Qian Yan

Chapter 12 The Past That Should Be Forgotten

After the accident, the scene was in chaos and the event could not continue.

A group of people gathered in the backstage, Wei Zexi apologized to the representative of the brand on behalf of Liu Ziyi: "Sorry, there was an accident in today's publicity conference after all. But this time the topic rate is absolutely high, and it is not a bad thing for both of us. Looking back we The public relations department will issue a draft as soon as possible, and then we will speak in unison."

"Okay, as long as it doesn't affect the brand, we are still looking forward to the long-term cooperation between Liu Ziyi and us." Although the other party was unhappy, the answer was very official, but it seems that the endorsement contract should be signed.

After the people from the brand side left, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the depressing atmosphere began to dissipate.

Yan Weiran dragged the huge cosmetic box and walked out along the long corridor.

Someone followed her from behind. He was tall and had long legs. He followed her in a few steps: "Yan Weiran, stop!"

Yan Weiran stopped, looked back to see that it was Wei Zexi, and leaned against the box without speaking.

Wei Zexi narrowed his eyes and stared at her: "You know, Xiaoyu just asked me to resign, and she left before I responded."

"Really? Xiaoyu is gone?" Yan Weiran was not particularly surprised.

"I just saw you take her to the safety elevator to talk—" Wei Zexi lowered his voice, with a detective expression on his face that I had already seen through your plot, "What did you say, she ran so fast? "

Yan Weiran paused for a moment, then said, "Mr. Wei, sometimes the relationship between people is very delicate. Maybe I just met the time when Xiaoyu needed to confide, and I was someone to confide in, so we talked for a while. talk."

"Resigned after talking to her? Ms. Yan is really a good listener."

"Don't worry too much, I didn't give any opinion on her decision." Yan Weiran looked at him calmly, her eyes were clear without any flickering, "Maybe Xiaoyu is tired after working hard with Sister Liu for so many years." Now, maybe Xiaoyu has a new direction of her own, so she took advantage of Sister Liu's smooth journey and left at ease, what do you think?"

Seeing her calm expression, Wei Zexi shook his head resentfully, and said, "That's right, Xiaoyu resigned when Liu Ziyi was at her most successful, and she really came here with all her heart and didn't take a straw with her. "

"Retiring after success is sometimes a choice."

She ignored Wei Zexi's ugly face and turned around to leave.

"Don't leave!" Wei Zexi frowned, rushed up to hold her box, and said, "I told you to stop, do you hear me?"

Yan Weiran raised his eyes and looked at him coldly: "What else is there?"

"You're in charge of makeup, aren't you in charge of makeup removal?" He asked rascally, "Xiaoyu is gone, you let Liu Ziyi, who was overly frightened, remove makeup by herself?"

Yan Weiran frowned, then let go of the box and walked back.

Wei Zexi felt that he had at least made a move—although it was only an insignificant move, but it was the first time he had gained the upper hand in front of her, so even if he followed her to push the box, he still pushed it triumphantly.

When Yan Weiran walked to the dressing table, Liu Ziyi was randomly removing the beads from her hair, and she raised her voice and asked, "Where's Xiaoyu? Tell her to come quickly and fix my hair!"

When the people around heard her bad tone, they all pretended to be immersed in their work and dared not answer.

Yan Weiran raised his hand to help her untangle her hair, took out the pearl pins one by one, and said, "Xiaoyu just offered to resign, and she just left."

Liu Ziyi trembled in astonishment, and a hair needle pierced her scalp.But she didn't cry out, she just squeezed the hairpin tightly and asked, "She mentioned it herself?"

"Yes, maybe it's too late to say hello to you because of the crowd just now."

"This idiot!" Liu Ziyi's face turned blue, obviously very angry, and immediately took out her mobile phone to make a call.However, what came over there was a reminder that the phone had been turned off.

"Crazy..." Liu Ziyi cursed again, put down the phone angrily, her chest rose and fell sharply, and she couldn't breathe well.

Seeing this, the others were even more terrified, and all of them sneaked outside. Obviously, they were already familiar with her temper and knew that it would be bad luck to be by her side at this time.

