Chen Fu: [?It's midnight now in New York? Aren't you so busy that you don't have time to talk to me?]

Yin Le: [No overtime today. If you talk to my idol, I talk to you, and rounding it means I talk to my idol.]

Chen Fu:【Oh.】

Yin Le: [No more talk, the workaholic calls me again, chat back.]

Chen Fu:【Oh.】

Wait! In the middle of the night, didn’t you say you were not working overtime? Then what does the boss call her?

I sent another message, but there was no response from the other end.

A bold guess appeared in Chen Fu's heart, but he felt it was unlikely.

She knocked her head. She had been crazy these two days and was thinking about something she shouldn't have thought about.

In the afternoon, Chen Sihan and the others returned to the film and television base, and Chen Fu followed the director to another outdoor location.

There was no Xinxin chatting with her, and there was no place to help her at the scene. She was particularly bored and moved a small stool alone to sit next to her.

Jiang Shu was filming a fighting scene together. The afternoon sun was a little dazzling. Chen Fu supported her chin and squinted her eyes.

He was wearing a white brocade dress, with a long white silk ribbon tied around his waist, a piece of white mutton fat tied on it, and a white jade folding fan in his hand, with a clear edges and angular Leng Jun on his side.

There is a kind of cool and thin breath that rules the world.

Chen Fu took out the iPad from her bag and wanted to draw the scene.

But if there is anything that is a sudden disaster, it is probably now.

She was still confused about the side of the painting and the back of the painting in the next second, and then she drank the cold water from her head in full swing.

Chen Fu was stunned, and the props guy opposite was also stunned.

"Yes, yes, sorry!" The young man's face was filled with panic.

Chen Fu hesitated: "It's okay? But can I ask, is this...what water?"

"Oh, this is the camera teacher said that the ground was too dry in the afternoon, and from the lake next to it... In fact, the water is quite clean..."

The younger brother's voice became lower and lower, "Do you want to change your clothes first? This will bring you a cold."

Chen Fu looked around and saw that the scene was about assassination in the suburbs. Except for Jiang Shutong, the others were all extras, and they were all men. Ordinary staff members would not carry spare clothes with them.

It will be early evening, and the wind blows up to speed up the evaporation of water vapor and the coolness penetrates into the skin.

Chen Fu was in tears and touched her wet hair, closed her shoulders and jumped on the spot a few times.

It seems...it's even colder.

Helplessly, she slipped to the camera and found the familiar young lady in the venue, "Sister Lan, do you bring extra clothes?"

"No." The girl called Sister Lan turned around and saw Chen Fu clearly, "What's wrong with you?"

The prop brother came out from behind and raised his hand and said, "I accidentally splashed water on Screenwriter Shen."

"No one brings clothes," Feng Jie looked very embarrassed. "Today, the extras are all rough men, and you don't have any trouble wearing them. There are few people following this scene, and there are not even many costumes. You can find a towel to wipe your hair first, and I'll ask the costume teacher for you."

Chen Fu nodded, as if she had already expected the tragic ending of her cold and fever.

Jiang Shutong came down from the Wiya and saw Chen Fu crouching her shoulders and squatting in the corner of the studio, holding a towel and wiping her hair pitifully.

She was wearing a gray linen coarse clothing on her shoulders. The shirt she was wearing was soaked. A thin layer was pressed against her body, and the graceful figure of the girl could be vaguely seen.

Jiang Shutong frowned, "What's going on?"

Xiao Song didn't know either. He had just been paying attention to Jiang Shutong and didn't notice this.

Jiang Shutong had already raised his foot and half-squatted down in front of Shen Fu.

Chen Fu was trying hard to wring out the water from the towel. She felt the shadow above her head. She looked up and was stunned.

Later, he realized that he was unable to see anyone in this way. Chen Fu pulled the costume on her shoulders and shrank to the side again, wishing she could bury her head.

She looked alert, her eyes were covered with mist, and she shrank very small.

Jiang Shutong frowned even more, "Do you plan to keep covering yourself until you catch a cold?"

Chen Fu didn't speak.

Jiang Shutong seemed to have no temper, "I have a hair dryer in my car. Go change your clothes and remember to turn on the air conditioner."

"I don't have clothes." Chen Fu finally spoke in a voice, feeling very aggrieved.

After waiting for two seconds, he had not left yet, Chen Fu was almost crying.

She felt embarrassed.

"Can you stop here?"

“…”

Jiang Shutong was silent for two seconds, and when he looked at her pitiful look, his heart softened, "I have it, wear mine."

The author has something to say: trailer: I'm going to have a hug next chapter. (*￣︶￣)

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I forgot to send a red envelope (I misunderstood QvQ) yesterday and sent it together with today's one. There are 50 chapters too!

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