This question... the photographer choked up.
The storyboard director immediately answered the question: "It's going to be eleven o'clock in the evening. After sitting on the plane for so long, do you want to take a rest first?"
"That's good." Bo Jiu smiled, looking very handsome, but his eyes changed a little at this moment: "Where is the training camp?"
It was another question that was caught off guard, and the photographer subconsciously said: "At the seaside first."
"Playing games at the beach?" Bo Jiu raised her eyebrows: "Is this also one of Feng Yi's training sessions? Don't be afraid of us being distracted."
The storyboard director smiled and said, "It's just to exercise your concentration."
"Okay." Bo Jiu turned around: "I'll take a shower and rest, you can do whatever you want."
Hearing this, the photographer breathed a sigh of relief.
The storyboard director glanced at him, didn't say anything, just walked away with the boy's cell phone on the bed.
When Bo Jiu came out wiping her hair, she looked at the empty bed, and her smile grew stronger.
There is indeed a problem.
However, Bo Jiu was not worried about losing the phone.
For the control of the remote system, even if someone took her mobile phone to flash the machine, they would not be able to obtain any information.
"I'm a hacker after all, stealing hacker electronics."
Bo Jiu shook her head, the corner of her mouth was still smiling.
But there is one thing.
These two people were indeed sent by Feng Yi.
She also checked before getting in the car.
Then the question comes, why do things like this.
It's been a long time since I played this cat and mouse game.
The young man lowered his eyes and blew away the broken silver hair, so that he could play with these two.
Dinner is eaten by three people.
The atmosphere was supposed to be good.
As a result, the boy suddenly said: "I lost my mobile phone, and I lost it in the room. Is it strange for you to think?"
The storyboard director also expected such a problem: "It can't be lost in the room, you can look for it again, if you forgot where it was put."
"Okay." Unexpectedly, Bo Jiu spoke very well, but the next sentence was another little thunder: "My mobile phone has a very special program. Even if someone picks it up, there is no way to turn it off. At night, I will make more calls." Second-rate."
Not just a few times!
The storyboard director simply couldn't sleep.
The phone rings nicely, but it keeps ringing.
There is no way to sleep at all!
"Sir, are you still playing?"
The hotel staff blushed and looked at the overly handsome boy in front of him.
Bo Jiu smiled lazily: "We will continue at one o'clock."
"Oh? So late? Why?"
Bo Jiu smiled darkly: "Because one o'clock is the time when human beings most want to rest."
The service staff said they didn't understand, but the young man gave a lot of money, and she was on the night shift, so the job was not bad.
After Bo Jiu finished these, she walked back to her room.
This time, she was indeed curious about the other party's purpose.
Perhaps it should be said that it was Feng Yi's purpose.
In short, this is not a training camp.
6 o'clock in the morning.
The boy lying on the big soft bed was still asleep.
Generally this point.
No one will get up at all.
Except for the old men and old ladies who got up early and wandered around.
But doing variety shows is different.
This time, besides the storyboard director and photographer, there were two more people, one of whom was in charge of playing the board.
"The lights are in place, the time is OK, let's start!"
As soon as the storyboard director finished speaking, someone opened the door in front of him with a key card.
There was a beep.