Bend first to respect [Entertainment circle]

The atmosphere between Qi Xingge and Li Jia has indeed undergone some changes. Even Mr. Fang, who has only seen them once, has noticed this change, and the staff around them are even more sensitive.

When eating lunch, looking at the two people sitting together but eating quietly without speaking a word, the staff couldn't help getting together and whispering to each other.

"What's the matter with them? They were smiling just now, little pigtail, why did they turn so cold in a blink of an eye? They don't know each other anymore."

"Who knows? Could it be a quarrel?"

"What did Director Qi and Li Jia go to do just now? Didn't they go to the room?"

"Yes, is it disharmony?"

With a straight face, Song Miao picked up chopsticks and yams for Lin Lin to complement her color, at least to make her heart clearer, "Eat well."

Just now when she packed her luggage and came down, she ran into Lin Lin who had come back from outside, and the two friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time hugged each other.

After talking about the friendship, Lin Lin really wentssip about Li Jia and Qi Xingge's affairs again. She ran to various crews, unable to eat dog food all the time, and could only hope to get the latest news from Song Miao.

From the frequency of online chats between Dao Qi and Li Jia, to the time when Li Jia looks at the phone and smiles, we can deduce whether the couple has already entered the marriage hall or is about to enter the marriage hall.

And Song Miao, who was able to refuse her with righteous words, had to give in after going through this period of time. She shared the insignificant parts with Lin Lin, and heard the corner where they were from time to time. Make a hey hey hey beeping sound.

Although there was a turbulent undercurrent at the dinner table, Mr. Fang Su, as a highly respected person in the industry, did not take these things to heart.

Seeing that Li Jia finally entered the group, he decided to talk more about the script with Li Jia.

Li Jia was naturally willing to follow the teachings of her seniors, obediently listened to Fang Su's words, and answered a few words softly from time to time, which made Fang Su feel very comforted.

On the other hand, Qi Xingge couldn't see that his daughter-in-law had to work so hard to eat a meal, so he picked up chopsticks and green vegetables for Li Jia, and said to Mr. Fang with a smile: "Mr. Fang, your assistant is staring at you again, let's eat more. There’s still a lot of time ahead.”

Because Mr. Fang joined the crew, he brought an assistant with him. After a while, the people in the crew could clearly see the free heart under Mr. Fang Su's serious face.

His health has not been very good for the past few days, and he has been taking care of him for the past few years. The assistant kept a close eye on his diet. This time the old man talked and talked, so he naturally ate less. The assistant looked after him. He hesitated to speak in his eyes.

Hearing what Qi Xingge said, Mr. Fang glanced at his assistant and snorted coldly, "Okay, Li Jia, you should eat more too. Young people nowadays like to be thin, and it's not good to be too thin..."

Li Jia ate the vegetables with chopsticks that Qi Xingge picked up for her, and naturally picked up a piece of beef for Qi Xingge, but didn't say much.

The two came back and forth like this, which made the people sitting at the same table wonder, is this good or bad?

But the two of them don't care what other people think, one has to restrain himself when thinking about it, and can't scare others.

The other thought about what happened to the senior sister, with a cold face, what was the meaning of the scene in the room just now, was it what she thought?What does the senior sister's attitude mean now?

Both of them were in a state of confusion, so they moved away from each other in a tacit understanding, giving both of them time to think quietly.

It happened that there seemed to be some problems with the equipment of the camera crew. Qi Xingge discussed with the person in charge of the camera in the hall to deal with it, while Li Jia and Mr. Fang walked slowly in the garden and talked about the script.

Not long after, Mr. Fang went upstairs to take a nap, and Li Jia also went into the room to rest for a while, just lying on one side of the bed, her hand under the quilt slowly stretched to the other side.

This is where the senior is.

When Qi Xingge went upstairs, he gently opened the door and saw Li Jia sleeping soundly on the bed, so he took his steps lightly, took some necessary things from the cabinet, and slowly closed the door.

When Li Jia woke up, Qi Xingge had already gone out with the camera. She held the script and found a corner in the garden to watch it. When she was tired, she looked towards the corridor leading to the door.

In the evening, Qi Xingge returned to the Linyuan with the cameraman. The people in the Linyuan were getting together for dinner, and Qi Xingge happened to catch up. Otherwise, she would not have a share of the bayberry wine that Elder Lin specially brought out that night.

Listening to their laughing and joking words, Qi Xingge also chuckled lightly, sat down beside Li Jia naturally, and said, "Then I just happened to be in time."

With a smile in her eyes, she glanced at Li Jia's side face, and after she moved her eyes away, Li Jia just raised her eyes to look at her, and her heart felt at ease again.

The night was getting darker, and the moonlight in the garden was even brighter. After dinner, taking advantage of the wine, I don't know where it started, but I started to tell a ghost story.

Sitting around in the pavilion in the courtyard, one after another told those weird stories in response to the night.

Li Jia has always been not afraid of these things, but when listening to Mr. Fang telling a strange incident he experienced in childhood, he became interested and listened more seriously.

After the story of Mr. Fang ended, Li Jia just looked back from this very old and quite true story, and felt the people around him move, and turned his head to look over.

Seeing Qi Xingge put on a shawl with a cold face, and seeing Li Jia look over, he slightly softened his expression and asked, "Are you cold too?"

Li Jia froze for a moment, shook her head, and the story started again on the other side, but Li Jia's attention was attracted by Qi Xingge's tightly gripped fingers on the shawl.

She looked away, and after a while, she couldn't help looking at Qi Xingge's expression. After a while, she reached out to Qi Xingge's shawl, gently held Qi Xingge's hand, and said with a smile: "It seems a little cold. Let me have a shawl."

Qi Xingge took her hand instead, responded, and hid it under the shawl, interlocking his fingers.