-
Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading
Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in oicq.net -> Prose -> you have seen him Chapter 29 Provoke
Previous page Return to Catalog Next page
- ?
Zhao Yi and Luo Keke came to the recording studio.
The movie is finished, and it is entering the post-production stage. Some rookie actors can't speak well, so they have to find a dubbing teacher.
The recording studio was exceptionally quiet, with no trace of noise. Soundproofing equipment and mufflers are installed on the walls, so that no matter how much roaring and crying comes out from inside, the office next door cannot hear it.
Zhao Yi stayed inside for thirty minutes, then became dizzy, and went to the roof alone to breathe.
There are so many bad things going on all day long, which is enough to annoy her.
Why did Zhao Yi not have a chance with Zhao Yi on the calm days?
The two left President Jin's office at four in the afternoon, and then arrived at the dubbing room, and it was almost dusk.
The days of this late spring are very long. Although it is dusk, the sun is very tight, shining brightly on the entire area of ??high-rise buildings, without the appearance of dusk at all.
Zhao Yi pushed open the door of the rooftop and saw Rococo on the phone.
The wind on the roof is cool and powerful, and the rococo horsetails are flying with the wind, exuding an enviable youthful flavor.
Zhao Yi couldn't bear to disturb her, so she took a few steps back, leaned against the door, and looked at Rococo's back with a sullen face.
What a good girl, it's not good to love anyone, but you have to love a married man
Zhao Yi stood and waited for a long time, but Rococo still hadn't hung up the phone. She had to smoke to pass the time. The wind was a little strong, so she turned sideways and lit the cigarette several times before she lit it.
After a while, she breathed out smoke rings, and her meaningful eyes returned to Rococo.
With his toes, he could imagine that Luo Keke was calling Ouyang Ming.
Love, what is it that makes people so crazy.
Zhao Yi was deeply disappointed, out of sight and out of mind, she withdrew her gaze and turned to the endless gray-blue sky.
Love, if you want to classify it, it should be a luxury. At least for her, it is a luxury.
*
Zhao Yi waited for a long time before Luo Keke hung up the phone, turned around to leave, and saw Zhao Yi standing by the door looking at her.
Rococo put away the joy in his eyes, returned to his normal expression, and walked towards Zhao Yi.
Zhao Yi simply sat on the threshold, raised her eyes to see Rococo slowly approaching, watched her put away the joy on her face, so cautious, so pitiful.
Luo Keke was so guilty that he didn't dare to look Zhao Yi directly in the eyes.
Zhao Yi frowned and shouted at her: "Hurry up, be careful that the wind will blow you away."
Rococo approached, lowered his eyebrows and looked at Zhao Yi, "I have big breasts, I can't blow them away."
Zhao Yi said with a smile: "Take it easy, people who work in our line of business will make some news, but their reputation will be ruined."
After flicking the cigarette ash, he added abruptly: "You are still young, you have a great youth, don't waste it."
"Didn't something happen to you?"
When Rococo spoke, his eyelids drooped, and his broken eyes were pitiful in the afterglow.
Zhao Yi's eyes darkened, she took a puff of cigarette, and exhaled light smoke into the air.
"Then how do you think my life is going?" Yu Luo turned his face sideways, raised his eyes, and looked back at her for a while.
Rococo's eyes are sincere and clean, clear and warm, he really can't bear the identity of a mistress.
Luo Keke sat down next to Zhao Yi, his eyes were calm, but his heart was heavy.
Both of them had something on their minds, so they stopped talking.
The wind on the roof made a slight sound, knocking on the two people's minds, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, making it more difficult for people to calm down.
After a while, Zhao Yi spoke again.
She rested her chin in one hand and held a cigarette in the other. Her expression was very serious, but her words were very casual.
"I heard that the relationship between his husband and wife is not harmonious recently, maybe the original spouse found out about you."
Rococo's eyes ached. She understands the truth, but feelings are like water spilled, it is difficult to take them back, and she doesn't really want to take them back. She snatched the cigarette from Zhao Yi's hand, pressed it to the ground, and picked up the topic.
"You have exceeded your quota today."
Zhao Yi stood up, smiling lightly: "Okay, you have the final say, let's go."
Luo Keke dragged her down, "Did you provoke Song Xiaolan?"
Zhao Yi was not happy: "Don't speak so harshly, provoking is not an appropriate word."
"Don't forget who Brother Qi is, and Sister Hua."
"He's not married, I'm not married, and we hit it off, how did it become a provocation? I don't agree."
"Are you that lonely? "
Yes, she was so lonely.
In this gloomy day, I don't know when it will end. If you can pull one into the water, you should pull one.
In the breeze, Zhao Yi smiled frivolously: "Older unmarried women, do you say you are lonely?"
Luo Keke wasn't worried about her affair, but he was afraid that if Brother Qi found out, he would withdraw the capital and disband the studio, and everyone would lose their jobs.
She bluntly said: "Are you lonely and won't look for ducks?"
"Too dirty."
Rocococo was so angry that he had nothing to do with her, so he left her angrily and left.
Zhao Yi continued to blow the wind on the rooftop.
Who provoked whom?
She did not admit that she provoked Song Xiaolan.
On Brother Qi's side, Zhao Yi will go all out and do it secretly, so he won't be discovered.
*
After Luo Keke reminded her, Zhao Yi realized that she did not have Song Xiaolan's WeChat or phone number.
On the second day, taking advantage of Luo Keke's absence, she secretly went to her office desk to look through the actors' information, only to find Song Xiaolan's information.
Without even blinking an eye, she sent out the addition application.
Song Xiaolan was waiting for an audition for a new play, feeling somewhat nervous, her phone vibrated and she was startled.
Swipe open and verify with WeChat friends.
¡ª¡ªYour sister.
Song Xiaolan frowned, your brother.
He didn't agree and locked the screen.
Zhao Yi was there, waiting for a long time, but the phone didn't respond, so he added it again.
This time she changed the word.
¡ª¡ª"Aunt Zhao."
Song Xiaolan also smiled on such a clear face.
agree.
Zhao Yi received the message that the other party has approved your friend application. The wind blows her bangs, and she smiles, a beautiful smile.
Song Xiaolan: "Hello, Aunt Zhao."
Zhao Yi: "Hello, little kid." (Remember this site's website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
- Previous pageCatalogNext page