Chapter 4: Extremely excited, aware of something fishy
The elevator is not small, but Song Wei feels that the air is a little thin.
After regaining consciousness, Song Wei quickly averted her gaze and bit her lip gently, but couldn't help but glance at Qi Lin with her peripheral vision, wanting to ask him which floor he was going to, but she was too embarrassed to do so.
Make a sound.
At this moment, Qi Lin glanced at the people in the opposite corridor and said sternly: "Close the door!"
"Okay." Song Wei subconsciously pressed the door button.
After making sure the door was closed, Qi Lin breathed a sigh of relief, but his body swayed involuntarily. Fortunately, he reached out in time to hold the armrest next to him.
"Sir, which floor are you going to?" The stern tone just now made Song Wei realize that Qi Lin didn't seem to be in a particularly good mood, and she didn't say anything else.
"First floor." Qi Lin spoke very concisely.
Looking down at the elevator that had already pressed the button on the first floor, Song Wei secretly puffed up her cheeks, regretting that the conversation ended at this point.
It's just that Song Wei's little eyes are still drifting uncontrollably towards Qi Lin, who is wearing dark blue trousers, white shirt, and handsome face. It seems that there is no change from before, but some traces of the years have been left, and he has become more interesting.
It tastes like fine wine that has settled.
Time passed faster than expected, and before Song Wei could recover, the elevator had already arrived.
Song Wei, who was standing nearby, pressed the elevator button to let Qi Lin go out first.
"Thank you." Qi Lin said and walked out quickly.
She moved so quickly that she didn't give Song Wei a chance to say thank you, but she found that Qi Lin's steps seemed a little staggering.
Noticing this, Song Wei subconsciously raised his eyebrows, recalled Qi Lin's state just now, and followed him with some uneasiness.
Qi Lin's expression changed slightly when he noticed that Song Wei was following him, and his pace became faster.
Song Wei, who noticed Qi Lin's behavior, understood that the other party had misunderstood her.
Just when Song Wei was hesitating whether to follow him, Qi Lin, who was shaking a little, bumped into the waiter next to him.
"I'm sorry, sir, are you okay, sir?" The waiters here are all professionally trained. Although they were a little surprised when they recognized Qi Lin, they still remained calm.
"It's okay." Qi Lin said coldly and wanted to walk out of the club.
"Sir, we have a place to rest here. Do you want me to open a room for you to have a rest? Our security here is very strict. No one will come in. You can rest assured about privacy." Looking at Qi Lin's figure, that
The waiter thought he was drunk and stretched out his hand to him while talking.
Song Wei, who was standing not far away, saw this scene and was about to leave.
But Qi Lin waved down the waiter's help: "No, thank you."
Not only Song Wei was surprised, but the waiter was also surprised, but his professionalism made him ask: "Sir, do you need us to send someone to take you back?"
"No need." After saying that, Qi Lin walked out without hesitation.
Although the waiter felt that Qi Lin's reaction was strange, he didn't say anything more. After bending down to see him off, he went to do other work.
Song Wei bit her lip, paused for two seconds, then turned around and followed.
When passing by the small garden at the entrance of the club, Qi Lin's body shook violently and fell directly to the side.
Song Wei quickly ran over and tried to hold him up.
Unexpectedly, Qi Lin took advantage of the situation and pushed Song Wei against the wall behind him with one hand. He took a breath and his face looked a little bad, but his eyes were alert and serious, and he spoke with a questioning tone.
Mouth: "Who are you? What do you want to do with me?!"
The sudden movement startled Song Weiwei to jump.
After regaining consciousness, Song Wei quickly explained: "I'm not a paparazzi, I'm a fan of you, Movie Emperor Qi. I just saw that you, Movie Emperor Qi, were not in the right state, and I was a little worried, so I followed you."
"My fans?" Qi Lin did not put down his guard immediately.
"Yeah, yeah." Song Wei nodded vigorously.
Qi Lin looked down at Song Wei and looked at her carefully, weighing in his mind whether what she said was true or false.
