There is a lot of space in the car, and Ji Shiyu sits in the middle, just separating the distance from Ji Yanzhou. Song Wenting leaned against the window to relax a lot.

There seems to be a clear and pleasant woody fragrance floating in the confined air, which is gentle and aggressive, and penetrates into Song Wenting's nasal cavity, chest and abdomen without saying hello.

"Uncle, why do you have time to pick me up today?" The suffocating atmosphere seemed less difficult and embarrassed because of the girl's agility.

"Because your dad is not free." Ji Yanzhou pressed the tone, "Just right again, it's okay."

The sound is dull and with a slightly thick nasal cavity.

are you sick?

Song Wenting subconsciously turned his eyes to look over, but unexpectedly met the man's gaze directly at that stall.

I was shocked, and my eyes fell along the soft head of the little girl along my eyes. The sound of the child said: "Oh, because my dad and the ear ears are going, so I throw me to you, I know."

The little girl put her schoolbag on her feet and said that there was something wrong: "It's a poor person, then depend on each other together."

Ji Yanzhou glanced at her, sneered gently from her throat, and didn't talk nonsense with her again.

It seems that Song Wenting is regarded as air.

Fortunately, Ji Shiyu is a chatterbox, she quickly turned to chatting with Song Wenting, but it was an explosive questioning.

"Teacher Song, aren't you really my uncle's girlfriend?"

Hearing this, Song Wenting took a quick look at Ji Yanzhou, but he didn't move.

Song Wenting responded to her seriously: "No."

"But I have seen your photos obviously. Just ..."

Zhou Chen: "Cough."

Ji Shiyu stopped talking, the photo she accidentally saw in her uncle's room last time, she was sure it was Song Wenting. But since she hid it secretly, I'm sure my uncle didn't want anyone to know about it, so she was almost exposed.

Carefully turned his head, and saw Ji Yanzhou who did not respond, Ji Shiyu took his heart down, and then he was obviously disappointed: "Hey, my uncle is actually very good, although sometimes the temper is not good, love yin and yang strange, and there are not many. Patience, I don't love people when I am angry, and I don't like to laugh. "

Song Wenting: "?"

Zhou Chen in the front row: "Keke."

"Right, Brother Zhou, you also agree with what I said." Ji Shiyu looked at Song Wenting again, "But he is really nice. I just don't know why I have never had a girlfriend. Teacher Song, you know that there is no girlfriend. How pitiful is that person? He has a fever and is sick, and no one takes care of him. I heard from my father that he is alone in a big house and can't even have a mouthful of hot porridge. I will never see my favorite uncle again."

Zhou Chen: "?"

Speaking, the little girl fell a few golden beans.

Song Wenting was also depressed and uncomfortable. It turned out that he was really sick and had no one to take care of him.

The car stopped soon, and the girl got out of the car with her schoolbag in her arms, and soon waved goodbye to Song Wenting.

Only then did Song Wenting find out that Ji Shiyu was sent home first, so is there anyone in her family? Didn't she say her dad was on a date?

The car started, seeing that Ji Yanzhou didn't seem to wake up at all, Song Wenting chose to keep his mouth shut.

Half of his body was trapped into a soft car seat, and the light was clearly destroyed on his side face. He seemed to be really tired, with long eyelashes, sketching the long and dense arc.

Finally, Song Wenting remembered something, she took a step forward, hesitated and said, "Hello, my home is in Jingyueyuan Community."

Zhou Chen nodded: "Well, I know."

Know?

Song Wenting recalled that he didn't seem to reveal his home address in front of them.

Song Wenting didn't think about it anymore, she was still thinking about Ji Yanzhou's illness. He really looked bad, but she didn't have any position to care about it.

Afterbearing, finally opened the bag carefully and took out the jar of the confection from the bag.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped at the door of the community.

Song Wenting picked up his bag and was about to open the door, but Ji Yanzhou said next to him: "Zhou Chen."

"Mr. Ji."

