"Okay." Zhuoran answered simply, "If you need any help, just call me. I'm glad to meet you as a friend."
"Thank you. I...me too."
"So..." Zhuoran smiled, "If your 'friend who writes novels' has new works, I'd be very interested."
Chu Xiaochen knew that he had already guessed that the so-called "friend who wrote novels" was herself, and smiled, "Whenever she has new works, I will definitely show them to you."
"Then it's settled."
"good."
"I know you are very busy, so I won't disturb you." Zhuo Ran paused, "The entertainment industry is not like other circles. Although Lin Xiangwan and I look very similar, everything else is completely different. I can find your
Similarly, others must be able to do it too, so...be careful."
These words are very sincere.
Chu Xiaochen was filled with gratitude, "Thank you, Mr. Zhuo...Zhuo Ran, I will remember it."
"goodbye."
Zhuoran hung up the phone.
Listening to the busy tone on the other end of the phone, Chu Xiaochen let out a long breath.
Before, she always thought that the most difficult job in the world was to be undercover, but now it seems that she was wrong.
What's more difficult than the bedroom is being a fake.
Turning to look in the direction of Chu Le's ward, Chu Xiaochen raised his hand and rubbed his slightly sore temples.
I hope this will end as soon as possible. Now she really doubts her peaceful life before.
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Inside the western restaurant.
The music flowed like water. Qiao Wei sat in the most luxurious independent couple's seat on the second floor. She took out her makeup mirror and looked at her face again.
This was the first time that Luo Jun took the initiative to invite her to dinner, and of course she dressed up specially.
Hearing the footsteps going upstairs, Qiao Wei immediately turned her face and saw Luo Jun walking up the stairs. She quickly stood up and walked over to help him.
Luo Jun raised his right hand and held her at arm's length, "You should know my personality."
Qiao Wei smiled and took back her palm, "Of course I know that a proud emperor doesn't need anyone's help, right?"
Luo Jun shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, walked up the last two steps, and sat on a chair. Han Qing, who was walking behind him, immediately took his crutches.
"Let's serve."
Luo Jun spoke calmly, and Han Qing made a gesture to the waiter.
When the waiters were preparing to serve the food, Qiao Wei immediately picked up the box containing the vinyl record and carefully brought it to him.
"Then...this is the record I talked about yesterday."
Luo Jun raised his hand to take the box, opened it, and took a look.
Seeing the damaged record, he immediately lost interest and returned the record to Qiao Wei.
Yes, he has always been fond of vinyl records, but what he really cares about is the music inside, not the vinyl records themselves. Qiao Wei's mother obviously confused this concept.
A vinyl record that is too damaged to be listened to, no matter how valuable it is, has no meaning to Luo Jun.
Qiao Wei originally thought that he would be very happy when he came here for a record, but she didn't expect that he just glanced at it and then backed away. She couldn't help but feel disappointed. Seeing him bring the box over, she had no choice but to reach out and pick it up.
Seeing the bloody scab on the back of her hand, Luo Jun explored his palm and pinched her wrist with two fingers.
Pulling her hand in front of him, he looked at the back of her hand carefully.
