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

According to what was written in the diary of the original host, she only finished filming one scene, and the others were all finished in the middle.

If there is a chance to broadcast it, she must be happy, after all, she has worked hard for it.

But Zhong Jiuyin was still thinking about other things and was silent for a while.

"What's the name of that play?" She asked Qian Yu.

Every time the original owner received a resource, he kept the relevant things well, such as scripts, contracts, magazines, etc., and he should be able to find them if he wanted them.

But she is now on the set, and she has no memory of that play, so she doesn't know anything.

Qian Yu didn't even know the name of a small web drama that wouldn't make a sound even if it was thrown into the ditch, and he might not be able to find it online.

"Let me ask... Hey, you don't have to worry about it in advance. The crew will ask you to help promote it. At that time, the posters will definitely be sent to you. You just need to forward it."

"Did the director say when?"

Qian Yu: "For a ready-made drama, the funds are in place, and you have enough reputation. There must be a platform to buy it. It depends on how fast the ranking is. If it is fast, it will take more than half a month."

"Then you ask. It's good to be famous, and dramas that are buried in the soil can be pulled out and broadcast."

No wonder the original owner had a nervous breakdown under the stimulation of working harder and becoming less famous, the difference is too big.

The two said: "More than that, maybe your photo will be the biggest on the promotional poster...Are you the protagonist?"

"I can't even remember." She said without changing her face.

She has no memory in this regard, and she really doesn't know whether she is the protagonist or a supporting role.

Qian Yu looked at her: "I can't remember clearly? It's only a year. When the director contacted me, he said that you were very sad when you found out that it couldn't be aired. After all, you put a lot of effort into that drama. I thought it was You must remember the regret that is hard to get rid of in your heart."

She said calmly without blinking: "Maybe I was in a car accident and my mind is not very good. After a long time, I can't remember anything clearly."

As the only person who knew something inside, Yan Cheng helped her cover it up.

"Don't think too much about the past, have you taken the medicine?"

It was only then that Qian Yu remembered that Zhong Jiuyin still had blood clots in her head, and the past experience was indeed not so good, it's normal for her not to want to think about it.

So he took advantage of the situation and said: "Did you bring the medicine? I remember seeing it once. Is it okay to just take the medicine? Do you need to go to the follow-up visit and have surgery to clear it?"

Zhong Jiuyin: "Brother Qian, what do you think is the sewer?"

"..." Qian Yu rubbed his nose and said, "Then you can't do this all the time. Benign tumors are scary, but your brain is clogged with blood, so you can't be reassured. It doesn't mean that there is really no problem. will have an impact."

Yan Cheng on the phone also agreed with him: "Let Brother Qian make an appointment for a review, the doctor is..."

The last time I went for a reexamination, it was all arranged by Yan Cheng alone, so it's hard to get an appointment if the doctor has nothing to do with it.

So he paused for a moment, and said, "Forget it. When I come back to accompany you, it happens that you don't want to push back and forth for longer."

She acted very dislike to go for the examination, every time she said she was perfunctory.

Zhong Jiuyin scratched his eyebrows, pretending not to know what he was talking about.

Qian Yu and the two of them finished what they wanted to say, and they left without delaying their romance.

The two went out and stood at the elevator entrance, Qian Yu thought deeply for a while, and said to the two, "Yan Cheng's vision is really at the forefront of fashion."

Two mouths: "...Don't think I can't hear the connotation, brother Qian, be careful that I will sue."

Qian Yu: "I'm praising her. Is there a bad word in my words?"

With a "ding", the elevator arrived.When the two of them walked in, Qian Yu wanted to comment on something, so the two of them gave him a push.

"Brother Qian, this is going up. Your room is on the next few floors."

Qian Yu: "...you're an artist assistant living in a luxurious suite, aren't you panicking?!"

The elevator door closed slowly, and the couple smiled inside and said, "If you have money, you never panic."

Qian Yu jumped at the elevator entrance, frantically pressing the down button.

At this time, in the room, a couple's conversation was still going on.

No one else disturbed, Yan Cheng jumped back to the question just now.

"Why can't you send me a photo of you taking the book cover?"

Zhong Jiuyin said casually, "No reason."

Yan Cheng watched her chin resting movement, and suddenly asked in a soft voice: "Do you think that's not you?"

She didn't answer, just blinked normally, holding a pen on the table and tossing and turning.

Not getting an answer is an answer, Yan Cheng raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, the arc of his eyes diluting his cold demeanor.

"Then can you send me a photo you took recently? Commercials, makeup photos, and feedback pictures from previous meetings are also acceptable."

Zhong Jiuyin glanced at him: "Why are you here?"

"Take a look."

"Really?"

"...What else?" Yan Cheng's tenderness was lost by the question, "Why don't you hang it on the wall?"

"Who knows what special hobbies you have." She said so, but picked up her phone and sent a picture.

Modern technology is good, and there is no distance limit for Feige to transfer pictures.

After posting, Yan Cheng seemed to look down at the photo twice before raising his head and saying, "It's beautiful."

"I know that."

"...do you still have a picture of 'her'?"

"What?"

"Distinguish. If one day you want to take out a photo and ask me who it is, I will be able to identify you."

"I won't be that boring."

"But I think I can recognize you at a glance."

Zhong Jiuyin glanced at him strangely, thought about it for a while, and found that the original owner really didn't leave any photos, only two photos of his back in his phone.

"There is one, on the wall of Huancheng Entertainment."

It was filmed on the day of debut, and also the day I met Yan Cheng.

Yan Cheng also remembered, and asked her: "Is there no backup? If not, can Huancheng Entertainment take down that photo and send it back?"

"Let me give it a try." After all, the quarrel with the company was not pleasant, and Huancheng Entertainment is still in chaos. When Su Cheng saw her, his meanness was doubled.

She hissed again: "Apart from that photo, there are really only the book cover and stills from before."

Yan Cheng: "You can save it when the time comes."

"Why save it? You keep it for appreciation?" She stared at the screen and asked.

Yan Cheng was surprised for a second, then suddenly chuckled.

It was still afternoon on his side, the sky was as blue as a piece of transparent jade, the sun shone on the snow all over the mountains, the refracted light made the background of the video brighter, and when he laughed, his eyes seemed to be filled with fine fragments of light.

Zhong Jiuyin folded her arms and asked him, "What are you laughing at?"

Yan Cheng hesitated to speak, and finally said with a smile: "It's nothing."

There are times when she expresses possessiveness, just like the territory marked by cats and dogs being invaded by people.

It made him seem to be in a relationship with one of the twins, and he needed to constantly show her who he loved in front of her.

It wasn't that face, it was the newborn Zhong Jiuyin, which was completely different from the original "her".