The two of them were so close that their breaths were almost intertwined.
The moment she looked at Qi Lin, Song Wei's heart almost stopped. Those dark and deep eyes were like whirlpools that could suck people's souls in. She wanted to look away, but her eyes couldn't.
It involuntarily crossed Qi Lin's nose and thin lips, and then she swallowed subconsciously.
After realizing what she had done, Song Wei's face turned red and she panicked and looked towards the grass not far away.
Qi Lin also confirmed that Song Wei was not lying.
Qi Lin retracted his hand and was about to turn around and leave when he was suddenly pulled by Song Wei again. Already a little dizzy, he threw himself into Song Wei's arms and accidentally knocked his head on the wall behind him.
The sound of duang was particularly clear.
Song Wei, who was stunned for a second, quickly apologized and reached out to see Qi Lin's forehead where he was hit: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it. Movie Emperor Qi, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, what's wrong?" Qi Lin tilted his head to avoid Song Wei's hand and asked.
"There are reporters opposite, and I just saw the flash." Song Wei said softly.
Upon hearing this, Qi Lin's expression instantly darkened.
Looking at Qi Lin's expression, Song Wei immediately explained: "Best actor Qi, I didn't know there were paparazzi outside. If I had known, I would never have followed you so casually."
"It's none of your business." Qi Lin said lightly, his deep eyes not knowing what he was thinking about.
After confirming that Qi Lin was indeed not angry, Song Wei quietly breathed a sigh of relief and suggested: "Best actor Qi, why don't you go back to the club first, call your assistant and ask him to drive over to pick you up? Since that paparazzi took the photo, he must be acknowledging it.
Once you come out, I will always follow you."
Turning his head to look at the low-key and luxurious club, Qi Lin shook his head.
Although Song Wei was a little confused about Qi Lin's insistence on leaving, she didn't say much, but Qi Lin's shaking body made her uncontrollably worried.
What if someone with bad intentions takes advantage of this opportunity and will do this or that to Qi Yingdi...
Even if you know that your idea is absurd, the world is full of wonders and must be treated with caution.
So Song Wei still followed Qi Lin, raised her head and asked tentatively: "Where is your assistant's car, Movie Emperor Qi? I'll take you there."
Qi Lin didn't say anything but just stared at Song Wei.
"I don't mean anything, and it's not an illegitimate affair. I just think it's not safe for you, Movie Emperor Qi, to walk alone in your current state." Under Qi Lin's gaze, Song Wei's voice became softer and quieter.
"My assistant has gone back." Qi Lin suddenly said.
"Ah? Then how are you leaving, Movie Emperor Qi?" Song Wei frowned when she heard this.
"Take a taxi."
"it's not good?"
With Qi Lin's current reputation, if he takes a taxi, he will probably be recognized by the driver. If the reporter who just took the photo catches up again, Boxin will definitely be busy again tomorrow.
But Qi Lin was obviously determined to leave.
Seeing her idol's resolute attitude, Song Wei took out a well-packaged mask from her bag: "Well, Movie Emperor Qi, please put the mask on, this one is brand new."
Logically speaking, Qi Lin should not accept things from others casually, but it seems that he has no choice at the moment.
Song Wei's eyes lit up when she saw her mask being taken over, but she still tried hard to control her expression to appear calm and collected, then took out another mask from her bag and put it on her face
, when he looked up, he found that Qi Lin was still unpacking the mask.
While tearing up the packaging bag, Qi Lin's hands shook several times and his body fell to one side.
"Actor Qi!" Song Wei quickly stretched out her hand to support Qi Lin: "Actor Qi, are you okay?"
Qi Lin, who was getting more and more dizzy, pinched the center of his eyebrows, but there was no improvement at all.
Realizing that Qi Lin's body weight was all on her, Song Wei understood that Qi Lin's condition must be abnormal, but she didn't know why Qi Lin was like this.
Perhaps because they stayed too long, the waiters at the entrance of the club came over to ask about the situation.
Behind him were two men in suits and ties, who seemed to be personal bodyguards.