Looking back at Song Wenting, Ji Yanzhou still kept his eyes closed. It seemed that he hadn't fallen asleep all the way just now, and he was closing his eyes to rest his mind.

"Buy a bag of cigarettes."

"it is good."

Immediately, Zhou Chen turned off and got out of the car.

Song Wenting frowned, do you still want to smoke when you are sick?

I wanted to speak, but she was sneaked back, and she had to say emptiness: "Thank you."

He didn't wait for the response, just waited for the pair of eyes to look at the eyes. His black eyes were heavy, and his long eyelashes were shadowed under the eyelids.

He said, "Not sincere enough."

With a slight heat on his face, Song Wenting could tell that the subtext was empty talk and insincere.

In a word, the reunion recently, now don't know he has a little interest.

Song Wenting was stumped, the tip of his snow-white chin moved slightly, and a bit of darkness leaked from between his lips and teeth.

"Don't think about it?" He straightened up, and his tone was still lazy.

That hooking wooden fragrance followed his movements stronger, and he continued: "It was miserable enough to be deceived."

Song Wenting's delicate brows were furrowed, unexpectedly, in the middle of his three words, he defined him as: liar?

He is always polite, and he takes it seriously?

"Then," Song Wenting thought for a while, after all, he gave her a ride, and couldn't stand the slight grievance in his words, "I invite you to dinner, is that okay?"

Women's sex is soft, the voice is soft, even more at such a moment.

She has nothing to change in the past. Looking at the cold and cold, she believes everything, and it looks particularly bullied.

The knuckles moved, and when the eyes were under his eyes, the meaning of the bottom of his eyes was fast. Ji Yanzhou smiled unknown emotions: "Okay."

Although responded, it seemed not to take it seriously in the words.

Song Wenting finally escaped from the narrow compartment full of manly smell.

She walked quickly. When Zhou Chen returned, the slender back had disappeared to the bottom of her eyes.

Zhou Chen sat back in the driver's seat and handed the cigarette case to Ji Yanzhou.

"Put it there."

Zhou Chen didn't know why, so he asked him to buy cigarettes, but he didn't smoke when he bought them, right?

But he still snuffed out his thoughts, glanced at his phone, and talked about his work with a serious expression: "Director He invited you a few times, and you seemed to be relieved yesterday, and you want to meet him."

Zhou Chen called up the chat interface with He Dao: "He made an appointment at eight o'clock tonight, the address has been sent to me, do you want to go?"

Director Chen is He Muyuan, a well-known director in the circle. Although he has made many good films, the film he wants to talk about is a costume film. The director of a sci-fi drama film makes a costume movie, although it will not make people see the finished product. Just make comments, but they are different, script and resume are the factors they have to consider.

Returning to his cold face again, Ji Yanzhou frowned and said, "How do you say it?"

Zhou Chen: "Say, I brought the heroine today, so you must admire your face and watch the audition."

Chen Muyuan set the location at a private club on the banks of Jiangluan River, and was led upstairs by a waiter. The room by the window on the second floor was pulled open from the inside, and the river wind poured in the coolness. The moment the man sitting by the window looked up, he immediately stood up.

"Mr. Ji, here we come."

In the huge box, there were only He Muyuan and a woman.

Following the words, she raised her eyes and looked over, her emotions were light, and she didn't make a sound and didn't get up.

He Muyuan glanced at her and gestured to her with his eyes.

Ji Yanzhou ignored their small movements and took a seat naturally.

"Director He, time is limited." Ji Yanzhou raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist, "If you want to audition, you can start."

He Muyuan's face became more wrinkled when he heard that, and he filled him with tea: "Mr. Ji, you think this place is not suitable, why don't you talk about it after dinner?"

Ji Yanzhou lowered his eyes and asked him, "The script."

How clever He Muyuan was, he rushed to the woman next to him and said, "Show Mr. Ji your script."

Qiao Ling stretched out her slender arm and passed the script directly over He Muyuan to Ji Yanzhou's eyelids.

The two big characters "Samurai Immortal" on the cover are printed in the eyes.

