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On set.

Because most of the stories in "rebirth fate" are carried out in the Lord's house, the props of the crew are all in the house.

In the afternoon, song Tingchen and Qin Youle arrived at the set early, and the crew was just having lunch.

"Song Dao!"

"Qin screenwriter!"

Seeing the two get off, the staff of the crew who are eating boxed lunch nod slightly to say hello.

Song Tingchen is wearing a black sweater and a black cap. The black clothes show his height and thin. Qin Youle is also a simple white sweater. His lower body is black leggings, and his hair is tied up high.

"Xiao Hei, go and take out the box in my car. There are milk tea and cakes in it." Song Tingchen quickly walked into the office and ordered the people next to him.

"I'll go to the lounge and read the script." Qin Youle stopped when she went up the stairs. Although the crew of the drama about her and song Tingchen had been well known, she still felt that she should keep some distance.

Song Tingchen looked at Qin Youle and nodded. After what happened last night, he knew that he could not force Qin Youle too hard, otherwise it would be counterproductive.

As soon as song Tingchen entered his office, deputy director Li Gang came in.

"Lao song, you haven't come for two days." Li Gang directly opened his chair and sat down. He still had an unfinished lunch box in his hand.

Song Tingchen poured a glass of water. He carried the water and pushed it in front of Li Gang: "how about it? The recent shooting should be ok? "

"Almost." Li Gang nodded and said, "when you have time in the evening, I'll show you the video."

"OK." Song Tingchen had no time to sit with Li Gang. There were piles of documents on his desk that he needed to see.

"Lao song, it's really hard for you to hold several positions. If I had such a big company like you, I would never be the director! " Li Gang sighed, "I just left a su Rui. I don't know how Han Yi is? Now the hardest thing to serve is really a star. "

Song Tingchen moved his mouth and didn't speak.

"Lao song, I'm serious. You say I can accept the first-line stars playing big cards. I can't stand that kind of supporting actor who dares to have such a big temper!"

"What's the matter? Who is angry with you? " It's rare to see Li Gang lose such a temper. Song Tingchen was a little curious. He looked at Li Gang and raised his eyebrows. "You don't have a good relationship with these actors."

Although Li Gang worked as deputy director for song Tingchen this time, he is also very famous in the circle. A few films directed by Li Gang have achieved very good results.

"Forget it. To be serious, he Mo surprised me." Li Gang sighed and said, "if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really don't believe the previous reports about him."

"You think highly of he Mo?" Song Tingchen touched his chin and looked into Li Gang's eyes. He remembered that Li Gang had not appreciated he Mo for the first time.

Li Gang put a mouthful in his mouth and said loudly after dinner, "it's really good."

Although song Tingchen is a gifted director, he carries more of the feeling of a shopping elite.

Li Gang, who is in his forties, has long hair that goes to his shoulders and is tied up. He often wears loose washed jeans and a loose white T-shirt. He feels like a great artist.

"If you didn't really have two brushes, you wouldn't have reached today's position in just a few years." Song Tingchen opened the document on the desk, and his eyes quickly scanned the words and numbers on the document.

"He Mo's performance of Shangguan Xin is very emotional. Anyway, I think it is very consistent with the content of the original work. I just don't know if Han Yi can perform the Suman in the script... "

"She auditioned. I think it's good." Song Tingchen replied quietly, "if you want to say image, Han Yi will be more suitable. As for acting, I don't comment."

But in a few minutes, Li Gang had finished a large lunch box.

"OK, you're busy. I'll prepare for the afternoon work." Before leaving, Li Gang looked back and smiled, "Han Yi is coming this afternoon. She is a beautiful woman. I remember last time she sent you flowers."

"Get out!" Song Tingchen said coldly.

Li Gang flashed out of the lounge with a smile.

Li had just brought the door, and song Tingchen slowly raised his head. Last night, Han Yi stopped him at the entrance of the elevator again. Although he only chatted a few words, song Tingchen always felt strange.

Qin Youle was looking for the familiar figure all the way, but he never found it.

"Screenwriter Qin, what are you looking at?" Seeing that Qin Youle seemed to be looking for someone, a prop carrier asked enthusiastically, "did you lose something? Let me help you find it. "

"Oh, No." Qin Youle shook her head and left. When she was halfway there, she couldn't help coming back and asked, "didn't Zhao Ting come today?"

"Zhao Ting?" The man thought for a while before answering, "I saw her yesterday, but I didn't see her today."

"Oh..." Qin Youle answered with a lost voice.

