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There was a sound of discussion on the set.

Qin Youle couldn't help but gather together and saw only a bunch of flowers at the door of song Tingchen's office.

"Who sent the roses?"

"I don't know, but this is for our director Song."

"Eh, there seems to be a card in it."

Listening to the female staff on the set talking, Qin Youle was a little nervous. In fact, she also wanted to know who sent the flowers to song Tingchen, and it was so aboveboard.

"What happened?" Song Tingchen and the deputy director came over and saw people around the office. Song Tingchen frowned. "Have you finished everything?"

Hearing song Tingchen's cold words, everyone suddenly dispersed. Working in Song Tingchen's studio, the salary is good, but the work quality requirements are also relatively strict.

Qin Youle, who was hiding on the side, also slipped away together during the chaos. If song Tingchen saw her gossip, she would suffer again at home.

"Oh, Lao song, this flower seems to be for you." Deputy director Li stooped to pick up the roses and joked, "Lao song, you are handsome, but you have an advantage. Unlike me, let alone such a big bunch of flowers, I haven't even received a flower."

Song Tingchen had no superfluous expression. He took the script and went straight in.

"Hey, what's going on?" Deputy director Li, who followed him, also entered the office with a bouquet of flowers. He comforted, "Lao song, you say you are old and old. There are so many people chasing you. Why don't you see anyone pleasing to the eye?"

"In fact, there is one that I like very much." Song Tingchen is talking and still looking at the script. Now the shooting speed of the film has slowed down. Song Tingchen needs to deal with the details more carefully.

"From the crew?" Deputy director Li said excitedly, "Lao song, which girl is it? I have to introduce myself. Let me see who our director Song DA can see?"

Song Tingchen coldly took away deputy director Li's hand on his shoulder. Deputy director Li is actually more than ten years older than him, but he called him old song.

Deputy director Li smiled and said, "Lao song, aren't you with that?"

Song Tingchen glanced at deputy director Li.

"Isn't it Qin screenwriter?" Deputy director Li said in surprise, "is the news from the crew true?"

Song Tingchen didn't decide whether or not. He pushed away deputy director Li and said quietly, "director Li, if you don't have anything, can you leave?"

Deputy director Li was not willing to miss such a good opportunity. He shook his head and asked curiously, "Lao song, aren't you really in love with the girl who wrote Qin? It's not like your dish? "

"Director Li!" Song Tingchen glanced at deputy director Li. He didn't allow others to say that Qin Youle was a little girl.

"Wow!" Guide Li suddenly raised his voice. He looked incredible. "Lao song, you have great luck. Do you know who sent this bunch of flowers?"

Song Tingchen just looked back at the bouquet and said faintly, "I don't like roses. It doesn't matter who sent them."

"Really not curious who sent it?" Deputy director Li looked mysterious. He took out the card and pretended to exaggerate, "Lao song, if you know who sent the flowers, you won't be so cold."

"Alas!" Seeing that song Tingchen didn't respond coldly, deputy director Li quickly stopped him, "Hey, look, this is what Han Yi gave you."

Hearing Han Yi's name, song Tingchen glanced back at the bouquet.

"Look, I said you'd be surprised." Deputy director Li said and stuffed the card into song Tingchen's hand. "Give it back to me and pretend you don't care. We Han Yi are the national goddess in many people's minds. I didn't expect to see you, boy."

Song Tingchen was still indifferent and didn't speak. When deputy director Li left the office, song Tingchen opened the light pink card in his hand: Director Song, thank you.

There are only a few short words on the card, and the signature behind it is: Han Yi.

Song Tingchen immediately remembered that night when Han Yi went to his house to find him. It seems that Han Yi should have been forgiven by director Xu Xiaozhen.

The font on the card is very beautiful. You can see that it has been practiced. Song Tingchen's mind was searching for news about Han Yi. He was born in a middle-class family. He was omnipotent in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. He also had a face of national and city.

However, these information only flashed in Song Tingchen's mind. He smiled lightly and threw the card in his hand on the table. He just regarded Han Yi as an ordinary thanks.

Song Tingchen had just walked to his desk when an email came from his computer.

The person who sent the email was Qiao Qianyou. As soon as song Tingchen opened the email, it was a picture of him and Qin Youle kissing. You can see from the photos that the shooting distance is a little far, but the angle is very good. The photos are just captured.

"Oh, Xiao Fan, do you know who sent the bouquet just put in front of director Song's office?" In the dressing room, a woman whispered.

"I don't know." Xiao Fan is a hair stylist. At this time, she is concentrating on making hair for the supporting actor. Because it's an ancient costume play, it takes hours to make up before shooting.

