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Chapter 55 Missing You

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    As soon as Zhao Yi left the set, the city of Beijing began to rain for a long time.

    The gray sky turned into pitch black, and pedestrians hurriedly stopped their pace, looking for a shelter to hide from the rain.  Maybe it was the long-lost rain, but most of the passers-by showed gratified smiles and looked up at the huge jade beads falling from the sky from time to time.

    The heavy rain moistened the dry land, using the most primitive power to give the city the most direct vitality.

    Zhao Yi got out of the taxi, ran into the studio in the rain, and stood at the door to shake off the rainwater from her bag.

    She was carrying a national-style sackcloth bag, which soaked up as soon as it got wet in the rain, and the national red became a deep palace red.

    She stood at the door and looked into the distance. The jade beads were connected in a line and cut continuously, which also blurred her vision.  The image of hiding from the rain with Song Xiaolan rolled out of my mind, adding a bit of tenderness to the rain scene in front of me.

    This heavy rain nourished the dry earth, and Song Xiaolan, like spring breeze, like sunshine and snow, also melted her heart.

    She was a little scared, afraid that Song Xiaolan would come too fast, occupy her heart, invade her mind, and make her forget her own darkness.

    People who are in the dark have not seen sunlight for a long time, and they always touch it with their hands to see if the sunlight is an illusion, even if it is an illusion, will it hurt their eyes.

    Zhao Yi had the guts to put half of his foot in the sun, and then carefully wrapped himself up, fearing that the sun would hurt him.

    But love, like this long-lost rain, is never something you can predict.

    Zhao Yi blinked her eyelids, the sadness in her heart couldn't dissipate, she took a deep breath, bent down slightly, and felt better this way.

    How can there be an arrow to turn back when you start work?

    Sister Hong, you can touch Zhao Yi, but you can't touch Song Xiaolan.

    Zhao Yi regained her senses, turned around and entered the studio.

    *

    Zhao Yi entered the office, saw several scripts on the table, took a deep breath, turned around and called Rococo.

    Rococo came in with a cup of coffee, handed it to her, and asked: "Director Zhao will go out in person, how about it, did he agree?"

    Zhao Yi crossed Erlang's legs and squeezed her shorts up to her knees, her thighs looming.  She took the coffee, took a sip, it was hot, pushed it out again, and replied naturally:

    "accepted."

    Rococo looked puzzled, "Are you sure? A newcomer, and you went to invite him in person."

    Zhao Yi frowned, looked at her, and asked coldly, "Didn't you choose someone for me?"

    Come on, Luo Keke can only shut up, and if he continues, he will only be beaten to death by Zhao Yi.

    Zhao Yi's office is all glass, only a layer of diaphragm is peeled off in the middle, but what happens inside can be seen clearly from the outside.

    Zhao Yi seldom appeared in the office dressed like this. The employees were very curious, and couldn't help but look inside when pouring water.

    Zhao Yi stood up, picked up the shawl from the chair, wrapped it around her waist, and turned it into a beautiful skirt.

    Rococo stood opposite her across the desk, waiting for her next topic.

    Zhao Yi casually flipped through the script on the table, glanced at it, and then put it down.

    "I'm on the show with Song Xiaolan, what do you think?"

    She asked so seriously that the rococo coffee almost spewed out.

    "Why?"

    Zhao Yi raised her head and twisted her neck from side to side. The exhaustion from riding the car all day was relieved. She said lightly: "The program team requested, um, it's probably more topical like this. It's so convenient" She stopped and changed to  He smiled generously and said: "The netizens can scold me again, maybe we can still be on the hot search?"

    She laughed at herself on the surface, but she was bitter in her heart.

    Zhao Yi will not accept any programs other than interviews.

    Rococo was very vigilant, immediately smelled something unusual, and woke her up a little anxiously: "Don't touch newcomers, your reputation is bad enough."

    Zhao Yi smiled like a prostitute, with provocative fire in her eyes, looking into Rococo's eyes, not guilty at all.

    "It's all that bad, and I don't care how bad it is." He hooked Rococo's chin with his hand again: "Don't you think so?"

    Luo Keke was about to beat her up, but Zhao Yi avoided it: "You don't have a good eye for picking scripts now, um" She looked around and found no one, so she said, "Break up as soon as possible, or your IQ will be delayed."

    Rococo's hidden sore spot was poked, his focused eyes began to diverge, and his raised hand stayed in midair.

