Before he saw the person, Chen Queping was confused first; when he ran into the face of the visitor, he was stunned: "Rong, Rong..." After three seconds, he straightened his tongue straight: "Teacher Rong."

The first movie broke the winning record of Class A Film Festival, and the second movie was immediately crowned with gold. Flowers were covered with brocade and oil was cooked with fire. This is the case.

Looking at the entire Chinese language and even the international film industry after the millennium, there is nothing that can surpass it.

It was also from then on that, this man became a glorious name that could not be avoided in the film industry in the 21st century.

All roads lead to Rome, some people were born in Rome, while others created Rome with one hand.

Like the latter, he is a natural actor.

The actor's reputation is as high as a champion. The two movies in his hand are well received and have been praised by official media. His reputation, even though Chen Kuping is not a person in the entertainment industry, has never heard of it. As soon as he touched the visitor, he was shocked directly to the spot.

The parasol was above the head, but it seemed to have suddenly become ineffective and failed to block the sun, which burned the eyes.

Yan Ge blinked his eyelashes slightly.

This feeling of falling from the sky is like an illusion.

But it's not an illusion-

Because he had come to her.

After coming over in three or two steps, standing still, Rong Chuo looked at Chen Queping, responding that he was lazy and half a beat slow, "Is there anything to ask her?"

After the four words were pronounced, Chen Keping couldn't hold on his face.

Although I don’t know what the relationship between these two people is, I think that since they were on the same variety show, they are some acquaintances they met. After thinking about this festival, Chen Queping calmed down and forced a smile, "...It's nothing, it's just that I listened to Yan Ge singing well in the afternoon and wanted to invite her to join our studio."

Rong Chuo's voice was falling down, his eyes were lowered, and his eyes swept over and asked Yan Ge: "Will you?"

Yan Ge shook his head: "I don't want to."

He responded, his voice as if it was floating from his throat, and then turned to Chen Queping.

Chen Queping: "..."

If it's all like this, what else can it do?

Before, even if he had 100,000 people wanted to join the group, now that the man is willing to protect him, he would not have to keep thinking about this.

Chen Kuping left and the atmosphere became relaxed. Yan Ge breathed a sigh of relief and raised his face to her idol, "Mr. Rong Chuo."

"Um."

Her eyelashes flashed slightly, "...Why are you here?"

"I'm passing by."

“…”

So, he passed by and took a break for her.

Yan Ge whispered thank you.

The man ignored her.

Then her eyes drifted, and she saw the familiar Cayenne stopping on the side of the road, in a deep, dark streamlined shape.

The car window landed, and the driver Lao Fang greeted someone in the car, "Sir Rong, Miss Xiao Yan."

"Miss Xiaoyan" also greeted Lao Fanghe with kindness: "Hello, Master Fang."

Lao Fang was immediately happy.

How polite a child.

More than half a month ago, he mentioned his surname casually, and the child remembered it so clearly.

Compared with this master, it is really a world, winter and spring.

I had just greeted Master Fang, but in a blink of an eye, the shadow that had been standing in front of me had turned around and left. In the twilight, the shirt and trousers were straight and trousers were straight forward, leaving only the back and clear in the sight. I don’t know if it was due to my natural temperament, but that one was formal, and when worn on him, it became as light as a thin cataract.

Yan Ge was stunned for only half a second while condensing the figure.

The handle of the umbrella was tightly pinched in the palm of her hand, and she took steps-

Chasing him.

...

The little girl got into the car, and the employer was silent-

Isn’t it a default to be silent at this time?

During the evening rush hour, traffic jams were everywhere in the capital. Lao Fang was not in a hurry to drive, so he turned his head to ask Yan Ge, "Is it better to go to the new century?"

Yan Ge nodded, opened his lips, and spoke like a spring breeze, "You have such a good memory."

Good memory is the driver's unique skill, let alone driving under this imperial city. Can you have a poor memory? Even so, after hearing this, Master Fang couldn't help but feel happy, and even driving is more energetic than usual.

