"Mo Changhuan! Didn't you say that the role of Meng Lian has been decided on for you? Then why is it Zhou Kening who was notified today! The contract prepared by the company belongs to Tang Zhixi!"
Yang Qing, who received the news early in the morning, called Mo Changhuan to the company and cursed him.
Yang Qing hasn't been so angry for a long time. Everyone who was listening to the excitement outside the office was scared away.
"I, I don't know. Yesterday, yesterday the director was very satisfied with my performance and kept praising me. Tang Zhixi came out as soon as she entered. After that, she decided on the role. I thought, I thought it was me." Mo Changhuan's eyes were filled with tears.
With tears hanging down her face, her voice became smaller and smaller.
"Trash! You can't even get a second female lead. You spend all day with that producer. Isn't he also an investor? Apart from letting him sleep with you, what have you got?" Who got that role?
Yang Qing would not be so angry, but this person must not be Tang Zhixi, nor Zhou Kening's artist. "We are tired of being together all day long, and we don't even know that we are being photographed. In order to suppress the news, we are all company flowers."
Qian PR."
"He, he was on a business trip yesterday and was not here." Mo Changhuan choked.
"He is a producer, and when he decides on a role, does it have a lot to do with whether he is here or not?" Yang Qing rubbed her temples, wishing she could beat her up, "Trash! He doesn't know how to rely on someone even if he has a backer. Call him now.
, ask him to give you that role!”
"good."
"You are just thinking about being famous. It's just a dream! It's an afterthought. It can be done secretly. Now the company contract is ready."
Yang Qing still had to take care of An Ting. Tang Zhixi was the person that An Ting wanted to support. She secretly arranged for everyone to turn a blind eye. But now, everything is on the surface, and An Ting
It's hard to explain there.
But Mo Changhuan alone can definitely not influence the change of roles. The producer obviously didn't take her seriously, and he didn't even have a conflict with the director and screenwriter because of her.
"What are you still doing standing here! Go make a phone call!" Yang Qing became angry when he looked at Mo Changhuan.
"I'll go right away." Mo Changhuan ran out of the office crying.
Yang Qing pressed her temples and calmed down for a while before picking up her phone and making a call.
**
Tang Zhixi didn't rest since she got home. She sat on the sofa with her computer in her arms and didn't move for a long time.
At around eight o'clock, I received a call from Zhou Kening, telling her that she had passed the audition and that she would be asked to sign the contract the day after tomorrow.
Zhou Kening was very excited and asked her to read the script carefully for a while and asked her to take a good rest, recharge her batteries and take care of her skin.
Although Tang Zhixi's voice was a bit cold, she responded patiently.
After that, I hung up the phone and started tapping on the computer again.
It wasn't until about three o'clock in the afternoon that she closed the computer, went to the kitchen to pour a glass of wine, and then went back to the bedroom to take a shower and catch up on her sleep.
As a result, after five o'clock, I was woken up again by the ringing of my mobile phone.
Without opening her eyes, she directly reached for her phone from the bedside table and answered it: "What's wrong?"
Ye Hanzhi listened to her hoarse voice, paused and asked, "Sleeping?"
"Um."
"Then go to sleep first." Ye Hanzhi's voice became softer, "We'll talk about it when we wake up."
"Are you back?" Tang Zhixi opened her eyes and looked at the time, her eyes were still very red.
"Hmm." Ye Hanzhi felt something wrong as her voice sounded hoarse, "Did you catch a cold?"
"Um?"
The curtains were drawn in the bedroom, making the room very dark. Tang Zhixi lay on her side on the bed, covered with a quilt, with only half of her face exposed. She opened her eyes and looked at the time, then closed them again.
"Open the door for me." There was a sound of opening the door from Ye Hanzhi's side, and he said after a moment, "I'm at the door."
Tang Zhixi was silent for two seconds and then responded. She stood up and pulled a coat from the cabinet and put it on her body.
The door opened, and Ye Hanzhi stood outside, wearing a familiar white shirt and black trousers. He glanced at Tang Zhixi, who was wearing a coat over her pajamas, and then his eyes fell on her face.
"Just got home?" Tang Zhixi leaned against the door, her nightgown almost reaching her knees, with two white legs exposed underneath.
"Um."
Ye Hanzhi looked at her red eyes and pale face. For a moment, he reached out and wanted to touch her forehead with the back of his hand.
Tang Zhixi subconsciously hid back.
Ye Hanzhi: "Don't move."
Tang Zhixi stopped moving.
Ye Hanzhi touched her forehead with his finger. It was very hot: "You have a fever."
Tang Zhixi also raised her hand and touched it. Her hand was also very hot and she didn't touch anything. She didn't care much and said: "Maybe."
She turned sideways to let Ye Hanzhi in and poured herself a glass of water.
The cold water flowed through her throat, and she felt a lot more awake.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Ye Hanzhi looked at her and drank a glass of cold water.
"No." Tang Zhixi said, "It's okay, just sleep at night and you'll be fine. I'll change clothes and treat you out to eat."
This is an attitude of not taking yourself seriously.
Ye Hanzhi looked at her red eyes and could feel how uncomfortable she was, and suddenly he gathered a breath of energy: "Tang Zhixi."
Tang Zhixi, who was called by his name for the first time, raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes a little surprised and a little confused.
Seeing her like this, Ye Hanzhi swallowed what he said and spoke in a much gentler voice: "We'll talk after dinner. Come over and sit down first."
Tang Zhixi paused for two seconds, then slowly walked to the sofa and sat down.
Ye Hanzhi sat down next to her, a little distance away: "Give me your hand."
Tang Zhixi glanced at him, a little confused, but still stretched out her hand.
Quite obedient. Ye Hanzhi thought to himself as he held her wrist and brought it to him. Then he supported her hand with the back of his hand and put it on his leg. The other hand was on her
on the veins.
He will take your pulse.
Tang Zhixi looked at his hands and stared at his fingertips. His fingers were very long and thinner than those of ordinary boys, but they were not feminine and were very delicate and beautiful.
The gaze was too explicit. Ye Hanzhi couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips. He knew that when a little girl likes to see something, she will stare at it, naked.
"Tell me the truth, what's wrong with you?" Ye Hanzhi asked in a cold voice, quite oppressive.
But it had no effect on Tang Zhixi. Her eyes were still on his hands and she said: "I don't feel uncomfortable, I just feel sleepy. I didn't sleep well."
"I'm catching a cold."
"Oh." Tang Zhixi paused and said, "Can you still take your pulse?"
"I know a lot of things." After Ye Hanzhi finished speaking, he let go of his hand on her pulse, and lightly flicked her wrist with his index and middle fingers, "I'll find out later."
He called Lu Shang and asked him to bring some medicine. Then he went to the kitchen to boil water. As if he was afraid that Tang Zhixi would drink cold water, he took the kettle away from the coffee table.
Tang Zhixi looked at his back and touched her wrist. After a while, she laughed briefly, then sat on the sofa and closed her eyes.
When Ye Hanzhi boiled the water and came out, Tang Zhixi was already asleep, and slept soundly.
A person who is usually so vigilant, he walked around and even covered her with a blanket without waking up.
Ye Hanzhi didn't call her, he just kept guarding her and watching her.