After this morning, she felt that she was too unreasonable yesterday. In fact, whether Zhao Ting has any other attempts at her, how can she not know, and song Tingchen's feelings for her are also clear to her.

"Screenwriter Qin, do you have anything to do with her?" The man still asked enthusiastically, "why don't I help you find it? Maybe I didn't see her coming."

"Oh, No." Qin Youle quickly thanked, "I'm just asking. There's nothing wrong."

"Like this." The man looked at Qin Youle thoughtfully.

Being stared at awkwardly, Qin Youle pulled the corners of his mouth: "thank you."

"Screenwriter Qin..."

Qin Youle was about to leave when the man stopped her again.

Qin Youle looked back and saw the man open his mouth, as if he swallowed it again. She looked at the man in front of her carefully, as if he was only in his early twenties. Her eyes were bright and full of spirit.

"What's up?"

"The screenwriter Qin, can I trouble you for one thing?" The man looked very nervous. When he spoke, his hands were twisted together. "Screenwriter Qin, don't you blame me? Think I'm too much? "

Looking at the man's nervous look, Qin Youle felt familiar and kind. When she first took the script to find investors, she was like this, and even nervous.

"You say it." Qin Youle smiled calmly, "tell me something. I see if I can help."

"You can." Hearing Qin Youle's words, the man stepped forward excitedly, "screenwriter Qin, I want you to introduce me and ask Director Song if he can arrange a role for me."

"Ah?" Qin Youle didn't react for a moment. She was stunned and said slowly, "well, I'm afraid there's nothing I can do."

"How?" The man smiled and said, "we all know that your relationship with Director Song is unusual. As long as you are willing to help me speak, he will agree to give me a role."

"As far as I know," Qin Youle said in embarrassment, "the actors of this play have been calculated and determined. It's good to find other mass actors."

"Qin screenwriter, you are a screenwriter. You must have a lot of characters." The man stepped forward again, "I think I just missed a chance, you know?"

"But the script has been determined. I can't add roles." Qin Youle stepped back. She didn't expect the man to make this request.

"How?" The man smiled and approached Qin Youle. "You can certainly change the relationship between director Song and you, as long as you change it at will."

"Sorry." Qin Youle didn't want to keep pestering with men. She immediately turned around and left.

When Qin Youle ran into the lounge, he Mo was reading the script.

"Sorry to bother you?" Qin Youle smiled awkwardly. She glanced at the lounge. At this time, everyone was eating out, so there was only he Mo in the room.

"No." Seeing Qin Youle coming in, he Mo closed the script in his hand. He waved and smiled, "it seems that he hasn't seen you in the crew for a few days."

"Yes." Qin Youle sat down. She held her chin with one hand, looked at he Mo and said, "I haven't thanked you for the gift you gave me."

Looking at Qin Youle's white teeth, he Mo smiled: "I didn't know your birthday before, so..."

"Thank you. I like the gift very much." Qin Youle blinked twice playfully. Although she has no contact with he Mo privately, he Mo, who is warm, has given her a lot of help in the crew.

"Just like it."

"Let's have dinner next time?" Qin Youle fiddled with the potted flowers on the table and said, "about Shanglin one by one. The three of us will have dinner together."

"OK." He Mo replied happily, "but now I have a request."

"Well?" Qin Youle looked at he Mo suspiciously.

"Help me make a cup of coffee." He Mo approached Qin Youle and said in a low voice, "I heard that your coffee making skills are the best in the crew. Can I have the honor to have a cup of coffee you made?"

"That's the requirement." Qin Youle said with a smile, "no problem, but there is no coffee machine here. It can only be used for flushing. It may be worse to drink."

"No, I believe in your technology." He Mo looked at Qin Youle with encouragement and said, "I thought for a long time before I dared to put forward this request."

He Mo's praise made Qin Youle's face crimson. She stood up and walked to the bar.

The bar is full of all kinds of drinks and snacks, which are provided for the crew to eat and drink during their rest.

Looking at Qin Youle's busy back, he Mo picked up his mobile phone and secretly took a picture.

Qin Youle in the photo is pouring coffee powder with her head down. She shows a small side face with her head down. With the bar as the background, she has a different taste.

Qin Youle seemed to feel he Mo looking at her. She raised her eyes and looked at he Mo, but he Mo lowered his head at the moment.

As it is a place for people to rest, the lights in the room are also dim.

He Mo and Qin Youle are two people. One is looking down at the script and the other is making coffee. The mode of getting along is very harmonious.