Ouyang Hao finished shooting a scene on set and was taking a break. Feeling bored, he took out his phone and found "Blockhead" in his contacts, then dialed the number.
After two rings, the call was answered, and a familiar and cool voice ca through, "Hello? Mr. Ouyang?"
"What are you doing?" As soon as the words left his mouth, Ouyang Hao realized it might be inappropriate, so he cleared his throat and added in a stern tone, "You better not be slacking off."
"Mr. Ouyang, I’m not."
"Good, just making sure. I’m paying you not to be lazy. By the way, I want braised pork for lunch."
"Mr. Ouyang, are you coming back for lunch today?"
"Who’s coming back for lunch? I’m still on set. I an, you prepare the al and deliver it to , idiot!"
On the set? Lin Yixun frowned; she didn’t know where the set was.
"I’ll send you the address of the set in a bit. Hurry up, and if you let go hungry, you’ll be sorry!"
Lin Yixun instinctively moved the phone away and lowered her voice, "Okay, Mr. Ouyang, I’ll be quick."
Feeling satisfied, Ouyang Hao ended the call. It seed keeping this blockhead around had its perks after all.
The Second Young Master Ouyang was in a good mood, which naturally boosted his efficiency. Each scene was done in one take, much to the relief of the crew, especially his co-star, Cheng Ying.
She had spent quite so ti in T City for this ad shoot, leaving her with less ti to accompany Leng Yixiu. Though she was a bit annoyed, she didn’t show it. After all, Ouyang Hao wasn’t so small-ti star, and falling out with him wouldn’t be advantageous for her.
...
Fortunately, the set wasn’t far from Ouyang Hao’s apartnt. When Lin Yixun arrived at the set, it was just after noon.
The set was on a lawn in Central Park of T City, a vast expanse of green. The area was surrounded by a crowd, mostly young girls holding signs. As Lin Yixun walked closer, she saw Ouyang Hao’s posters on the signs. The scene almost looked like a concert crowd.
Lin Yixun was never into idol-chasing, even before eting Ouyang Hao. Occasionally, she heard from colleagues how srizing his voice was and how incredibly handso he looked, but she never imagined so many people were obsessed with him.
No wonder he was so arrogant; he had been spoiled by his fans.
The fans were quite fanatical. To prevent them from interfering with the ad shoot, the production crew had cordoned off the area, leaving the fans outside the periter.
Lin Yixun finally found the entrance to the set but was stopped by a security guard. "Please show your work ID."
"I’m here to deliver food to Mr. Ouyang."
"Deliver food?" The guard chuckled, eyeing the fans behind her. "Plenty of people co to deliver things to Mr. Ouyang."
Lin Yixun turned around and saw so fans holding gifts, and even so carrying lunch boxes. Clearly, the guard thought she was another crazed fan of Ouyang Hao.
Lin Yixun found it funny, but the next mont, the smile froze on her face as her gaze fixed on a poster held by one of the fans. The person on the poster—wasn’t it Cheng Ying?
So, Cheng Ying is here too?
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