"You can't guess." The woman pretended to be mysterious and said, "the person who sent the flowers was Han Yi. You must know Han Yi. She is so beautiful, and it is said that she is still single."

Xiao Fan looked at the woman and was surprised: "what did you say? Is it Han Yi, the most popular Han Yi recently? "

The woman nodded seriously. Just now, she saw that the signer was Han Yi.

"No." Xiao Fan said incredulously, "our song director has something to do with Han Yi? I don't even know what they have in common. "

At this time, Qin Youle just pushed the door and came in.

When she came in, she just heard the names of song Tingchen and Han Yi. Although Qin Youle looked light, she felt jealous and sour in her heart.

"How's it going? Make the shape fast, okay? " Qin Youle asked politely. She is younger in the crew, and many people can be regarded as her predecessors.

"Well, almost." Xiao Fan straightened the hair of Zhao Lu, who plays the second female, and said with satisfaction, "well, this time the shape must be very beautiful. Screenwriter Qin, what do you think?"

Zhao Lu's forehead is a little too big. The jewelry just blocks that piece, which makes her whole face harmonious.

Qin Youle walked around behind Zhao Lu. She looked at it for a while and whispered, "the hair style has been very consistent with the description in the original book, but, that is, this makeup can be lighter later. You don't have to wear so much makeup. The visual effect is not good."

"OK." Xiao Fan nodded.

At this time, Zhao Lu, who had not spoken, suddenly slowly opened her eyes and asked, "sister Xiaofan, just now you said that Han Yi sent flowers to song Dao. Is it true?"

Xiao Fan looks back at the woman who just talked to her.

The woman quickly replied, "yes, I saw the signer on the card, which is Han Yi."

Qin Youle's heart pounded. She also thought of the scene that Han Yi came to song Tingchen that night. It seems that the two talked very well.

"It's not that our director song is going to make a new play, is it?" Zhao Lu asked in surprise, "I remember that Han Yi and song Dao have no private friends."

"I don't know. Who knows." Everyone in the dressing room began to discuss one after another.

"No, there won't be any special relationship between Han Yi and Director Song?" Suddenly, a woman exclaimed, "are they two together? This time, they gave song Dao a bunch of fiery red roses."

"Probably not."

"Yes, I don't seem to have heard that they are very familiar. As for Director Song, it's an ice face. Is it silently with Han Yi? "

Everyone had a heated discussion. No one found song Tingchen standing at the door.

Qin Youle felt that she couldn't listen anymore. As soon as she was about to leave the dressing room, she bumped into song Tingchen's chest.

"Song Ting..." Qin Youle unconsciously called song Tingchen's name directly, but fortunately, he changed his mouth in time, "Director Song, why are you here?"

Seeing Qin Youle covering his forehead, song Tingchen just wanted to reach out and rub it for her, but Qin Youle stepped back and kept a certain distance from him.

Hearing Qin Youle's words, there was no sound in the dressing room and there was silence.

Song Tingchen's cap was pressed a little low. He glanced at the people in the dressing room and said in a low voice: "the shooting will start half an hour later. You should get ready quickly."

"Yes." Everyone replied cautiously.

The crew knew that song Tingchen didn't like people in the crew to spread these gossip. This time, song Tingchen just met him. Everyone was a little guilty.

"Screenwriter Qin, come to my office and everyone else will do something." Before Song Tingchen's voice fell, he turned and left the dressing room.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Qin Youle angrily followed up.

"What's the matter?" Qin Youle asked lazily, "Director Song, what can I do for you?"

Hearing Qin Youle's strange tone, song Tingchen raised his back to her mouth. He knocked on the table rhythmically and asked in a low voice, "Qin Youle, you still discuss my gossip with the crew?"

Song Tingchen heard from a distance how the people in the dressing room discussed him.

"I didn't." As soon as Qin Youle entered the office, she saw the bouquet of roses. She didn't understand how someone sent roses. She felt very ugly.

Song Tingchen turned back and closed the door of the office.

"Qin Youle, aren't you jealous?" Song Tingchen walked up to Qin Youle, approached her and said charmingly, "jealous, does a woman send me flowers?"

"Think too much." Qin Youle replied calmly, "don't say a woman sent you flowers, but a woman sent her people to you. I don't even blink."

"Really?" Song Tingchen's mouth was hooked. He pinched Qin Youle's chin and whispered, "it seems that my wife song doesn't like me as much as I imagined."

"Song Tingchen, in the office, don't do anything!" Qin Youle just wanted to clap song Tingchen's hand. Song Tingchen suddenly hugged her.

"What are you doing?" Qin Youle said in a low voice. She tried hard to get rid of it. However, song Tingchen had too much strength.