aren't you going to get a divorce?

Early the next morning, the program staff came to knock on Rong Xia's door.

Rong Xia was heartless, she was still grieving for Lin Qingqiao last night, but she has returned to normal this morning.

He opened the door sleepily, and saw the tired face of the staff standing outside the door, and then slowly remembered what happened last night.

The drowsiness dissipated, he rubbed his eyes to wake up, and asked, "Did you find Lin Qingqiao?"

The staff smiled bitterly and said: "This is something we can't know...Mr. Rong, I came to apologize to you. I'm really sorry. It was a good show, but it turned out like this..."

Rong Xia didn't think there was anything wrong.I got the money I was supposed to get, and I had a rare solo trip with Jiujiu; the places selected by the program group were beautiful; although there was such a trouble in the end, I got along well with the other three guests during the recording.

Isn't that great!

As for whether the program can be broadcast...Rong Xia doesn't care, he has always been very Buddhist about these things.

He has earned all the money, so he doesn't need to worry about other things.

Thinking so in his heart, he still put on a painful expression on his face, and comforted him sensiblely: "It's okay, it's not your fault that it turned out like this, everyone didn't want it."

The staff member nodded upon hearing the words, and said, "Then today we will go back together according to the original plan. The program team will send a car to the airport, and then you teachers..."

"Oh no need," Rong Xia quickly interrupted, "I won't go back with you, someone will pick me up."

The staff member immediately showed an expression of "I understand", and said clearly: "Oh! Oh!!"

Rong Xia: "..." What do you know?

He didn't bother to explain, waved him away, and then lay back on the bed in a daze.

It was still early, he didn't want to go downstairs to the restaurant, so he simply took out a few buns from his bag and shared them with Jiujiu.

Kou Yajun was probably on the plane, and his phone was turned off.Rong Xia couldn't contact him, and forgot to ask him when he would arrive, so he could only grow grass in the hotel bored.

After playing with Jiujiu for a while, Rong Xia finally couldn't bear it anymore, and clicked on Weibo to see the latest developments of what happened last night.

The internet speed is very slow, and I can't open any news.Rong Xia tried to input Lin Qingqiao's name, the small circle in the middle of the screen circled for a long time, and finally it was 404.

He thought there was something wrong with his mobile phone and restarted it several times, but in the end he still couldn't see anything.

Rong Xia had no choice but to throw the phone aside again and concentrate on playing with Jiujiu.

Half an hour later, Kouya County arrived.

Lin Qingqiao's matter was full of uproar, but it was impossible to say that it would have any impact on Rong Xia.

Kou Yajun said it seriously, in fact, except for "Huo Qingying is a lunatic", other things are tense, but he said that he is [-]% scary.

Threatening and scaring Rong Xia, telling him to be honest, just go over to pick him up.

When he arrived at the hotel, Rong Xia was on the phone with Liang Ling.

Just finished a job, and a new job came soon.

Liang Ling sent him a period drama and asked him to read the script and think about it.

This is a TV series from the period of the Republic of China. The male protagonist is a reporter with a weak appearance and a strong heart. He is an orphan who was picked up by the abbot of a certain temple and brought up since he was a child.At that time, wars were raging and the current situation was turbulent. He wrote one touching report after another with his own pen.

The script is a good script, and the character design is really good, the only problem is...

"I will join the group next month, and there is not much time to prepare." Liang Ling said.

"Why are you in such a hurry? In such a short time, I can't study the script properly." Rong Xia opened the door to Kou Yajun, let him find a place to sit, and complained to Liang Ling, "Tell me the truth, can't you?" You owe someone a favor again, let me make a temporary rescue to repay it?"

Liang Ling: "That's not the case. Don't blame me for being innocent. This is what the producer specifically asked you to act in."

Speaking of this, Liang Ling also made a joke: "You should be careful, don't let other producers fall in love with you and want to rule you."

This man spoke loudly, and Kou Yajun listened to this joke.

"Liang Ling, have you dealt with what happened last night?" Kou Yajun said coolly.

"..." Liang Ling didn't say anything else, and hung up the phone with a snap.

Kou Yajun leaned against the table with his chest folded, and he didn't know whether to comfort or mock him. Anyway, he said strangely: "The producer of this show is my friend, and he won't rule you unspokenly. Don't worry."

Rong Xia glanced at him, turned his big eyes, and water started to leak from his stomach.

He touched his face with a regretful expression, "Really, am I getting old and discolored? I can no longer rely on this face to deceive people..."

It's just that before he finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing.

Kou Yajun looked at him speechlessly, but couldn't hold back, and laughed along with him.

They went back after lunch.

Kou Yajun insisted on taking a nap on the hotel bed on the grounds that "I was busy with your affairs all night yesterday, and I didn't have time to sleep".

Rong Xia stood by the window with her hips akimbo, looking at the person pretending to be asleep helplessly.

This scheming Kou Yajun really didn't know how thick-skinned he was before!

But it was strange, he was soon infected by Kou Yajun's drowsiness, his eyelids were so sleepy that he was fighting, and later he was pulled into his arms by this man and fell asleep.

This afternoon, they fell asleep like this—even got up late, and the two rushed to the airport with Jiujiu in a panic.

On the way, Rong Xia turned on the mechanism to kill Kou Yajun, making him worthless.

"I really admire you. Lin Ziwei and I are never too late when we board a plane. We even wait at the boarding gate an hour earlier every time!"

Kou Yajun leaned on the seat with his eyes closed, and said lightly: "There is a special service in the first class, and I will definitely wait for you. You don't need to arrive early, just make sure you are not late."