One sentence makes people laugh, one sentence makes people laugh - isn't that the reason?

Speaking of which, Mr. Rong has negotiated this cooperation today. He originally wanted to go back to the Jiang family to report to Mr. Jiang. Now he has picked up the little girl and sent someone to Qingyi Garden first, but he has to go around the road.

But the words and deeds of this girl, Xiao Yan, were happy, and Lao Fang did not feel annoyed at all.

Only traffic jams are not satisfactory.

From the car that got on the road at around five o'clock, I stopped and stopped along the way to Qingyi Garden, and encountered traffic jams and rear-end collisions, and it was still halfway by six o'clock. It was also coincidental that the weather in summer was extremely arrogant and unreasonable. When Yan Ge left the exhibition center, the evening was still hot and hot. At this time, the dark clouds were rolling and changing the sky, the evening breeze was cool and roaring, and the crackling water droplets finally came down.

The raindrops blow from the wind and stick to the lines on the car window. When the green wine and red lights filter into the rain curtain, they instantly become vague lights and shadows. When passing through the traffic or figures, they are like bytes on paper that are stained with water, blurred and unclear.

I can't see clearly no matter how I see it.

Unable to see outside clearly, Yan Ge retracted his gaze.

Looking sideways, she glances gently.

Seeing him sitting with his legs folded, his eyes looked straight ahead, as if he was looking at something, his eyes were light.

It's like - not watching anything.

In the suffocating and confined space, the needle can be smelled, and her mouth can be heard.

"Mr. Rong Chuo."

There was no response, but he heard it.

Because she spoke out the next time, Rong Chuo looked at her.

The sudden look at each other was like a clinking cup in a vacuum, and it was abrupt.

Silence also has substance, like a transparent horn, blocking what you want to say.

After a moment of pause, Yan Ge asked the original brewing words, "...I want to know when will the filming of "Gu Yan" start?"

It has been rumored for a long time that her idol will act in this movie. Because the original author is the Nobel Prize winner in Literature and the director also won the Oscar. Therefore, although it has not been officially announced that the actor Rong will come to play "Guo Yan", Ronghua is very convinced.

Not to mention the other person: Even if you look at the whole of China, you can't find a second more suitable person to play.

Nothing is more suitable, only the most suitable.

However, the rumors spread for more than half a year, but there was no official announcement, nor the start-up news - the velvet flowers couldn't help but feel anxious.

The idols don’t want to open business, but they still want to chase stars!

With the courage, Yan Ge finally asked this question that troubled millions of velvet flowers.

Asked, she folded her hands on her knees and quietly waited for an answer.

After two seconds, Rong Chuo withdrew his gaze and said something.

"have no idea."

“…”

But before I knew it, the traffic flow gradually became smoother and Qingyi Garden arrived.

The rain has not stopped at this time. On the contrary, the rain curtain is dense and like a waterfall. The strong wind blows the rain and fog is in an uproar, and the trend is getting heavier and heavier.

Like in the heavy rain, the street lights are bright, but they are still blurred.

Yan Ge first turned on the flashlight of the mobile phone and took the folding umbrella. She said goodbye to Master Fang in the front row with the man sitting behind her, then held the umbrella, folded her body, and walked forward.

She is still a ladylike demeanor in such a dark storm.

Gentle and heavy, elegant and elegant.

I was holding the light in my hand, but the light spreads in the rain, and it was unknown.

Behind her, Rong Chuo looked straight at the shadow, his eyes darkened.

The driver Lao Fang fell in the driver's seat and looked at the figure walking in the rain, feeling a little worried.

It’s about the same age as your own child, and it’s from every girl’s family. It’s like this again, and it’s so late, so it’s so worrying.

Thinking of this, I wanted to ask my employer for advice. He got off the car and walked a few more steps to see someone go back.

So Lao Fang turned his head and moved his lips before he wanted to speak, "Sir Rong,"

The car door closed with a "bang".

Lao Fang: "..."
To be continued...