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The next day, the whole crew flew to the suburbs for shooting.

But Su Rui delayed for a day because she happened to have an advertisement to shoot.

At the airport, a bunch of fans were waiting at the airport to see him off.

"He Mo!"

"He Mo!"

Seeing he Mo coming in, the female fans shouted in surprise.

Wearing a black cap, he Mo took off his sunglasses. He smiled and waved to his fans.

"Be careful."

"Well, well, let's make way."

Under the protection of his assistant, he Mo quickly entered the boarding gate, and the fans lingered and refused to leave.

Qin Youle is used to this situation. In a big city like s City, she can often see this scene at the airport. To exaggerate, she can see stars every time at the airport, whether on the first line or the 18th line.

Qin Youle is hidden in the big army. Song Tingchen walks in the front. He is also pushing his suitcase. Next to song Tingchen, there are secondary roles such as female and male, but the actors are also front-line actors, and almost everyone is equipped with assistants.

"Screenwriter Qin, do you want me to help you?" Seeing Qin Youle pushing a large silver box, the tall male staff member on one side said attentively, "look at your thin body, pushing such a large box."

Qin Youle looked at the box, shook his head and said with a smile, "it's all right. Push it. It's still movable."

A group of people checked in and finally boarded the plane.

When Qin Youle found his seat with the ticket in his hand, he found that song Tingchen was sitting next to her.

"Song?" Qin Youle paused and whispered, "song Tingchen, why are you here?"

Song Tingchen put down his newspaper. He took the ticket on the table and shook it in front of Qin Youle: "screenwriter Qin, my position is here, I'm not here, where am I going."

"Er..." Qin Youle was speechless.

She knew that it was too easy for song Tingchen to tamper with the plane ticket.

Almost the whole plane was wrapped by the crew, and the people sitting on the left and right were the crew members.

Qin Youle kicked song Tingchen unnaturally. Her position was the one by the window.

Song Tingchen frowned slightly. He gave way and let Qin Youle sit in.

"Attention, passengers. The plane is about to take off. Please fasten your seat belts."

The sweet voice of the stewardess rang in the cabin.

"I'll come!" Song Tingchen leaned over to fasten Qin Youle's seat belt.

Qin Youle consciously twisted her head aside. She thought song Tingchen really didn't avoid suspicion.

At first, there was some noise in the cabin, but when the plane took off, the cabin became quiet. It was so quiet that only the sound of the friction between the aircraft wheels and the floor was heard.

The plane took off slowly. Qin Youle only felt a little uncomfortable about weightlessness. Her hand clung to the chair and frowned. All along, Qin Youle doesn't like flying. She always feels insecure in the air. Unlike on the ground, she can really feel the firmness of the land.

Seeing Qin Youle's eyes closed, song Tingchen reached out and gently held Qin Youle's left hand.

This time, Qin Youle didn't take her hand away. She also held song Tingchen's hand with her backhand. The two hands held each other tightly.

After airsickness, Qin Youle looked pale.

"Hello, please send a cup of hot water." Song Tingchen whispered to the flight attendants, "just warm water, thank you."

"Are you okay?" Looking at Qin Youle's uncomfortable appearance, song Tingchen is glad that he is sitting next to Qin Youle at the moment.

Qin Youle covered his chest and shook his head: "it's all right."

"And said it was okay." After receiving the warm water from the flight attendant, song Tingchen gently handed it to Qin Youle, "why is airsickness so severe? I don't remember you had such a serious airsickness before. "

Qin Youle drank several mouthfuls of warm water, and the whole talent calmed down. She didn't know why airsickness was so serious this time. She thought it might be that she didn't sleep well last night.

"Get some sleep." Seeing that Qin Youle didn't speak, song Tingchen took Qin Youle's shoulder and said with concern, "there are still several hours. You can sleep for a while. It will be much more comfortable."

Qin Youle looked sideways at Song Tingchen's eyes and hesitated for a while. She leaned against song Tingchen's shoulder.

Although there were people from the crew watching, everyone was funny and didn't speak.

As soon as Qin Youle's head touched song Tingchen's shoulder, he fell asleep. In order not to wake Qin Youle up, song Tingchen kept his posture motionless for several hours.

"Ready, almost there." When the plane was about to land, song Tingchen pushed Qin Youle slightly. Although the probability was small, he was still afraid of any accident, so he had to wake Qin Youle up.

Qin Youle rubbed his eyes that had not been fully opened and looked at them. Song Tingchen whispered, "where have you been?"

"The plane is about to land." Song Tingchen spoiled and said. He stretched out his hand to tidy up some messy long hair for Qin Youle.

When song Tingchen's warm fingers touched Qin Youle's ears, Qin Youle's body trembled.

