Fang Che on the side looked at Ye Chumu like this and couldn't help but ask, "What are you painting?"
"My graduation project, doesn't it look good?"
"It's almost meaningless."
If someone else had said this, Ye Chumu would have cursed her a long time ago. If the guy sitting next to her wasn't a celebrity and unfamiliar with her, she was embarrassed. She put away the design draft, leaned on the chair, and looked out the window quickly.
The mobile roadside construction thought: This man looked quite good-looking and heart-warming last night, why does he look like this now? After thinking about it, she fell asleep. Fang Che beside her was still reading the script.
When this assistant worked, usually the celebrity would go to bed first and the assistant would sleep next, but it was different with her, and Fang Che didn't care.
"Hey, wake up, we're almost there." Fang Che pushed Ye Chumu, who was sleeping deeply. Really, is she his assistant or is he her assistant? Why should he do all the assistant's work?
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"Are you here?" Ye Chumu said, blinking his eyes that had just woken up.
"Five minutes left."
The person next to her didn't respond. Now she was in a state of relaxation. After a while, she immediately sat up straight and said, "I'm awake, I'm awake." She also patted her face from time to time to signal that she was awake.
"What time did you go to bed last night?"
"About half past three."
"You stayed up so late today on your first day at work. What were you doing at night?"
"Drawing a design draft, otherwise what else can I do?"
"Aren't you a junior?"
"yes."
"Then why do you need to draw a design draft now?"
"Prepare first so that your senior year can be more relaxed."
"Oh, it turns out."
"Hey, is it time?"
"Um."
"Okay, don't get out of the car later. I'll get down first and then hold an umbrella for you. I'll ask you to get down and then you get down. Why are there so many people!"
"How many are real fans?"
"Ah? What are you talking about?"
"Nothing, just do as you say."
"good."
The car stopped. Ye Chumu first took an umbrella and held it up. Then several staff members blocked the fans. She gave Fang Che a look and signaled him to come down.
Fang Che understood immediately, got out of the car, and then bowed to the fans to express his respect for them.
"Wow, look, Fang Che bowed to me. I knew he had noticed me a long time ago. Hahahaha, I will follow every concert and every drama of his. I am so happy."
Fan A is immersed in his own world.
"You're lying! Fang Che is obviously looking at me." Fan B was dissatisfied.
"You are all talking nonsense, the male god is obviously looking at me."
"I!"
"I!"
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"Your fans are so enthusiastic!" Ye Chumu not only sighed.
"You don't even look at my popularity."
"Narcissistic!"
"What did you say?"
"No...it's nothing," Ye Chumu's voice was very low, but she didn't expect that Fang Che could hear it. "Look, the director is waiting for you. You should apologize quickly, you are already late."
"Hey, the assistant did all this. When will it be my turn to do it?"
"Ah? OK, OK, I'll do it, I'll do it."
Because Ye Chumu was a newbie and did not know how to negotiate in the entertainment industry, his palms were constantly sweating. He walked to the director and bowed deeply to express his apology.
"Director, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, we didn't mean to be late, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She kept bowing as she said it.
The director was frightened and stunned by her appearance. Fang Che kept suppressing laughter at the side.