Hit Love Preference

In early March, Hancheng ushered in another blizzard.

The terrain of Yunshan is high, and the temperature is five or six degrees lower than that of the Hancheng area.

The traditional clothing of Qingling is light gauze feather sleeves and silk clothes. It looks very beautiful, but it is not cold-resistant.

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Outside the camera, the little assistants who were arranged by the economic companies to take care of the trivial life of the artists were waiting carefully with their soft down jackets. The padded clothes immediately wrapped their artists tightly, with hot tea, warm baby, and electric heating bags.

Wen Ning came alone. Compared with the considerate care of other artists, she can only rely on herself in everything.

There is no need to think about the hot water bag, and I don't even have time to wear a coat.

When I recited the lines several times after that, I couldn't control the thick nasal sound. Wen Ning, who had always been able to pass one or two lines, was nagged by the director several times in a row. To make matters worse.

There are no assistants to help, and I rely solely on my own hard work to carry it, and I have never caused any trouble to everyone.

I saw her in the wrong state in the morning, and I didn't criticize some loose artists like I usually do. I just asked her to take a rest for the morning in a gentle tone to find her state. , and asked the logistics to make a cup of hot cold medicine for her by the way.

Wen Ning has been abused and blamed the most in her life. She was ready to be scolded bloody, but she was comforted in the end, little girl Holding the hot water cup, I always felt that I was holding everyone back, affecting the progress, and I blamed myself for no reason.

It stands to reason that she should take this opportunity to go back to the house to sleep and have a good rest, but the little girl blamed herself and was really uncomfortable, and found a step in the corner outside the studio to sit The corners of his eyes drooped slightly, staring at the white snow on the ground in a trance, sipping the cold medicine in the cup small sips.

When Jiang Shu's car slowly parked in front of the studio, Wen Ning's cold medicine was only half drunk.

There was a commotion in front of the door, many people greeted them and went out, and many first-line artists who did not have a role for the time being gathered around the door of the studio as if they had never seen the world.

Wen Ning is a chronic person, and she still has a low-grade fever at the moment, and her reaction is a few beats slower. Seeing everyone walking outside, she didn't get up to join in the fun, only vaguely heard someone whispering and discussing .

"They said the prince is here."

"The Jiang Group??"

"Apart from him, who else in our cold city dares to bear this name..."

"Why do you think President Jiang is here in our little broken place?"

"I don't know, but I heard that our second female No. 2 Yu Xiaoxiao is from Huaying Entertainment under Jiang's name."

"Oh my God, the backstage is tough enough, the background of the Jiang family, no wonder I heard that she thought the weather was bad and kept pushing the schedule back..."

"Isn't it right, I finally came today, and the prince came with me personally? It's too ostentatious, and the imperial concubine doesn't have this kind of treatment..."

Soon, Jiang Shu appeared in front of the door. The man was tall and straight, with a slightly open black coat and white snowflakes falling on his shoulders. Sven scum.

Many people followed him in excitement and walked in. Wen Ning sat in this position not in front of the main entrance. She was in a low mood before, so she looked for a more off-center corner. But it didn't take long for Jiang Shu to pass by her quite inadvertently.

The man stood beside Wen Ning and straightened the hem of his open coat, as if he didn't intend to stop, but his eyes kept glancing down at Wen Ning's face.

When Wen Ning raised her head in a daze, she happened to meet his slightly drooping cold eyes.

Jiang Shu stared blankly at her reddish face, but she didn't see her for a few days, and this little one could toss herself and lose a whole circle, Yunshan is so cold God, I didn't even buy a new coat. I was wearing an old padded coat that had been changed and washed countless times before. It was probably too cold to wear.

In this way, you still have a temper and hit him with all the money, in the name of repaying the debt?

Jiang Shu stabbed in his heart for no reason and didn't speak, but Yu Xiaoxiao, who was behind him, poked his head first, his voice pinched: "Let me go, I didn't see President Jiang coming in. You? You're in the way."

When Wen Ning saw Yu Xiaoxiao, the tip of her nose suddenly became sour. The woman with exquisite makeup and fashionable clothes in front of her was probably the Jiang Shu who came over in person, supported by the Jiang family. The female number two.

"Hey, what's the matter with you, let it go."

And this Wen Ning is also, usually quiet, well-behaved, and timid, but today she is standing in front of President Jiang, and no one responds after calling several times.

"Ning Ning." Someone reminded.

Wen Ning suddenly returned to her senses, sniffed, and hurriedly held the cup and moved it to the side.