    Seeing this, Zhao Yi was about to tell her about being photographed, but when another employee knocked on the door, she stopped talking and pushed Luo Ke away with her elbow.?.

    "Someone is here, come back to your senses."

    Luo Keke regained consciousness, Zhao Yi opened the door, and a male colleague named Bei Bei came in.

    *

    Beibei: "Director Zhao, the opening song is ready, can you listen to it?"

    Director Zhao nodded, took the mobile phone that Beibei handed over, and pressed the play button.

    The people in the studio have already figured out Zhao Yi's preferences thoroughly, and chose a lyrical song that is partial to Japanese.  Zhao Yi felt a sense of urgency for several days, and after the melody floated into her ears, she found a moment of relief.

    Rococo looked slightly smug, and asked her in a low voice: "Is it ok? I chose it." She looked like she was asking for compliments.

    Zhao Yi said as she wished, "Great!"

    Beibei's expression also eased a lot, Rococo winked at him, meaning: Look, I'm sure you're right.  Beibei smiled foolishly, and continued to wait for Zhao Yi to draw a conclusion.

    When it comes to the chorus part, the melody speeds up, and wind chimes are added, reminiscent of midsummer wind chimes and clear rivers, and the heart is cool and light.

    Zhao Yi's eyebrows were completely stretched, and a warm smile was drawn on her lips.

    Rococo and Beibei's hearts were finally stabilized, and they looked at each other and nodded.

    Zhao Yi returned the phone to Bei Bei, "By the way, we haven't gone out for a long time. If the response to this drama is good, let's go to Japan."

    Rococo smiled, "Really? When did you become so generous?"

    "Then forget it, don't go."

    "Hey, don't!"

    Luo Keke hugged Zhao Yi's arm and coaxed her with a smile: "I was just joking, don't, let's go to Japan, when will we go, we can prepare everything for you!" She turned her head and said to Bei  Bay said: "Yes, you heard it too, you have to testify!"

    Beibei smiled innocently and nodded: "Yes, I heard it!"

    *

    Luo Keke and Beibei quarreled in Zhao Yi's office for a while before leaving. Zhao Yi closed the door and regained her senses. She flipped through her phone, found Ouyang Ming's number, and dialed it.

    Ouyang Ming didn't want to answer Zhao Yi's call, so he pushed the phone to his agent, but the agent didn't dare to answer it, so he pushed it to him.

    Ou Yangming had no choice but to put a smile on his face, "Hey, Director Zhao, hello, hello"

    Zhao Yi didn't talk nonsense, her chin was set, her posture was casual, but her eyes were a little sharp: "Don't see my people in the near future."

    Ouyang Ming expected that she was talking about this matter, and he was prepared to cater to her face to face.

    "Okay, we will listen to what Director Zhao said."

    Faced with such a middle-aged man who behaved to her, Zhao Yi felt uncomfortable all over. She also knew that he was catering to her on the surface, and she didn't intend to refute him, so she reminded him coldly: "Your wife is following you.  my people."

    Ouyang Ming was startled slightly, feeling guilty, and asked in a low voice: "Director Zhao, do you know something?"

    Since he asked, Zhao Yi will tell him and let him clean up by himself.

    "The paparazzi has been taking pictures of you, don't you know? Hurry up and get the pictures back, otherwise you may have to leave the house without leaving the house."

    Zhao Yi said it as if it had nothing to do with her, leisurely, but it hit Ouyang Ming's heart heavily.

    Ouyang Ming asked Zhao Yi for the reporter's information, and quickly hung up the phone.

    Zhao Yi had settled the matter of the photo a long time ago, but felt that Ouyang Ming had provoked this matter, so he couldn't be made so comfortable, he had to bleed and spend some money.

    *

    Zhao Yi put down her mobile phone, casually leaned back on the sofa, closed her eyes and prepared to rest for a while.

    Sometimes she would think, just close the studio, why worry about so many things?  But she didn't want to be looked down upon and forgotten by this circle.

    What's more, what can Zhao Yi do under Brother Qi's nose?

    Zhao Yi rubbed her temples. When she wanted to smoke, she got up to look for a cigarette. When she found it, she lit one. Just as she was about to smoke, a message came from her phone.

    Song Xiaolan's.

    "It's raining in Beijing."

    Zhao Yi frowned with a smile, and replied: "Well, it's very big."

    Song Xiaolan asked again: "Is it the same as that night?"

    Zhao Yi was stunned, pressed the cigarette in his hand, and replied: "I miss you." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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