"It’s nothing major, it’s just that Director Zheng has also co to Hai City. I happened to be chatting with him just now, and he asked if we wanted to get together. He knows that both of us are here for the Jinhua Award, so he asked to check with you if you’d like to join. Luckily, I saw you now, otherwise, I wouldn’t know how to contact you without your WeChat."
"Director Zheng what——"
The rest of the words were swallowed by Fang Qinghe as Wen Qiao blinked.
She nodded: "Sure."
"Then let’s go together." After Wen Qiao said this, she seed to suddenly notice the man, looking a bit flustered: "Am I interrupting you? Did you have plans together?"
"No." Fang Qinghe seized the opportunity to refuse the man’s invitation: "Sorry, I have sothing else to do later, so I can’t go to the riverbank with you."
The male actor wasn’t discouraged: "No problem, let’s plan sothing when we’re back in Jiang City."
Wow, this guy certainly has the virtue of persistence.
After the man left, the two of them moved to a corner of the auditorium. Fang Qinghe looked down at Wen Qiao, who was holding her arm, her expression returning to indifference and aloofness: "What does Miss Wen need from ?"
Wen Qiao pretended not to understand Fang Qinghe’s silent signal to let go, continuing to hold onto her. When she heard the question, she exclaid in surprise: "Sister Qinghe, you’re so smart! How did you know I needed sothing without saying anything?"
Fang Qinghe casually said: "Director Zheng posted on his Monts this morning, located in a small town in Paris."
"..."
Wen Qiao paused, regaining her composure: "Is that so? He’s already gone abroad so quickly."
This Zheng Chen, why on earth did he go to Paris?
Aren’t there enough beautiful places to see in China?
Fang Qinghe moved slightly, pulling her arm out from Wen Qiao’s grasp, and repeated the previous question: "What does Miss Wen need from ?"
"It’s nothing, really. I just saw that man pestering you for quite a while and thought you might be too polite to reject him, so I took it upon myself to step in and help." Wen Qiao said as she reached out to hold Fang Qinghe’s hand, gently shaking two of her fingers, looking a bit uneasy: "Sister Qinghe, you don’t bla , do you?"
Standing at 1.7 ters, Wen Qiao was already considered tall among female celebrities in the entertainnt industry. She estimated the height of Fang Qinghe’s heels through the side-slit dress she was wearing and found them not much different from hers, maybe even shorter, yet Fang Qinghe was still slightly taller.
With her chin slightly raised, Wen Qiao looked up at Fang Qinghe with her innocent peach blossom eyes, resembling a little white rabbit.
Seeing this, Fang Qinghe couldn’t possibly bla her, plus she did help her out of a situation.
"No, I don’t."
Wen Qiao imdiately bead with joy, shaking Fang Qinghe’s hand again before putting on a pitiful expression: "Oh right, Sister Qinghe, we’re about to join the crew, but I still don’t have your WeChat. I asked Director Zheng for it, but he wouldn’t give it to ."
Fang Qinghe paused, "Tell your WeChat ID, and I’ll add you when I get back."
"No need to wait." Wen Qiao took out her phone, opened the add friends page on WeChat, and handed it to Fang Qinghe: "You can do it now."
The speed made Fang Qinghe feel that Wen Qiao had planned this in advance.
However, since they were about to join the crew for Zheng Chen’s movie, it would indeed be convenient to have WeChat to contact each other if needed.
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