Zhao Yi lowered her head, walked through the fan group, and came to Rococo's side. The brim of her hat couldn't block the light in her eyes. Zhao Yi was really angry when she saw it, and bumped her hard with her elbow.
Luo Ke can be regarded as a fan, but it doesn't matter, his eyes cannot be separated from Ouyang Ming.
Zhao Yi was so angry that he didn't hit one place.
A good-for-nothing guy.
She bumped again, and Luo Keke turned around, looked up, and found that it was Zhao Yi, who was too scared to speak, and lowered his head, not knowing what to do.
It's neither skipping work nor being lazy, it's just an affair date.
That's all.
Zhao Yi suppressed the anger in her heart, and whispered: "There are paparazzi at the door opposite, follow me, and lower your head."
Luo Keke was taken aback, a little at a loss, "I"
Zhao Yi: "Follow me, don't look up."
Rococo nodded, pressed down the brim of his hat, almost couldn't see the road, he could only see Zhao Yi's heels, and then followed Zhao Yi out of the fan group
Ouyang Ming was filming, not caring about Rococo.
When the manager saw Zhao Yi pulling a Rococo-like figure, his brows and eyes were full of uneasiness. Like Zhao Yi, he was very disgusted with Rococo and Ouyang Ming's dark secret, but the love between men and women became stronger and stronger.
*
A layer of afterglow has been sprinkled outside, and the unique depression in the suburbs of Beijing is oncoming, which is in opposition to the bustle of the filming studio.
Zhao Yi and Luo Keke left the crowd and went outside. The paparazzi who had been waiting for a long time finally seized the opportunity and slapped them.
Zhao Yi was furious, but did not reprimand, and kept Rococo behind him with a cold face.
The paparazzi was also somewhat afraid of Zhao Yi, so they could complete the task by taking a few photos, so they put away the camera and greeted Zhao Yi with a smile.
"Hi Director Zhao, come to visit the class!"
Probe your head!
The paparazzi was wearing a vest, with lens caps in his pockets, glasses, and dark skin. At a glance, you can tell that it is a year of wind and rain, and the sun and rain are also hard-earned money.
Zhao Yi couldn't help but get angry with him, she just nodded politely with a cold face, which was regarded as a response.
The paparazzi knew they were bored, so they immediately flashed away.
The two got into the car, Zhao Yi stepped on the accelerator and sped away without saying a word.
Rococo crouched in the car, almost clinging to the window, not daring to look at Zhao Yi.
Zhao Yi was naturally angry, angry that she was so careless, she had clearly reminded her, but she still jumped into the fire pit.
If she didn't come, after Ouyang Ming finished filming, Rococo would definitely follow him back to the hotel, and wait to be caught in bed.
At this time, it is the rush hour for get off work, and there are too many cars on the road, which is blocked. Zhao Yi's day was full of ups and downs, and it was difficult to restrain the anger in her heart. She patted the steering wheel lightly, and her angry face was very cold, like the sharp side of a knife.
"You haven't seen the original match's power, have you? Do you want to hit the muzzle of the gun?"
Words are also like knives, piercing Rococo's heart.
Of course Rococo knows how powerful the original partner is.
Zhao Yi used to go to the United States to visit Brother Qi, but later she stopped because Brother Qi's wife gave a death order, as long as Zhao Yi dared to enter the country, she would find someone to arrest her.
Brother Qi's wife is a Chinese American with great influence. Without her family, Brother Qi would not be where he is today.
At first, Zhao Yi didn't believe it. Could it be that when I went to the United States, I must look at Brother Qi and destroy your family? Of course not, so she went anyway.
As a result, he almost lost his life.
When Rococo went to pick her up, she was covered in blood anyway, which was extremely scary.
Thinking of this, Luo Keke's spine felt a little chilled, and he shrank on the chair, not daring to speak.
Zhao Yi opened the car window, the weather at sunset was dry, and the unique chilling feeling of the suburbs of Beijing enveloped the whole world, the wind blowing in was slightly hot with a bit of sharp cold, which could blow into people's hearts.
"I'm already like this. If you have another accident, the studio will not open."
?The tone of understatement, but dragging a thousand dollars of trust, rolled in Rococo's heart. She felt so uncomfortable that her eyes immediately turned red.
Zhao Yi couldn't see her crying, and didn't want to.
The car in front started, and Zhao Yi also stepped on the accelerator. Just a few seconds later, it was an emergency brake.
"x!"
Zhao Yi was rude after a long absence. She didn't know what to do with Rococo, let alone what to do with herself. She is not qualified to teach Rococo.
Luo Keke was taken aback by her dark body, lowered her head, and said in a soft voice: "It's my fault, don't be angry"
When she said this, Zhao Yi lost her temper, but all that came up was helplessness and self-blame. If I had grabbed her in time, been a little more ruthless, and controlled her, wouldn't it be today?
Zhao Yi: "I'm not angry." After a short pause, he bit his lip, "You don't have to go this way, it's not good to be scolded by thousands of people."
Yes, that woman would be the most stupid to want to experience this kind of taste.
Luo Keke's bright eyes dimmed, tears were streaming down, but she couldn't shed them. She looked at Zhao Yi, not knowing what to defend herself.
Zhao Yi turned her face sideways and stared at her, her tone was still stern: "From this moment on, you are not allowed to see Ou Yangming, unless he divorces!"
Luo Keke didn't nod, and didn't dare to speak, he lowered his head abruptly.
*
It was rare for Song Xiaolan to have nothing to do, so she went straight back to her parents' house.
The Song family is a family of Peking Opera, and Song Xiaolan's parents are both respected elders in the literary circle. The two old men were opposed to their son's entry into the entertainment industry, and they blocked it for a long time, but they couldn't bear it and their son liked to dare to do it. Beijing opera is a business, since they have to practice basic skills since they were young, the husband and wife have only one son, and they don't want their son to suffer so much, so they relax their hearts and let him go.
Logically speaking, this Song family is a well-known family, and there is never a shortage of connections in the literary and art circles. But the husband and wife were stunned not to interfere with their son's affairs, and let the word out. No one can make a small fuss about Song Xiaolan just because of their husband and wife's face.
There is a little distance between the Beijing opera circle and the entertainment circle. Since the two old men have spoken like this, people in the circle will naturally listen. So Song Xiaolan is completely a newcomer without any resources, and the road ahead depends entirely on herself.
Zhao Yi fell in love with Song Xiaolan, partly because of this.
How interesting would it be if someone with such a clean family was with her? People in the dark, don't they want this warm and clear light? (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com