So Yan Weiran who was beside her was caught, Liu Ziyi turned her head and scolded her: "Don't dawdle, take off your makeup quickly, I'm going home, I'm exhausted!"

Yan Weiran took it calmly, took off a brand new cotton pad, and unscrewed a bottle of makeup remover.

Liu Ziyi thought of something again, took the cosmetic bag she put on the table and opened it, and the previous set of Feuillage citrus series skin care products were gone.

"No wonder I saw her go through my bag before! Didn't I buy a set for her? Why did you take mine away! You poor fellow!" Liu Ziyi cursed again.

Yan Weiran moistened the cotton pad without listening to her, and carefully removed her makeup.

A voice from WeChat suddenly sounded, and she immediately rummaged through her bag, muttering, "I resigned and only sent a message to explain, I won't let you go..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw the name displayed on the screen, froze for a moment, then pressed the play button resentfully.

A middle-aged man's voice came: "Ziyi, congratulations on receiving such a high-level endorsement today. You are now a master of film and television and fashion, and you are stepping into the ranks of first-line actresses!"

Liu Ziyi closed her eyes expressionlessly, letting Yan Weiran remove her make-up while chatting with her.Her voice is soft and coquettish, as if she is happy and excited, which is in direct proportion to the indifferent expression on her face: "Oh, Director Guo, you are so annoying~ They say that they are the first-tier, but why can't I get in your scene in this first-tier Huh? It seems that people have to continue to work hard to get your approval!"

Yan Weiran admires Liu Ziyi a little bit, who said her acting skills are not good?At least her lines are absolutely passable, and she can say this when she removes her makeup with a deadpan expression.

Director Guo chatted with her, chatted for a few words and then casually asked: "By the way, the fat girl character you recommended to me several times before, is she really good? The fat girl plays a very important role in my drama." It’s heavy, and the character design is good, many actresses are willing to gain weight and star in it!”

On Liu Ziyi's expressionless face, the corner of her mouth was finally pulled down at this moment, and thin lines appeared between her brows.But she quickly controlled the abnormal expression that was about to appear, and continued to say in that coquettish tone: "Don't worry, Director Guo, she is the person next to me, can you hear it? And she was with me before. She has filmed a movie, and she can pass it when she is a newcomer. She really has acting skills! Really, Director Guo, you can’t trust her, don’t you believe me? I’ll take her to see you in person some other day, okay?”

"Hey, from what you said, Ganqing is an acting school..."

After talking and laughing a few more times, Liu Ziyi coaxed the other party well, Yan Weiran also helped Liu Ziyi remove her makeup, she packed her things, said hello to Liu Ziyi, and said, "Sister Liu, goodbye."

Liu Ziyi nodded, lowered her head and dialed the phone again, but there was still a reminder to turn off the phone.She was sitting in the empty dressing room, her face was pale and bloodless after removing makeup.Her skin quality is not good, and the thin skin is slightly red and bloodshot. I don't know how long it will take to take care of it.

Yan Weiran examined her skin carefully, thinking whether to gently remind her to take good care of her face in the future.

But Liu Ziyi misunderstood. Seeing her looking at her all the time, she laughed at herself and said, "In a few days, it will be a certain idiot's 28th birthday. Originally, I prepared a very good opportunity for her, and I wanted to help her realize it." What she wished for for many years, who knows, she just left me like this..."

Yan Weiran smiled at her silently, and said, "It's all a personal choice, there's nothing you can do about it."

She lowered her voice, and another curse came out of her bloodless lips: "That idiot...do you know how much I hate those middle-aged men with slick faces? Give it back to me!"

Yan Weiran gently helped her close the door, so that no one could see her losing control.

She dragged the oversized makeup case through the corridor and down the safety ladder where she and Xiaoyu had chatted.

In the trash can there lay a half-used set of Feuillage citrus, half buried in the trash.

Just like the past that should have been forgotten many years ago, it is best to discard it.If someone tries to pick it up, it will inevitably seem like a malicious mockery, but it will cause harm.

(End of this chapter)