Over the years, the red carpet show of the film festival has been broadcast live on TV and on the Internet in real time. Mu Qingqing and song Yanshu almost paralyzed the server of the live broadcasting platform.
Looking at the picture being broadcast on the TV wall of the office, Mo Liancheng was unaware that he actually put out the cigarette butts which had not been burned out with his bare hands, and threw them on the important documents beside them instead of in the ashtray beside the documents.
Looking at the picture of Mu Qingqing and song Yanshu leaning together, Mo Liancheng's palm unconsciously exudes a thin layer of sweat. The gloomy expression fell in the office room without lights, like a black hole, as if a little action could swallow up all the tense reason and rotten emotion.
However, the chair suddenly fell from behind the wheel, but it was not a strong sound.
Mo Liancheng stares at Mu Qingqing and song Yanshu on the broadcast screen. His excitement is not song Yanshu's hero saving the United States, but Mo Liancheng clearly sees the stumbling block not far away from Mu Qingqing in the playback screen. He does not believe that song Yanshu's eyes are not aware.
At that moment, Mo Liancheng had ignored the fact that he pretended to be on a business trip to avoid the red carpet. He picked up the car key and was planning to go to the scene to find Mu Qingqing at the first time. But God always likes to joke with people at critical moments. Moliancheng has just taken a few steps, and even stops at a distance from the office gate.
A strong pain attacked the heart of Molian city. The pain of acupuncture made it difficult for him to walk. It seemed that even a big breath became a kind of torment.
Mo Liancheng subconsciously raised his hand to cover the position of his heart, and large beads of sweat began to seep from his forehead, which rolled down on his lapel one by one, wet and overcast.
Following the figures of Mu Qingqing and song Yanshu on the screen, Mo Liancheng's vision gradually blurred until a bright white appeared. Then, he lost consciousness completely.
The effect of the film festival is good, from the beginning to the end is very smooth, Mu Qingqing is anxious to sit in the table, frequently eyes on the big clock. Song Yanshu always pretends to give Mu Qingqing subtle care. A bottle of water and a coat on his shoulder can be described as meticulous, and even makes Mu Qingqing feel uncomfortable.
However, Mu Qingqing's mind had already gone to the place where she had made an appointment with moliancheng for a long time. She didn't notice that the camera was aiming at her and song Yanshu's position from time to time. There is no need to take into account, as for how much noise will be made in Jiangcheng tomorrow.
All in all, this moment is on pins and needles.
After the opening ceremony, the stars will carry out some simple interviews and the shooting of promotional films according to the prior agreement. Naturally, Mu Qingqing and song Yanshu are the same. However, Mu Qingqing did not wait until all the processes were finished. Because the time had been delayed for a long time, she slipped out of the venue without any attention.
In the chaos, no one found Mu Qingqing, who was planning to leave secretly, except for song Yanshu, whose focus was always on Mu Qingqing.
"Ah When song Yanshu saw Mu Qingqing leave, he subconsciously wanted to catch up, but was stopped by the media and asked questions.
Song Yanshu was a little impatient. He raised his hand politely and said in a low voice, "excuse me, excuse me."
Naturally, I dare not be forced to stop song Yanshu, even if I still have not finished, I have nothing to do. But song Yanshu did not catch up with Mu Qingqing's footsteps, and was stopped by a familiar figure in the star's waiting area. A sweet perfume smells on the face, and song Yan's book prohibits eyebrow and stops.
"Hello, we meet again!" A girl's voice came over, in the busy waiting area did not seem very abrupt.
Song Yan Shu frowned impatiently. When his eyes fell, he recognized the girl in front of him at a glance, "is it you?"
The girl immediately showed a smile, as if she was happy for song Yanshu to recognize herself at a glance, but then a word from Song Yanshu broke her joy in an instant.
"Go away, little curly hair!" Song Yanshu's mind is all in Mu Qingqing's body. If it wasn't for the girl's hairstyle at the gate of the mall that day, how could song Yanshu remember her.
Song Yanshu didn't intend to give the girl a chance to talk. He was about to bypass her and leave here, but the curly girl stopped song Yanshu with one step. "Song Yanshu, don't go!"
"What happened?" Song Yanshu's face was worried, but he couldn't take this girl who was pestering others. After all, he was in public. After more than ten minutes, Mu Qingqing probably got on the bus and left. Even if it was too late to chase out, song Yanshu stopped impatiently.
The girl took out a business card from her pocket and handed it to song Yanshu. She looked nervous and quickly said, "didn't you say I had something to look for you?"
Song Yanshu snatched the business card from the girl's hand and threw it into the garbage can beside her. Her eyes were cold and heartless."What are you doing?" The girl was surprised and asked.
Song Yanshu rolled her eyelids and leaned against the corner of the wall. She said in a cold voice, "the validity of the business card is limited to once. Now that you have found me, naturally you don't need it!"
"Come on, what's the matter?"
The girl's expression is a little stiff, biting her lips, a face of injustice, whispered, "do you really... Don't remember me?"
Song Yanshu did not pause, but directly answered, "of course I remember it."
"Really?" The girl's eyes are as bright as the stars, looking forward to song Yanshu.
Song Yanshu stood up straight, stretched out his hand and rubbed the girl's curly hair without politeness. He sighed with a smile, "of course, I'm afraid you'll never forget your hair style in the sixties!"
Just a few minutes, the girl's mood ups and downs, back and forth several times. It turned out that Secretary song Yan got her only because of her distinctive dress, not her.
"In fact, I am..."
before the girl's voice dropped, song Yanshu looked at the time on her watch and urged impatiently, "Miss, I'm in a hurry. If you have something to do, please tell me! I don't have time to waste time here with you, OK? "