I don't know if she was too flustered or moved too much. When she moved to the side subconsciously, she didn't hold the cup firmly in her hand, and the cup was shaken, and a small half cup of cold medicine spilled out.

Jiang Shu was standing beside her, and there were a lot of brown stains on the delicate leather shoes.

Jiang Shu raised his eyebrows, frowned slightly and stared at the water stain.

Yu Xiaoxiao hurriedly reprimanded her when she saw this: "What the **** do you want to do? Was it intentional? I just kept relying on it, and now I have brought this dirty water to President Jiang. On the upper, do you know how much these shoes cost? You can't make up for all your paychecks!"

Jiang Shu smelled the faint smell of cold spirit in the air, and his heart was dry for no reason.

Yu Xiaoxiao fell silent, and was pulled aside by her manager.

Previously, she refused to come to the studio for a long time. Later, the people above Huaying went to Jiang's headquarters to hold a meeting. They heard that President Jiang would suddenly come to Yunshan in person. The agent was worried about playing a big name. This matter was known to the King of Hell, and he specially pulled the person out of the golden nest and drove straight here. If he didn't want to bump into it on the road, forget it. Yu Xiaoxiao is still so clueless. Her job as an agent is not guaranteed.

Jiang Shu just heard the muffled voice of Wen Ning sniffing her nose and felt that something was wrong. At this moment, the water in the cup was spilled on the ground, and the smell in the air was very familiar: "What are you drinking? I have a cold. medicine?"

Wen Ning didn't say a word, she took out a tissue from her bag and wiped it on his shoe.

Jiang Shu suddenly took a step back. For some reason, he can't see Wen Ning doing these things for him now.

Wen Ning pursed her lips, did not look at him, only left a sentence "Sorry, President Jiang.", turned and left.

Jiang Shu clenched his palms tightly, staring straight at the back of her leaving, not willing to take his eyes back until she disappeared around the corner.

Jiang Shu stayed on the set all morning, but he didn't wait for Wen Ning.

At noon, Wen Ning finally came out of the small townhouse, but it was a little late when she came out, and the lunch area was already in a mess.

Jiang Shu was carrying a heat preservation bucket in his hand and just sent Ren Tiangao down the mountain to find the medicine prescribed by the doctor. He was about to go forward, but before he got to her, he ran out from the side. A logistics worker wearing a work pass.

This person is obviously familiar with Wen Ning, and there is a natural ridicule in his words: "Sister Xiao, brother Qing just kept a copy for you, and Wen is in it, but seeing that you haven't come out, He happens to be shooting again, so let me help guard it and eat it while it's hot."

Jiang Shu tightened his posterior molars, the blue veins on his arms were slightly revealed, and his chest cavity ignited an unknown fire because of the sound of "Sister Xiao".

"Sick?"

The two broke up in a car on the outskirts of the city. At that time, he was arrogant and finally let go of his self-esteem and handed it over to her, but what he got was still a refusal. I will take another half step back, but at this moment, I meet in this way, which is somewhat uncomfortable.

Seeing that she didn't say a word, Jiang Shu stretched out his hand to touch the top of her head, but she just avoided it for a moment.

, The attitude is domineering and can't be refused, "What Yuganwan brought out, what I asked Xu Ma to do, are all your favorites, and the medicine was just brought back by Ren Tiangao. Drinking cold medicine is useless."

As soon as Jiang Shu grabbed her wrist and pulled the person to him, Wen Ning was groggy and couldn't care about him at the moment.

The man put his big hand on her forehead again, frowning tightly: "That's how you take care of yourself?"

Jiang Shu sighed lightly, took off his black coat and wrapped it around her: "I'll ask Ren Tiangao to come over to you from two assistants from Huaying Tiao, if you want to play in the entertainment industry, you think it depends on you Can you be alone?"

"You sign in to Huaying and let Ren Tiangao do it for you. In the future, the Jiang family will protect you and I will protect you. Let's see who dares to neglect you like this."

When Wen Ning heard the words Huaying, she immediately conditioned reflexively to slap his hand away: "No need."

Jiang Shu's thin lips pursed: "You know Huaying's position in the circle, you sign it, and what resources you want is a matter of one sentence, what are you stubborn?"

Wen Ning's tone was slow, and she could hear a little tired: "Mr. Zhou came here this morning, and I plan to sign their company."

The unreasonable fire in Jiang Shu's heart suddenly ignited: "Zhou Ziheng?"

what?"

The little girl clenched her palms tightly, her eyelashes trembling slightly: "The creditor."