Author: Jiufangyu

"The company is really keen. But Brother Qian, yesterday I talked about opening a studio. I want to ask if this conflicts with re-signing the contract?"

"Yan Cheng?" Qian Yu did not grasp the key to opening the studio, but instead felt something was wrong.

"I spent most of the day moving yesterday, and it was almost dinner time when I arrived at the place. Are you chatting with Yan Cheng while eating cakes at night?"

"…Yes." Zhong Jiuyin opened her mouth and nodded as he provided the words.

Qian Yu: "Then have you talked about the rumors on the Internet? Now there are news that you two seem to be in love. He is still contacting you at this stall, so why don't you mention it?"

"That's really not." Zhong Jiuyin recalled the phone call before going to bed yesterday, and they did not mention this topic.

Qian Yu was puzzled: "How could it be? Then what are you talking about, social development and industry prospects? He deliberately?"

“We’re talking about jerky tasting.”

Qian Yu: "…I think you both have some problems."

He cursed and hung up the phone, seriously suspected that Yan Cheng would be interested in Zhong Jiuyin. It was not because he had glaucoma, but because he was not normal.

Zhong Jiuyin shrugged. Brother Qian was like Guo Mingli, with a small flaw. He was very irritable when he was busy with work. Before he could talk about what he should talk about, he unilaterally cut off the communication.

No…a subtle feeling flashed through her mind.

But if she wanted to say something was wrong, she couldn't summarize it clearly in words. In short, something was wrong with her thoughts just now.

Strangely, this kind of flash of intuition has become more and more frequent and obvious recently.

Zhong Jiuyin frowned and walked into the room. He pulled out his pen cap and wrote a few keywords that he barely pasted in his diary.

It was quite good to learn from the original owner to write a diary, and she gradually fell in love with this habit.

Things that you can’t figure out and things that are worth remembering can be written in a few words. It doesn’t matter if you don’t figure it out now. Maybe you will suddenly realize it one day later.

…

While Zhong Jiuyin was writing a diary slowly and enjoying the peace of the house, the outside world was already in full swing.

Ai Yuanyuan finished her work and was interviewed during the break.

It is very tiring to deal with some entertainment journalists. They are not under control. They often deliberately ask topics that have nothing to do with the matter and they are not related to themselves. Occasionally, you can hear a certain celebrity pulling his face and throwing the microphone away.

But Ai Yuanyuan didn't expect that she would encounter it. During her business interview, two reporters insisted on asking her: "It is reported online that Zhong Jiuyin and Yan Cheng are suspected of being in love. Do you know the inside story?"

"Did you know about Zhong Jiuyin's suicide in advance? Is her private personality very different from the ones she has?"

"Have you ever contacted Zhong Jiuyin privately? Are your relationships really good in private?"

Zhong Jiuyin and Zhong Jiuyin, all of which are Zhong Jiuyin.

Ai Yuanyuan and her agent looked neither good-looking. She held back her unhappy attitude and said politely that she didn't know or understand, and did not want to answer these questions that offend others' privacy.

After the interview, they returned to the car, and Ai Yuanyuan couldn't help but want to cry.

"It's okay," the agent comforted her, "they're all over the world, and familiar people will be asked."

But the level of this group of reporters is indeed not high. It was obviously their business activity interview, but as a result, they spent half of their time asking about Zhong Jiuyin.

"That shouldn't be so confident. I don't think I'm so afraid that I can treat it casually?" Ai Yuanyuan's nasal cavity felt sour.

"I don't want to be jealous, really, but I think I've done a good job, but it's not as good as their scandal or one character."

The agent wanted to speak but stopped him, but she stopped him from speaking.

"Sister, you don't need to persuade me. I know the importance of it. I just complain and I'll finish it."

Ai Yuanyuan even shed tears and kept her head and eyes open, without touching her makeup.

It’s easy to make up for your eye makeup but not your painting. She will have a small itinerary later. It’s best not to make makeup. This is a little habit she has learned when she has been rushing around in various unfamiliar stages in recent years.

The agent looked at her worriedly, and she controlled her voice and choked for a while, and said, "I am really a little uncomfortable. I was wondering if I am too arrogant. Actually, I didn't do well at all, so I didn't have a clock.

Jiuyin is so popular with the audience.”

"In terms of strength, I have trained for a few years and filmed movies. I don't humbly say that my business ability is better than theirs."

"In terms of emotional intelligence, I treat people well. Even if I don't match Liang Zhi's personality, I have been understanding about him. In order not to say the wrong thing, I even took him to chat and fight for the camera."

"In terms of appearance and personality, I am also a person who has been praised for being beautiful since I was a child. My personality is not annoying, right?"

"I also try my best to maintain a relationship with my fans, and the fans are very sticky."

"But why, it's just not as good as others?"

Ai Yuanyuan's voice was trembling, and these thoughts were rooted in her mind. She couldn't tell her fans, and she told her family and friends that she was afraid of being misunderstood if it was spread.

She could only think repeatedly and even give up on the conclusions-

She is a very bad person. In fact, she has no ability and can't show herself, so no one will like her.

She felt a little better after saying these words.

Ai Yuanyuan carefully wiped away tears by drawing tissues, raised her head and said, "Okay, just complain. How long will it take to get to the place?"

"About twenty minutes."

The agent looked at her in the rearview mirror, and after hesitating for a while, he still whispered to her: "Don't think that way, at least my fans and I know you are good, so don't waste your energy and get stuck in the slightest."

Ai Yuanyuan: "I know the truth."

But it is not easy to make sense without being stubborn, she can't control herself.

"Then I'll give you an example," the agent turned around and looked at her seriously, "the example of Zhong Jiuyin."

"In the past two years since she signed up for Huancheng Entertainment, she has been with an agent with an outside heart. The situation is much worse than you. She has no show, no fans, no money, and she has taken on the cover of the novel and was forced to take the job of the cover of the novel by herself.

Go and retreat.”

"She was also uncomfortable. It was not as simple as being stubborn. From being unable to think about it to actually committing suicide, she must have lived a particularly difficult life. She probably never thought that someone would envy her in half a year."

Ai Yuanyuan was stunned.

The agent slowed down his voice: "She can wait for a chance to turn things around in such a situation. How do you know that you are not possible? In the entertainment industry, popularity is a metaphysical issue. Maybe it will be your turn next time."

She pursed her lips tightly and was silent for a while, looking out the window and whispered: "It's right. No one should be jealous of her. My situation is good enough."

Outside the window, there happened to be a familiar SUV passing by. Ai Yuanyuan didn't see clearly, not sure if it was Yan Cheng inside.

The next workplace was about to arrive, and she took the time to rest and said nothing.

In the car that passed by, Sister Xu unscrewed a bottle of water and was asking Yan Cheng a question.

"What's wrong with your mouth? Have you eaten pineapple?" Yan Cheng was slightly allergic to pineapple juice, and his skin became slightly red and swollen after contact.

Yan Cheng raised his finger and rubbed it on his lips, and said lightly: "No. I went to Zhong Jiuyin's house yesterday."

"..." Sister Xu pinched her hand, and the water in the mineral water bottle was squeezed out and flowed all over her face. She suddenly sucked her breath, and the water choked directly into her throat.

"Ahem! Yes, is it what I mean?!"

Sister Xu: What I mean? You went to her house... and ate pineapple together???
Chapter completed!