Chapter 88 Lost Contact
Country K, in the rest tent of the crew of the movie "Red".
As usual, Sheng Han opened the domestic social media platform during the break in filming and searched for Shi Qing.
When he saw the term #施晴Kill台直拍# on the hot search, the corners of his lips unconsciously rose.
He clicked on the video, and the radiant, cool and heroic woman on the screen had pride in her eyes that was almost overflowing.
His girl can become the most dazzling existence no matter where she is.
However, when he continued to scroll down and saw the comments that filled the screen with "Husband, marry me!" and "The younger-younger couple is so good", the smile on his face gradually froze.
Sheng Han's eyes were fixed on the animated picture that was captured by fans and played repeatedly.
Huang Siran knelt on one knee and Shi Qing lifted his chin.
Sheng Han's face darkened.
He has never enjoyed such treatment!
A strong sour feeling mixed with inexplicable irritability surged wildly in his chest.
He clicked on the CP live broadcast clip in the background, and when he saw Shi Qing and the sweet girl named Du Linlin smiling at each other and shaking hands intimately, the jealousy in his heart was completely overturned.
What's going on? I went out to record a show, and there are two more couples?!
Sheng Han turned off the video and dialed Xia Zhu's number with an expressionless face.
At this moment, Xia Zhu, who was formulating a publicity plan for the upcoming launch of "Yue Yan", was quite surprised when he received Sheng Han's call.
"Why are you calling at this time?"
"Sister Xia." Sheng Han's voice was emotionless. "I have a new idea for promoting Yue Yan."
Xia Zhu perked up: "Oh? Tell me about it."
"During the promotional period, I want to perform a collaborative stage with Shi Qing."
"Sure, we can sing an OST together. I'm preparing for that..."
"It's not singing." Sheng Han interrupted her, "It's dancing, a duet!"
Xia Zhu's brain was stuck, and she subconsciously asked, "What dance?"
On the other end of the phone, Sheng Han gave a calm but resounding answer.
"Just dance to the very popular song 'Trouble Maker'."
Xia Zhu: “…”
Xia Zhu held the phone and fell into a long silence.
She seriously suspected that Sheng Han's brain was damaged while filming abroad.
Severe cold?
Dance?
Or is it the kind of couple dance that is known for its sexy and hot nature and extremely intimate physical contact?
She would rather believe that Sheng Han could perform a sword dance with a long sword than believe that he could dance passionately.
Is this man crazy?
When Shi Qing learned about this publicity plan from Xia Zhu, her first reaction was exactly the same as Xia Zhu's.
She held the phone in her hand, stunned for a full half minute, before she asked with a mixture of laughter and tears: "Sister Xia...are you sure he's not kidding? Did he eat something wrong?"
Xia Zhu's voice was filled with exhaustion and helplessness. "What do you think? He couldn't be more serious. He even asked me to contact the dance teacher immediately and send him the practice studio version."
Shi Qing could almost immediately imagine Sheng Han pretending to be calm but actually being extremely jealous.
She held her forehead, feeling a little headache, but the corners of her mouth rose slightly uncontrollably.
Xia Zhu asked tentatively on the other end: "So...what do you mean?"
"Go ahead," Shi Qing sighed, her tone showing an indulgence she hadn't even noticed. "But we need to find a better dance teacher to choreograph the dance. The moves can't be too difficult."
"If it's a purely entertainment-oriented stage, it should be... no problem."
She didn't even realize that she had subconsciously begun to look for realistic feasibility for Sheng Han's unrealistic idea.
As time passed, Shi Qing was very curious about Sheng Han's dance progress, but he kept it a secret.
"Yue Yan" is about to be broadcast, and there is still some preliminary work that Sheng Han needs to come back to handle.
Sheng Han will be returning to China in the next few days.
That night, Shi Qing sat on the sofa and read the script.
The phone screen lights up.
A headline of a pushed news caught Shi Qing's eye without warning.
《Breaking News! Armed conflict breaks out on the border of Country K, and the regional situation suddenly becomes tense!》
Country K...
Shi Qing's blood seemed to flow backwards at this moment, and a cold chill ran through her limbs.
The records of her and Sheng Han's messages still stopped at this morning.
She posted a photo of a desk piled high with scripts, captioning it: [Today's task: studying the script. [Struggle]]
A few hours later, Sheng Han, who was experiencing time difference, replied to her: [Be good.]
She was used to the time difference and didn't feel anything was wrong, but now.
A huge sense of panic swept over me.
Shi Qing opened the dialog box with Sheng Han immediately with trembling hands and sent a series of messages eagerly.
[Sheng Han? How are you doing over there? Is everything safe?]
[Message me back! Please!]
No response.
She immediately made another WeChat call.
There was only a cold "beep...beep..." sound in the receiver.
Over and over again, no one answered.
Unwilling to give up, she dialed his cell phone number again, but there was still no response.
"No... nothing will happen..." Shi Qing's voice was filled with tears. She forced herself to calm down and paced anxiously in the living room.
Oh, and his team!
She seemed to have grasped at the last straw and frantically searched for her address book.
The first person he called was Sheng Han’s personal assistant Li Zhe, but the call didn’t go through.
I called Xia Zhu again.
The call was quickly connected, and Xia Zhu's voice was as calm as ever: "Qingqing? What's wrong?"
"Sister Xia! Have you seen the news? Country K... Sheng Han..."
"Don't worry," Xia Zhu immediately soothed him, "I'm also in touch with him. I'll let you know as soon as I have any news."
Xia Zhu did not comfort Shi Qing. She thought of Tan Jia again. Tan Jia was Sheng Han's assistant in the company and was more capable than Li Zhe.
She found Tan Jia's contact information again.
"Madam." Tan Jia's voice sounded a little tired.
"Assistant Tan, where is Sheng Han? How is he?" Shi Qing's voice was tense.
"...Mr. Xiao Sheng is fine, don't worry. We have already..."
"Did something happen to him?" Shi Qing interrupted him sharply.
Her voice was instantly choked with sobs. "Is it... serious?"
"No! It's not what you think!" Tan Jia was startled by her tearful questioning. Afraid that she might be imagining things, she quickly denied it, "It's really not serious, it's just a little accident..."
"Didn't you just explain the situation unclearly?"
Shi Qing's logic became unusually clear in her extreme panic, and she seized the loopholes in the other party's words.
"You're lying to me."
On the other end of the phone, Tan Jia was silent.
What was he going to say? Sheng Han had called before leaving, repeatedly warning Shi Qing not to tell her about his injury, lest she worry.
To Shi Qing, this silence was tantamount to the cruelest acquiescence.
"I'm going to find him!" she said in a determined voice.
"Madam!" Tan Jia was anxious, "All civilian flights over there have been suspended. You can't go!"
Shi Qing's footsteps suddenly stopped.
She slumped down on the sofa.
She couldn't go... so what could she do? Just wait here?
A huge feeling of powerlessness engulfed her, and her vision went dark.
The phone slipped from his weak fingers and fell on the carpet, the screen was still on and the call was not hung up.
In this suffocating silence, there was a slight knock at the door.
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