Chapter 203

An hour later, the black Rolls Royce slowly drove into the imperial film and television base.

The wooden assistant sitting in the co pilot turned his head.

"Boss, Miss Ruan's set is right in front."

Xi Jiu gave a faint 'um'.

He looked at the thermos cup in the storage box, took out his mobile phone and dialed a phone.

……

Ruan Qi tied Weiya and hung in the air. His red skirt had been beaten through by the rain.

Holding a long sword in her hand, she threw a sword flower in the air in a very difficult posture and stabbed Meng Qiao played by Ye ran.

It is not only difficult but also dangerous to shoot fighting scenes and hang Weiya at night. Shen Wenqian on the ground raised his heart to his throat. He stared nervously at Ruan Qi and Weiya behind Ye ran, for fear that they would wind the steel wire together and cause an accident.

Just then, the cell phone in his pocket rang.

Shen Wenqian quickly took out his mobile phone and glanced at the caller ID in a slightly agitated mood——

Lord Xi.

"!" Shen Wenqian almost screamed and threw his cell phone out.

He quickly found a deserted corner and pressed the connect button.

"It's me, Xi Jiu." the man's cold voice, with a strong aura, squeezed into Shen Wenqian's eardrum along the telephone line, shaking his brain.

Shen Wenqian hammered his chest hard and tried to calm himself down.

At this time, Xi Jiu spoke again.

"I'm outside the set."

“？？？？？？”

Shen Wenqian's blood pressure is almost 28.

He tried to maintain his last calm and asked, "Mr. Xi, you just said... What are you outside?"

Xi Jiu: "imperial film and television base, outside the studio of Tianya."

"..." Shen Wenqian seemed to hear the sound of his cerebral blood vessels bursting.

He seems to have thought of the explosive topic in the entertainment sector tomorrow - the new person surnamed r will be the head of the Xi family at night, flying up the branches and becoming a phoenix!

For the personal safety of the artist surnamed R, Shen Wenqian was dying and made the last struggle.

"Mr. Xi," he said weakly, "Ruan Qi is still filming, she..."

"I'm not looking for her."

Xi Jiu's cold voice interrupted him, "if it's convenient for Mr. Shen, please come out."

The telephone "card" hung up.

Shen Wenqian looked at the black screen mobile phone and was a little stunned.

Mr. Xi doesn't look for Ruan Qi, but for him?

What do you want him to do?

Shen Wenqian was stunned for several seconds, and then rushed out of the set with an umbrella.

The wood assistant who had been waiting outside the set waved to him.

"Mr. Shen, please follow me."

Confused, Shen Wenqian followed assistant Mu to a Rolls Royce. The wooden assistant opened the door and made a 'please' gesture to him.

Shen Wenqian got into the car in doubt. As soon as he looked up, he looked up at Xi Jiu's eyes without heat.

“！”

He almost hit the roof with an exciting head and hurriedly said hello: "Sir Xi, sir Xi, this is..."

Before he finished, a thermos cup appeared in front of him.

Shen Wenqian's words came to an abrupt end.

"Give it to her." Xi Jiu opened his mouth with a trace of temperature in his tone. "There is soup inside."

Shen Wenqian looked at the thermos cup and couldn't react for a moment.

Xi Jiu continued, "please Mr. Shen stare at her and drink up the soup."

"..." Shen Wenqian silently took the thermos cup, "Mr. Xi, don't you see Ruan Qi?"

Xi Jiu: "No. my identity will bring her trouble."

Shen Wenqian's eyes shook and his mood was a little complicated.

The powerful person in charge of the Xi family came all night just to deliver soup to a little girl. He didn't even dare to see her.

Who believes it?

Shen Wenqian sighed in his heart and nodded solemnly: "don't worry, I'll stare at Ruan Qi and drink all the soup."

Xi Jiu: "thank you."

Under the light of the carriage, the man's facial features softened a bit.

He looked at the direction of the set through the window, and there was a fine light at the bottom of his eyes.

"Thank you, Mr. Shen. Take good care of her."

……

When Shen Wenqian returned to the set, Ruan Qigang put it down from Weiya.

The staff helped her untie the safety buckle, and Mo LAN quickly held her arm.

Just now, during the play, Ruan Qi's waist was hit by Ye Huo's Weiya and broke a little skin.

Mo LAN helped her to a place where there was no one, opened her clothes and applied some ointment.

"How's it going? Is it bleeding?" Shen Wenqian asked.

"No, it's just a little broken." Ruan Qi wiped the rain on his face with a smile, "brother Shen, don't worry."

Nervous Shen Wenqian breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at Mo LAN, who took a towel for Ruan Qi, and handed over the thermos cup in his hand.

Ruan Qi wondered, "what is this?"

"Soup." Shen Wenqian said, "it's from Lord Xi. I'm afraid you'll catch a cold."

"Mr. Xi?!

Ruan Qi opened her eyes wide, ignoring the ointment she had just put on, and "Teng" stood up from her chair.

"Where is he?"

Shen Wenqian: "I should have left. His identity is not suitable for showing his face, which has a bad impact on you. So he called me out and told me to watch you drink up all the soup."

Ruan Qi didn't speak.

She stuffed the thermos back into Shen Wenqian's arms, then trotted out of the set with her wet skirt.

"Mr. Xi!"

The empty bluestone road echoed with the shouts of girls' soft waxy. Where is the shadow of Rolls Royce.

A few minutes later, the little girl came back with her head down.

"Mr. Xi is gone?" Shen Wenqian asked.

Ruan Qi nodded unhappily.

She took the thermos pot in Shen Wenqian's hand, opened the lid, poured out the soup, and took a small sip.

Then he took his cell phone from Mo LAN.

It's Xiao Qi: Mr. Xi, thank you for your soup. It's delicious

——*——*——

The next day, after the rain, it was fine.

Ruan Qi slept for four hours last night. Early in the morning, he was dug up by Mo LAN from his bed and went to the set vaguely.

She had only one play this morning. After shooting, she shrank on the folding stool and held the flat drawing paper.

Before long, ye ran came over.

He sat beside Ruan Qi with a stool and stared at the drawing on her flat plate for a long time. He was stunned and didn't understand anything.

Seeing Ruan Qi put his heart on the drawing and didn't find his existence at all, ye ran couldn't help lifting her stool leg with her toes.

Ruan Qi was a little focused and didn't notice the slight shaking of the stool.

Ye ran, who didn't get attention, had a smelly face and stabbed her with his script.

"Hello."

Ruan Qi raised his head blankly and looked at him suspiciously.

"What's the matter, master ye?"

Ye burning black face: "when will your fans come?"

"Ruan Qi asked," what fans? "

Ye ran: "today, director Wu said that fans can visit the class. Don't you know?!"

Ruan Qi shook her head. She was about to speak when an excited scream sounded outside the set.

"Yao Yao! Yao Yao!"

"Yao Yao, we came to see you!"

LV Jiayao, who had just finished the play, heard the sound and raised her eyebrows with satisfaction.

She tidied up her costumes, looked at Ruan Qi proudly, and then walked out at a leisurely pace.