Chapter 192 Backup
"There's one last airport scene the day after tomorrow," Shen Pianxian closed the script, put it on the table, and stretched. She quickly glanced around the set, but didn't see Yan Yi. She curled her lips and muttered softly,
"Looks like he's a freeloader."
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Mr. Yan Yi, who was eating white rice, was now standing behind the pillars behind the small house. Not far away from him, two staff members were talking in a low voice.
"Hey! Didn't I see Ning Qianqian today?"
"Of course she won't come if there's no scene for her."
'Come to think of it, when we were filming in the hotel that day, did he give you money later? I saw you filming the video.
"I took it," the voice said with an incredible smile. "This is the first time I've seen someone who was beaten up ask for money to destroy the evidence. I don't understand these celebrities."
"Maybe she's also afraid that the video of her fake fall will get out? Shen Pianxian looks weak and fragile, but she actually holds a grudge. She slapped him twice in the face just because he pretended to fall and framed her, and the director didn't say anything!"
"Didn't you hear her call the director teacher? A teacher would definitely protect his students."
The two of them packed up their props and started to prepare to go over here, and the conversation continued.
"Did you really delete the video?"
"Tsk, I still have a backup on my phone. What a big piece of gossip. I might even be able to make some money from it if I have troubles in the future."
The laughter of the two men gradually grew closer, and the man finally walked out slowly.
The conversation stopped abruptly, and the two staff members looked at the tall, slender, unfamiliar man wearing glasses in front of them with stiff faces.
The man smiled at them politely.
"Could you please lend me your phone with the backup file?" The handsome man's smile deepened slightly.
"I can help you make a killing right now."
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When leaving the crew, Yan Yi appeared like a ghost.
Shen Pianxian glanced at him and got into her own car. There were still two cars, one in front and one behind, following until Shen Pianxian got home. The black Land Rover stopped, then slowly turned a corner and left.
Turning an intersection, the Land Rover passed by a black Jaguar.
Yan Yi glanced at it unintentionally but suddenly stared at the person in the driver's seat.
The two cars passed each other, and the Jaguar owner's delicate and deep profile was clear in his eyes but disappeared into the distance.
It was just a flash of time.
Yan Yi held the steering wheel with one hand and supported the car window with the other hand, and slowly touched his lips, with a smile on his lips.
"Cheng Zhiyuan."
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"I haven't been so busy recently," Shen Pianxian moved the computer to the balcony and started a video chat with Meng Qingse over there.
"There's only one scene left in Fantasy Couple, so I'm going to start looking for other scripts."
She rummaged through the large plastic bag, picked out a variety of hot pot bases, and then waved her hands at the camera and grinned.
"Now I'm going to cook hot pot for myself!"
It was about evening at Meng Qingse's place. The aloof goddess was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and was typing away on her keyboard while complaining about her.
"I've never seen a female celebrity who eats more than you. Be careful! One day you'll become as fat as a pig and no one will want you even for a supporting role."
"Isn't that still a bitch for you?"
In front of acquaintances, Miss Shen was very open about her coquettish behavior. The goddess coughed twice, but was very considerate and did not refute.
Shen Pianpian ran into the house again and again, and soon came out with a bunch of tools.
Meng Qingse, who was doing her own thing, was attracted by the clanging sound. She looked at the girl with a frown as she put a pot of water on the table.
"Are you serious?"
Miss Shen's eyes widened.
"Do you think I'm joking?"
Meng Qingse on the screen poked his glasses with his finger expressionlessly.
"I think I'd better turn off the video. I can't bear to see you freaking out."
Shen Pianpian glared at her with a dark face.
"Please don't question the skills of the Godly Chef Girl."
Meng Qingse laughed mercilessly.
"Master Chef? Who? Do you mean this pot?"
Before Shen Pianxian could speak, a man suddenly appeared from the balcony next to the flowerpot and said with an expressionless face,
"What are you doing?"
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