Deliberate seduction, Mrs. Pei also wants a divorce tonight

Lu Qi maintained a restrained calm. He was used to it and it came naturally to him. He raised his cigarette and said, "Didn't I tell you? I came out to buy cigarettes."

Pei Yao frowned. Lu Qi had been smoking less frequently recently, only when he was in a bad mood. There was no doubt about it: "What are you angry about?"

He put his hands in his pockets and didn't play with her hair to coax her like he usually did.

Although he was a little presumptuous after noticing that she was a little moved recently.

But he wouldn't stick to her in an unpleasant way when she wrote "I don't want to pay attention to him" with a cold look on her face.

He asked good-temperedly from a distance.

Lu Qi didn't throw a tantrum at him, but laughed: "How could I be angry? I'm just guessing."

She didn't want to talk too much. She was afraid that if she talked too much, she would accidentally say something and question him, and she would not be able to clean up the situation.

I simply changed the subject, stopped smoking, and stuffed the cigarette into the handkerchief pocket on his chest. It was too shallow to fit in, so I stuffed one-third of it in.

"I bought the wrong cigarettes, so I'm not going to smoke anymore. I suddenly remembered the actors' makeup photos this afternoon, so I need to go check them out."

After saying that, Lu Qi turned around and was about to leave. After taking two steps, he turned back and looked at him: "Is the wound treated?"

Rare. She still had the time to care about him even when she was angry. I really thought that my status in her heart had risen a little, but not by much. I was so angry that I didn't say anything to him.

"Yeah. Taken care of."

Just as I was about to say something else, Lu Qi ignored me and went straight back to the car.

After Xiaoyun left, she handed Lu Qi the crew's work schedule for the afternoon, and then she went about doing other things as if nothing had happened.

The car door was not closed, and Pei Yao just looked at her quietly without mentioning anything about being angry.

I couldn't help but guess that she had noticed the signs of what I was most worried about -

Could it be that she had already guessed that he had deliberately approached her from the beginning two years ago?

Although he also thought that after his true situation was gradually exposed to her, she would inevitably guess his ulterior motives, he could not hide it forever after all.

After standing outside the car for a while, Pei Yao walked around the other door and got in without asking any more questions.

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The car drove back to the crew and we had a simple meal on the way.

Because Lu Qi's stomach had not fully recovered yet, he ate light meals and only took two bites casually, just to eat on time.

When I returned to the crew, I called the life producer.

In the hotel's special reception room for the crew, the Life Producer was particularly surprised to see Pei Yao suddenly appear in the crew.

He said, "The previous catering company has withdrawn! It's too far away, and the food they delivered is always cold. How can we feed the team members? The hotel will be responsible for the next four meals a day."

The Life Producer nodded in understanding.

It is indeed the fastest to have the food served by the hotel's kitchen. I have thought about it before, but the conditions limit it.

“But the external relations teacher contacted the hotel before and said that they don’t have enough chefs and can’t prepare meals for so many people.” The lifestyle producer replied nervously.

Pei Yao glanced at him calmly, and said calmly: "I have transferred the chefs from Haoyue over here, a total of twenty people. You can send a car to pick them up at four o'clock in the afternoon. You can discuss the rest of the details among yourselves."

The external relations producer on the side listened to the conversation between the two without having a chance to interrupt, and quietly made tea on the tea table.

What I said in the car earlier was right. Now that Mr. Pei Yao is here, what else does he have to do?

He worked as an external producer for a month, contacting local hotels and restaurants, but it was not as effective as a word or a phone call from me.

It’s just that I don’t need to take care of these little things myself.

Now, I suddenly went crazy and wanted to be an external producer, and I even called it helping him.

How dare you ask me to cooperate? It’s almost the same if you cooperate with me yourself.

After finally finding an opportunity, the external producer thought, "Twenty chefs, the expenses should be covered by our crew. There are too many people, and the hotel here is full, so I'll arrange for them to stay in the hotel next door."

In front of the sofa set, Lu Qi sat on the single sofa, flipping through the script.

After hearing what a few people said, someone suddenly interrupted: "Huang Song, are there any vacant suites in the hotel where the main creators are staying?"

External relations producer Huang Songdao said, "There are two more. One is downstairs in room 425, and the other is also on the fourth floor, next to Director Shen in room 411. Who would you like to arrange to stay there?"

Pei Yao's eyes had already fallen on Lu Qi's face, and he knew what she was going to do.

Sure enough, she made a well-reasoned suggestion: "What do you mean by 'I'll make arrangements'? Mr. Pei is here, and you want him to sleep on the street?"

Haha, who wants him to sleep on the street?

Huang Song slapped his head, completely unaware of Pei Yao's dark complexion.

"Yes, I didn't know Mr. Pei was coming, so I didn't prepare anything. It's just that the suite on the fourth floor isn't high enough. There are only three on the fifth floor."

To be honest, if Pei Yao was just an external producer, let alone a suite, the single rooms of the crew members downstairs would be enough.

The crew's living quarters are clearly divided into different levels.

The top directors, chief producers, and executive producers live on the top floor, in large suites with a reception room, office, bedroom, and even a small kitchen.

Going down further, they are arranged according to their status. The leading actors, various directors, and those with important positions live in ordinary suites, which are on the fourth floor.

For external producers, even if they only have a few people with them, they can only stay in a double room.

Even better than ordinary staff, that is a room with a double bed.

But Pei Yao is different. How could it be possible that the biggest boss of the crew, who pays the most, should live downstairs?

Lu Qi understood, but was determined: "Indeed. How about I switch places with Mr. Pei? Mr. Pei will go to my place, and I'll move to 411."

He even refused to sit next to me downstairs.

"How can that be?" Huang Song asked hurriedly. There was no reason for the former boss to live downstairs, so who should he be kicked out?

However, Lu Qi didn't allow any room for argument and put the script aside: "It's settled. I'm going to 411."

As soon as this was said, Pei Yao put down the pen he had just signed and asked, "What are you going to do?"

The sound was not loud, but the atmosphere in the room suddenly became suffocating. Huang Song realized belatedly that the two seemed to be competing with each other.

I don't know why. He was fine this morning.

The Life Producer was even more confused and advised, "411 is indeed inappropriate. How about I discuss it with the Chief Producer? Lao Zhao is an insider of Tianyu. If he knew our boss was coming, he would definitely give in. It's no big deal!"

"Who said it was a small matter?" His wife and he had separated from each other again. How could this be a small matter?

His cold eyes swept over the life producer.

Whoever speaks up at this time will suffer.

Normally, if someone did something wrong, as long as it didn't go against the principles, he would be easy to talk to, even smile, with the noble elegance that comes from a noble family.

But this time he didn't show any courtesy at all: "Do I want him to give way to me?"

The Life Producer didn't dare to say anything more. He glanced at Lu Qi and saw him looking in his direction. Pei Yao also looked over, just for a moment.

I saw that she didn't even look at me, but lowered her eyes and folded her hands. I don't know if there were ants on the ground that she stepped on to death, but she had to look at the ground like that!

With a cold laugh, Pei Yao stood up and left: "I'm going to 411."