put into the sheath. Her whole set of movements was smooth and smooth. After a click, she asked, "Did the company contact you?"

Qian Yu: "I'm here to tell you this. Because Lu Yishan was also called to take a transcript, the company knew the content of your report from her. The impact of criminal cases on the company is not ordinary, so I took the initiative to contact you. I said I want you to withdraw the lawsuit."

"As long as the lawsuit is withdrawn, the company will immediately help with public relations, and you can get the desired result."

"What result do you want?" Zhong Jiuyin was more interested in this sentence, "Let Feng Qing also be crushed to the point of depression and commit suicide? Can they do it?"