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Lu Wanwan: I know and I'm still asking you?

Lu Guanghan: Use your mentally retarded little brain to guess.

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Lu Guanghan: Is this the attitude you use to talk to a male god? .jpg

Lu Wanwan: Did you find Chen Xuanning and let him tell Li Weiqian?

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Lu Wanwan: Could it be... Han Jingmo? ? ?

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Lu Wanwan blurted out "Fuck", guessed it right.

Her previous thought was that Lu Guanghan would go find Chen Xuanning and let Chen Xuanning put pressure on Li Weiqian. This was the closest and most convenient way. She didn't expect it to be related to Han Jingmo. Seeing her staring at her phone in a daze, Qin Chuan

asked, "What's wrong?" Lu Wanwan came back to her senses and shook her head, "Nothing." "It's good that Li Weiqian comes out to clarify." Qin Chuan smiled slightly, "I'll ask my friend to help you lead the pace, and this matter will be over soon." "Your friend?" "The so-called marketing dog." Qin Chuan raised the corners of his mouth and smiled in the corners of his eyes, "He still has a say and has a strong influence in spreading. The last time you and I broke the news, he also led the pace and spread the truth quickly." "This requires payment, right?" Lu Wanwan's eyes turned slightly, "I remember some marketing accounts charge hundreds of thousands for posting a Weibo." " No, I'll help you for free." "The key is that it's quite troublesome for them, so you should pay the fee." "Really." Qin Chuan shook his head, with a seductive smile on his lips: "Why are we acquaintances?" Lu Wanwan smiled gratefully: "Okay, when your friend is free, I'll treat him to a meal." As she was talking, a flash of red suddenly appeared in the corner of her eyes. It was Han Jingmo in a basketball uniform. He walked not far away, and Song Chi followed behind him, his eyes looking at his mobile phone, his mouth kept saying something. Han Jingmo suddenly raised his head and looked at her, his black eyes were clear, like floating ice on the deep blue sea with water shimmering. Lu Wanwan's heartbeat stagnated and skipped a beat. She immediately wanted to wave to him and say hello. But as soon as her hand was raised, she saw him retract his gaze and walked towards Gu Qiaobei. Lu Wanwan blinked and felt something was wrong. Qin Chuan followed her line of sight and looked over there. Seeing no one, he asked, "Who are you looking at?" "Han Jingmo, wanted to have dinner with us, but he went to see Gu Qiaobei." Lu Wanwan retracted her gaze. "Are you close?" Qin Chuan asked. "Yeah." Lu Wanwan paused halfway through nodding. They were good friends before this morning, but after what happened this morning, she was a little unsure. Qin Chuan added, "When we were filming today, I saw you two chatting together. You should be familiar with each other." Lu Wanwan said in an embarrassed tone, "Not bad." She frowned secretly. Did she make him unhappy when she said he was sick today? Lu Wanwan glanced over there quietly and saw Han Jingmo looking down at his phone in front of several plates of boiled vegetables. Song Chi was still supervising him from the side. It was really miserable. Lu Wanwan rolled her eyes, took out her phone and sent him a WeChat message: Boiled vegetables must be disgusting, my sweet and sour spareribs are still untouched, all for you. While waiting anxiously for his reply, she secretly observed him. She saw that he was staring at the phone but did not reply to the message. After two minutes, there was still no reply. Lu Wanwan frowned, watching a video? So she sent him another message: I won’t tell Song Chi about you eating spareribs this time. After waiting for a few minutes, there was still no message. Lu Wanwan understood, he was either watching a video or didn’t want to pay attention to her. She slid her fingers on the screen a few times, feeling a little uncomfortable. "Don't stare at your phone while eating." Qin Chuan said suddenly. "Yeah." Lu Wanwan put down her phone, cleared her throat and asked, "If someone says you are sick, will you get angry?" "It depends on the context. If it's a joke, I won't get angry." Lu Wanwan thought about it and realized that she was joking at the time. But Han Jingmo turned around and left after listening. Could it be that she didn't say it in a joking tone and he misunderstood her? If that's the case, it makes sense. Who would be willing to be told that they are sick? She just spoke without thinking. She should find time to apologize to him. Qin Chuan was puzzled: "Why do you ask this suddenly?" Lu Wanwan smiled with embarrassment: "I said this to someone and it seems that I made him angry." "Then apologize sincerely, and it will be forgiven for an unintentional mistake." "I thought so too." "Why is your hairband broken?" Qin Chuan pointed to the top of her head. "Really?" Lu Wanwan raised her head and touched it, glancing upwards, but she couldn't see anything. She touched it several times, but she didn't touch anything except her hair. "Don't move, I'll take it off for you." Qin Chuan leaned forward, stretched his hand to the top of her head, and said, "I'll have the hairstylist prepare a new one for you this afternoon." "This headband has been worn almost from my debut to the end. It will definitely be criticized by netizens when it is broadcast later." Lu Wanwan sat still, waiting for Qin Chuan to take it off for her. She glanced and saw Han Jingmo walking towards her. She was delighted. He must have seen her WeChat. She immediately waved to him and quickly divided out the sweet and sour pork ribs that she had not touched, preparing to give them all to him. But Han Jingmo walked past her without looking at her. Lu Wanwan was stunned and stopped serving the dishes. "Okay." Qin Chuan took his hand away from her head and threw the broken hairband into the trash can. Lu Wanwan immediately turned her head and looked back. Han Jingmo was talking to Zheng Tailin, not looking for her.

She pinched her fingers helplessly, silently retracted her gaze, and took back all the ribs she had distributed.

When Han Jingmo went back, Lu Wanwan stared at his back for a few seconds, but still felt very embarrassed.

She must have looked like a mentally retarded person when she waved just now.

She must have looked like a fool when she was in a hurry to distribute the ribs.

The phone rang, and it was a message from Lu Guanghan: Don't agree to anything just to thank him.

Lu Wanwan touched her nose. She had been thinking about apologizing and forgot about thanking

him. Lu Wanwan: How should I thank him for such a big favor?

Lu Guanghan: Take care of your own business.

Lu Wanwan: ...Then don't agree to anything you say.

Lu Guanghan: I'm just reminding you.

Lu Wanwan: It's too late for you to remind me. I'll apologize to him first, then thank him.

Lu Guanghan: Apologize? What have you done to anger the heaven and the people?

Lu Wanwan: Please watch your words.

Lu Guanghan: What have you done to anger the public?

Lu Wanwan: ...Why don't you give him a good movie script? I think he wants to win the Best Actor Award.

Lu Guanghan: What does it have to do with you if I give him a movie?

Lu Wanwan was confused for a moment, as if it had nothing to do with him. Even if Lu Guanghan gave him a movie, Han Jingmo would not think it had anything to do with him.