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Chapter 62: Schedule(1/2)

A few hours later Luo Qingruan was woken up by a knock on the door.

"Here we come." Luo Qingruan got up from the bed and responded.

She struggled to find some clothes to change into, then opened the door and asked, "Who is it?"

"It's me, Sister Luo!" Jing Yan's familiar face appeared in front of her.

Luo Qingruan was slightly surprised: "Is it you?"

Originally, she thought it was Qin Zui who arranged to deliver food to her.

"Otherwise, who do you think you are?" Jing Yan joked with a smile.

Then he handed a basket of snacks to her: "Look what I brought you?"

"What?" Luo Qingruan made way for her and asked at the same time.

As Jing Yan entered the room, he said in a relaxed tone: "It's the specialty of my hometown, fresh meat mooncakes. My mother made them herself. I brought them here specially for you to try."

"Yeah, that's great. I happen to be hungry too." Luo Qingruan took the basket and took out a piece of moon cake and took a bite without hesitation.

While they were talking, Luo Qingruan led them to the living room and sat down.

Then while eating mooncakes, I went to the kitchen refrigerator to get water.

Fortunately, although Qin Zui doesn't know how to take care of others, he is considerate in other aspects.

The refrigerator was filled with food and drinks by him at some point.

Luo Qingruan took out two bottles of iced black tea, walked to the living room and handed one to Jing Yan.

"Thank you, Sister Luo!" Jing Yan smiled and said thank you.

Luo Qingruan waved her hand, then looked at her and asked, "Why are you here so early? Isn't there still one day left during the holiday?"

It won't be too late for her to come back tomorrow.

Jing Yan scratched his head and said, "What a shame, there's nothing going on at home, and they always arrange blind dates for me while I'm at home. I really couldn't stand it, so I came out."

"Really?" Luo Qingruan felt ashamed for a moment.

It seems that all the unmarried girls have similar style of painting when they go home for the holidays.

She understood instantly.

"That's right!" Jing Yan suddenly thought of something. He took his backpack next to him and took out a thick stack of documents and handed it to her: "Our agent Bosili asked me to give it to you."

Luo Qingruan took it and asked at the same time: "What is this?"

"It's just some film and television scripts, variety shows and endorsement projects. See if there's anything you like. My uncle has told you to pick whatever you like."

Jing Yan said it very casually.

Luo Qingruan was somewhat shocked when he was looking through the pile of documents.

"These endorsements...were all approached by merchants?" Her previous costume drama has not yet aired.

I still know her current popularity in the entertainment industry.

Under normal circumstances, you shouldn’t have so many projects looking for you.

Jing Yan was a little puzzled by her suspicious reaction: "Sister Luo, why do you care so much? Aren't you happy that you have the resources to come to your door?"

As an ordinary migrant worker, if I had to meet her, I would be happy to death.

"It's not..." This is not something she is happy or unhappy about, but she is worried that the reason why these resources come to her is not because of how good or worthy she is.

But because of...that guy Qin Zui.

She didn't want to be too deeply influenced by that guy, let alone rely on him, especially for her own career.

But facing Jing Yan, it was hard for her to say those words directly.

After struggling for a moment, she simply sighed and said: "Hey, forget it, it's okay, I don't have any problem!"

There is no point in thinking about useless things now, even if it is true that Qin Zui is using resources to support her.

But if she doesn’t have the strength, she won’t be able to handle it no matter how much resources she has.

If you can't catch it, it doesn't belong to you.

So no matter what, she still has to win public recognition on her own.

"That's right!" Jing Yan was relieved to see Luo Qingruan like this.

After all, only if her artist does well can she follow suit.

"Then Sister Luo, please take your time and choose. If there's nothing else, I'll go back and clean up first." Jingyan stood up and planned to leave.

Luo Qingruan nodded: "Well, you go ahead, I won't send you off."

She felt uncomfortable even if she moved her body. The torment just now was enough for her.

"It's okay." Jing Yan responded and left.

Luo Qingruan was sitting on the sofa, reading the script project and was fascinated.

I found that Bosley was really a very qualified agent.

After taking a closer look, I discovered that these projects have been carefully selected to suit me specifically.

Especially one of the film and television scripts, she liked the character of the characters in the story very much.

I can't say that he looks like her, I can only say... that he is the person she really wants to be.

The story background of the script is set in ancient times.

It tells the story of a daughter of a general who grew up in a bitter and cold place on the frontier. When she was a teenager, she returned to the capital. Because of the divine decree, she made a marriage contract with a sickly prince. She and the prince fell in love at first sight. Together, they faced the crisis of their family and country. In the end,

Finally got married.

The main storyline is not particularly novel, but the characters are particularly interesting.

Especially the heroine's free and uninhibited and tough and strong character.

Luo Qingruan just watched a few clips and already fell in love with her.

"Liao Qingyu...it's really interesting." Luo Qingruan murmured.

I secretly decided that I must give this drama a try.

‘Button——’

Suddenly there was another knock on the door outside.

Luo Qingruan was stunned for a moment, then put down the script and stood up to open the door.

"Miss Luo, this is the meal Mr. Qin ordered for you." A man wearing a black suit and sunglasses at the door handed her a beige wooden box with a serious face.

Moreover, the box's posture was very cautious as if it were holding a bomb.

Luo Qingruan couldn't help but glance at him inexplicably, then took the box and looked at it, saying it was a takeout, the packaging box was so exquisite.

When she got it in her hand, she found it was quite heavy. She couldn't help but feel speechless: "Isn't it just a meal? Isn't it so exaggerated?"

"Miss Luo doesn't like it?" the man in sunglasses suddenly asked nervously.

Luo Qingruan shook her head quickly: "No, no!"

Then she simply gave him a polite smile and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Go back and tell your boss that I thank him."

"Yes!" The man responded, then turned and left.

Luo Qingruan breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she turned back to the house and put the box on the table.

After taking off the lid, a tangy fragrance came out.

Inside is a plate of crystal dumplings.

After taking it out, he found that there was another layer underneath. Luo Qingruan opened it and saw a bowl of seafood porridge that was made of very luxurious ingredients.

"I'll go, no wonder the guy was so nervous holding the box just now."

The porridge was not sealed with a lid, so there was no spillage at all.

Luo Qingruan couldn't help but admire the man just now. At the same time, he was attracted by the smell of the food and couldn't help but lick the corners of his lips.

She simply took the script that she had just placed on the sofa, and then ate crystal dumplings and drank seafood porridge while reading the script project.

I squinted my eyes happily because of the delicious food.

Time passed very quickly.

After a few hours of eating and drinking, I had almost read the sample script.

Although there was a long list of other projects that she hadn't read yet, she had already set her sights on the female general's script.

I am determined to audition for this drama when the time comes.

"Hey! I'm really tired." Luo Qingruan stretched.

I also somewhat admire myself for holding on to my sore body and reading the script all afternoon.
To be continued...
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