Thinking back on Lin Ruochun’s sneaky behavior earlier, Wen Qiao knew what was going on in her heart.
This person didn’t want her to know about the lunch box she had brought, but hadn’t even hidden it properly.
Wen Qiao didn’t know why, but she had been assigned an unusually large number of scenes today; however, she could feel that this probably wasn’t because the director was intentionally making things difficult for her.
After sitting down and taking a couple of bites of her al, she paused, picked out the chicken leg, took out her phone, and sent a photo of her box of vegetarian dishes to Fu Jinghen.
"Qiaoqiao’s not full: Wuu wuu wuu, feel so pitiful, Master Wen can only eat so little green veggies after a busy day."
"Qiaoqiao’s not full: When you compare it with yours, plus it was personally ordered by , filled with all my love and longing for President Fu, don’t you think your lunch today tastes particularly delicious?"
No sooner had she sent the ssage than a staff mber ca running over: "Wen Qiao, the director is calling you."
"Huh?" Wen Qiao glanced at the intact chicken leg: "But I’ve just started eating."
"What are you eating for? Stop eating, the director is in a rush, you won’t even get a lunch box tomorrow," the staff mber said, reaching directly for Wen Qiao’s wrist.
"Hey hey hey, wait a second." Wen Qiao picked up the chicken leg with a plastic bag, took a big bite, and mumbled to the staff: "Alright, let’s go."
Staff: "...."
What can you do if you don’t eat a bite of this chicken leg?
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By the ti Jiang Wei arrived with coffee in hand, Wen Qiao had already left, and there was an unfinished lunch box still on the small table.
Seeing that no one was there, Jiang Wei was about to leave when the edge of her clothes accidentally brushed against Wen Qiao’s script on the table.
With a "plop," the script fell to the ground, and Jiang Wei picked it up and flipped through it.
She had underestimated this Wen Qiao.
Suddenly, sothing flashed in her eyes, and looking down, Jiang Wei saw it was Wen Qiao’s phone under the script.
It seed Wen Qiao had left in a hurry and hadn’t had ti to lock the screen, which displayed the chat history between her and Fu Jinghen.
Jiang Wei’s eyes flickered, and she looked around.
The noon sun baked down on her, feeling hot and making one want to doze off, with no one paying any attention to this spot.
She picked up Wen Qiao’s phone, scrolled through it a bit, and noticed that while there weren’t many ssages between the two, Fu Jinghen had responded to almost all of the ssages sent by Wen Qiao.
Jiang Wei eyed the content on the display with a dark gaze, tapped a few tis, and then quickly put the phone back.
She also placed the script back on top, as if nothing had been touched.
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Today could be said to be the busiest day Wen Qiao had on set since joining the crew.
She had barely had a few bites of her lunch before she was called away by the director to prepare for the next scene. She didn’t feel tired during the filming, but once she got to the hotel room, Wen Qiao felt like a deflated ball, completely collapsing.
She was so hungry she could feel her stomach touching her back.
She lay sprawled out on the couch, struggling for five minutes between ordering room service or going downstairs to buy barbecue by the river before she got up and headed downstairs.
Song Qian had recomnded the barbecue by the riverside in the film city to her, saying it was incredibly delicious, but the only downside was that there was no delivery service.
She had been wanting to try it, but Jiang Yao had been strict with her, worried she would eat too much at night and swell up the next day, and had always pulled her away to prevent her from going.
Today, Jiang Yao had gone back to Huasong to handle so trending issues, so there was finally no one keeping an eye on her. Wen Qiao was determined to seize this rare opportunity and indulge to her heart’s content.
She could just get up a bit earlier tomorrow and have a cup of coffee and go for a run.
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