It's another costume movie. Ji Yanzhou took it and looked at it briefly. It was densely filled with comments, and he could see the intention of the lead actor, but he was not very interested in this type of movie. If he can make new ideas, he depends on the script and screenwriter. ability.

Turning his long fingers to a page, Ji Yanzhou's lips showed a little smile, polite but alienated: "The audition does not need a large venue. You can try this dialogue on the spot."

He Muyuan took over the script for Qiao Ling, and Chen Dao was naturally familiar with the page he opened: it was the heroine's clan who was framed and no one survived. Later, she learned that the culprit turned out to be her bedside person.

For a long period of confrontational confession, the interpretation of emotional portrayal requires a great foundation.

Qiao Ling's slender eyebrows were slightly raised, and she raised her red lips: "If Mr. Ji doesn't mind, please give me five minutes to prepare."

"it is good."

Qiao Ling is beautiful, and she is an uncompromisingly capable actor. She can stand on this side of the world, and she can quickly enter the state. The emotions are progressive, from the unbelievable at the beginning of the question to the thought of two The sadness that people used to be happy and then the hatred when they think of their clansmen is completely insane.

More than six minutes of performance, no one was not brought into the situation by her.

Until Zhou Chen clapped his hands and praised, Qiao Ling quickly returned to being a cold beauty.

No matter her temperament or appearance, she is somewhat similar to Song Wenting.

But Ji Yanzhou fell back, and he turned to He Muyuan: "Director Chen, there is no problem with the audition. But the script needs to be reconsidered."

This is a half-point rejection.

"Mr. Ji." Qiao Ling raised her glass, "You may not know much about China when you just returned to China, so there is a market for this kind of love drama."

Ji Yanzhou didn't move, but lifted his eyelids to look at her: "Miss Qiao, I'm not looking down on romantic dramas, I'm just saying that the scripts are garbage."

"Or, to put it another way." The arrogance came out, and he smiled lightly, "You have bad eyesight."

"..."

This dinner will be over soon.

In the end, Director Chen's response was to ask the screenwriter to change it again, hoping that Ji Yanzhou would give him another chance.

Ji Yanzhou's slender figure walked out of the door and finally responded to He Muyuan.

In front of the clubhouse, the faintly flickering neon lights were dazed by the banks of the Jiangluan River, and the light outlined the mood of bright and dark on Ji Yanzhou's cold and white profile. The appearance is inexplicably a bit decadent.

Zhou Chen parked the car steadily by his side, Ji Yanzhou raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.

When he looked up, he saw two figures hiding by the flower bed in front of the clubhouse, one was the woman Qiao Ling who had just been in the box.

Ben wanted to withdraw his gaze without feeling, but as the two were pulling, half of the tall man's figure was exposed, and the special robe and bun fell into Ji Yanzhou's eyes for a while.

Shen Heqing.

The two of them didn't know what they were saying, because they couldn't hear it clearly because they were far apart, but they were both emotional.

After pulling for more than half a minute, the man stepped forward and directly pulled the tall woman into his arms. Qiao Ling struggled to break free, her chest heaved slightly, and stared at the man fiercely, but she immediately stepped on her feet and kissed it.

Then, in the man's astonishment, a sweet and bloody smell came from his lips.

Ji Yanzhou squinted his black eyes and watched for two minutes before he bent down and got into the car.

In the back seat, a jar of candy was lying on the black leather seat.

The cool eyebrows and eyes are printed on the tin surface of the candy can, and a little white peach smell invades the tip of the nose, which is the smell of Song Wenting.

The emotions in his eyes were deeper, and in the darkness, he slowly evoked a little smile, and his heart suddenly became dark.

Long fingers lightly frosted the iron candy jar, Ji Yanzhou half leaned on the seat and called: "Do me a favor."

On the other side of the phone, Yan Sen got up and sat on the edge of the bed, looked sideways at the woman's lightly closed eyes on the bed, the light-brown eyes pressed down, and said coldly, "What's the matter?"