Can you give me a hug? (3)
He Jichen frowned slightly, his eyes flashing inexplicably.
Yes, yes, just an apology… This excuse is simply too great!
Ji Yi secretly praised at the bottom of her heart that she had just not been too clever, while continuing to speak to He Jichen: “Although the people under the thousand singers did do a lot of small actions for me, I shouldn’t have done that yesterday. After all, the crew is not my home. I temporarily let the whole crew adjust the progress of filming, which has brought other actors the same and brought a lot of trouble to the crew. I am really sorry.”
It turned out that the reason behind the three “nos” she hadn’t thought of vetoing was just such a reason… He Jichen’s heart was full of joy again, and the dimness just dyed between her eyebrows was wiped out in an instant, Even the voice of the voice softened a lot: “Things are over, don’t care.”
Probably, he didn’t expect He Jichen to have such a good temper. Ji Yi was stunned for a while, and then quietly raised his eyelids and glanced at the man.
He took the egg fried rice she brought out of the packing bag, and his left hand was licking the lid of the packing box.
Ji Yi quickly reached out to help. She saw He Jichen’s left hand inconvenience in the restaurant. When the waiter packed it, she specially asked her to take a spoon.
She found the spoon in the packing bag, wiped it with a paper towel, scattered the fried rice with eggs, and digging it with the spoon before handing the spoon to He Jichen.
He Jichen, who had taken a glance at the series of actions she had just taken, didn’t take the spoon.
Ji Yi looked up at He Jichen wonderingly, the man’s expression did not change much as usual, or the old, cold and cold look, but there was a faint smile in his eyes.
Ji Yi was stunned, and hadn’t had time to determine whether he had taken a look. He Jichen had already settled all his expressions and reached out his hand to draw the spoon from her fingertips.
During the entire process of He Jichen’s meal, Ji Yi has been staying by.
When she waited for his spoon to dig the rice, she would take the initiative to reach out and help him scatter the rice.
The two cooperated with each other. Although there was still not much conversation, the atmosphere was very harmonious.
Seeing a box of fried rice with eggs, at the end, Ji Yi got up and went to the water bar in the room to help He Jichen cook a cup of hot coffee. When he came back, the man had stopped eating and placed it directly on the table. Mobile phone screen, typing words.
When Ji Yi put the coffee lightly in front of He Jichen, the man raised his head and looked at her, pointed at the sofa next to him, whispered “Wait for me”, then bowed his head and faced The left hand of the phone screen was pressed quickly.
Just inadvertently, Ji Yi glanced at He Jichen’s mobile phone screen and saw that he was replying to an email, knowing that he was processing work, and sat silently, waiting.
She watched He Jichen use her cell phone, and then remembered that she hadn’t touched her cell phone all day, so she felt it from her pocket.
Unlocking the screen, Ji Yi habitually entered WeChat, ignoring a series of group message reminders. Ji Yi swipes down the screen. After returning to the message she just sent from Tanghua, she saw the familiar name at the bottom of the screen: Brother Yu Guang.
There are two unread messages.
The time display was sent more than one o’clock in the morning last night.