A Billion Stars Can’t Amount to You

Han Zhihui remained silent, but he stopped smoking.

"Thinking about the "Ninth Palace" was a drama prepared by Mr. He and Ms. Cheng with great effort. Now, the "Ninth Palace" has been successfully filmed, and the post-production has been completed. In two or three months, It's going to be broadcast on the whole network, but the person who made the drama is gone, and the person who wrote the drama is gone..."

When Chen Bai said here, he sighed a little. After a long time, he said again: "Mr. Han, do you really have no affection for Miss Cheng?"

Han Zhihui still didn't receive Chen Bai's words, but this time, he snuffed out the cigarette at his fingertips, threw the cigarette **** into the trash can, and got up and returned to the box.

Han Zhihui, who didn't drink too much alcohol, drank too much that night.

At night, the driver took him home. When passing the doorman, the security guard stopped the car and handed a courier to the driver.

Han Zhihui was already drunk. The driver helped him back to the apartment, lay down on the bed, and put the courier in a conspicuous place beside his bed, and left.

That night, Han Zhihui, waking up with alcohol, fell asleep until dawn.

Because of the hangover, he had a headache and numb hands and feet.

He rubbed his head and sat up from the bed, only to find that he didn't take off his suit.

The curtains were not drawn, and the bright sunlight brightened the entire interior.

He couldn't help raising his hand, blocking the light, then got out of bed, took off his clothes, and entered the bathroom.

After washing off the smell of wine, he came to the phone habitually to find a mobile phone, and then saw a courier on the bedside table.

The courier only wrote his name and address.

The sender is unknown.

He knew that it was the driver who sent him home and put it here. Without thinking too much, he opened the express paper bag.

It contained a key and a thin piece of paper.

The key, he recognized, was the key to his apartment.

Apart from him, there is only one person, it is her.

Han Zhihui pinched the key and looked at it for a long time before opening the paper.

There is no signature, only a short paragraph, which is handwritten, and the font is beautiful, just like her people: "Listen, you have a new Huan, and from then on, my hero will fight for another girl to fight on the battlefield. Now."

After that sentence, there are still five characters, small and very small fonts, but Han Zhihui still saw: "I love you, goodbye."

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Time rushed, and in a blink of an eye, one year and five months later.

In this year and five months, a lot of things happened, for example, Ji Yi graduated from the university; for example, "Ninth Palace" was broadcast a year ago, creating an unprecedented miracle and becoming the most explosive TV series in recent years; For another example, because of the "Ninth Palace", Ji Yi's worth rose sharply. As He Jichen arranged, he jumped into the ranks of first-line actresses, and the announcement was not easy to receive; for another example, Mint agreed to Li Da's pursuit, two Feng Zi became married; again, for example, Tang Huahua felt that he was not acting material, and came to follow Zhuang Yi as an agent, currently staying by Ji Yi as an assistant, and then again, for example, Ji Yi this year zero In five months, one of the most common things to do is to look for Qiange, rob her play, disturb her announcement, all in all, she did not let Qiange have a good day...

In detail, in this year and five months, many things have changed a lot. The only thing that has not changed is that He Jichen still has no news.

PS: Hey, seven thousand words is finished~ Card burst~ The baby is going to sleep~ Sleepy dizzy~~ Seeking a wave of tickets~88, I don’t see you late at night~~