A group of people walked out of the airport with their luggage.

Qin Youle originally wanted to distance herself from Song Tingchen. However, song Tingchen took the suitcase for him when she came out. She had to follow song Tingchen's footsteps.

He Mo and others also walked together, while other staff were behind.

"Director Song, take a bus to the hotel first." The person who arranged the trip walked up to song Tingchen and said politely, "our cars are here. You go first."

Song Tingchen looked back at the actor and said in a low voice, "send them to the hotel first, otherwise there are so many people at the airport. It's really eye-catching and unsafe."

"No."

"We'll take the car below."

All these actors shook their heads and refused. Many of them took assistants, but they still didn't dare to break the rules. Song Tingchen went first.

"Director Song, you go first. They all arranged cars." The staff advised again.

"OK." Song Tingchen said and handed the two suitcases to the staff.

The original crew hasn't found out yet. Now the two suitcases are placed together. The sharp eyed people can see at a glance that Qin Youle and song Tingchen's two suitcases, one silver and one black, are the same.

"Director Song, I'll take another car." Feeling that others were looking at her, Qin Youle hurriedly said, "I'd better take my suitcase myself."

The staff looked at Song Tingchen and wanted to ask him what to do in this situation.

Song Tingchen glanced at the back of the car and motioned the staff to put both suitcases in the trunk.

"Qin screenwriter, you can sit with Director Song. You can sit down anyway." The staff hurriedly helped together and said, "hurry up and get on the bus. You can go to the hotel."

Although Qin Youle was reluctant, he still had no choice but to follow him on the car.

Qin Youle just closed the door and the car rushed out like an arrow from the string.

"Song Tingchen, this is very bad." Qin Youle whispered to song Tingchen.

"Speak louder. I can't hear you." Song Tingchen looked straight at the front and said in a low voice. He looked like Qin Youle had come to bribe him. His face smelled very bad.

Qin Youle's face turned red.

"I said, thank you!" Qin Youle suddenly raised the volume.

"You're welcome." Song Tingchen said calmly. If Qin Youle looked at Song Tingchen, he would find that the corners of song Tingchen's mouth rose slightly when he was talking. He was smiling.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in a hotel with simple decoration. The hotel is a little remote. It should be the nearest hotel to the shooting site.

"Director Song, here is your room card." The staff handed song Tingchen a room card.

Song Tingchen took the room card and looked at Qin Youle.

"Screenwriter Qin, here is your room card." The staff also handed a room card to Qin Youle.

"Let me see."

Qin Youle hasn't seen the room number yet. Song Tingchen has robbed it one step ahead of time.

"We're not on the same floor?" Song Tingchen asked unhappily.

"Sorry, you can only live with VIP customers. Screenwriter Qin can't stay. Moreover, you haven't said hello in advance." The staff explained patiently with a smile.

"Then change her to a room next to me." Song Tingchen cleared his throat and said, "there should be no problem changing one."

The staff smiled and nodded. She inquired and said sorry, "sorry, Mr. Song, the rooms next to you have also been booked, and the VIP rooms have been fully booked."

Song Tingchen frowned.

Afraid of others arriving, Qin Youle pulled song Tingchen's corner and whispered, "song Tingchen, forget it, just live according to the current room number."

"No!" Song Tingchen refused without thinking. He originally meant to share a room with Qin Youle, but Qin Youle refused.

"Then put my room on the same floor as the screenwriter Qin."

"Song Ting..." Qin Youle pulled song Tingchen back, "song Tingchen, what are you doing? It would be strange if you lived with us ordinary staff. "

"What's so strange." Song Tingchen gestured to the staff.

"OK, I'll change it for you." The staff's actions were very quick, but they got things done in a minute.

Song Tingchen took his room card and was just about to promote the suitcase. The staff on one side hurriedly said, "President song, let me come."

The man looked at Qin Youle's face and smiled. Qin Youle had to smile back at him.

When the three were in the elevator, Qin Youle only felt uncomfortable.

Men are always peeking at her, as if they had found a big secret. As for song Tingchen, he stood motionless like a sculpture.

With a "Ding", the door of the elevator finally opened.

Qin Youle breathed a sigh of relief. She was suffocating in the elevator.

"Mr. Song, I put my things here."

Because the rooms of song Tingchen and Qin Youle were adjacent, the man put two suitcases in the middle of the room.

"Well, thank you." Qin Youle nodded to the man and thanked him.

"Yes." Song Tingchen just snorted, and his voice seemed to come out of his breath.

Seeing the man leaving, Qin Youle glanced at Song Tingchen. Song Tingchen had opened the door and pushed the suitcase in.