Among the 129, He Chen has a good temper, but that doesn’t mean she has no temper.
Hearing this, he only said, "Yes, I embarrassed you, but I didn't ask you to give birth to me."
There seemed to be a pause on the other end before he said in disbelief: "What did you say? Say it to me again?!"
He Chen put the beer can aside and pressed her abdomen with one hand. Because of the excessive movement, she pulled the wound and cold sweat gradually appeared on her forehead.
The blood had seeped through the gauze and onto the white T-shirt.
"I say, why don't you put an advertisement in the newspaper to end our father-daughter relationship." Her expression remained unchanged as she spoke calmly.
Then, without caring what the voice on the other end of the phone said, she hung up the phone.
The only sound in the room was the variety show.
He Chen was still leaning on the sofa, her overly cold and white fingers continuing to pick up the beer. Before she could take a sip, she heard the doorbell outside.
She hung a "Do Not Disturb" sign outside the door, so the waiter shouldn't be so inconsiderate.
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The doorbell rang twice and then disappeared.
He Chen didn't care. She continued leaning on the sofa and watching TV.
Two minutes into the game, a huge dialog box suddenly popped up on the computer screen that was playing the variety show.
It directly occupies two-thirds of the computer screen.
The dialog box has black text on a white background.
The two huge regular characters almost took up the entire dialog box:
[Go open the door.] 】
Be brief and to the point.
No one else could do it except Qin Ran.
He Chen glanced at the two words, paused for a moment, then got up with a headache and went to open the door.
She originally thought that the people outside would be Cheng Shui and his people.
I felt no burden at all when I opened the door.
Unexpectedly, when I opened the door, I saw Qin Xiuchen wearing a mask and leaning against the door frame.
He was looking down, his fingers on the phone, probably talking to someone.
The lighting in the hotel corridor was not very bright. The first thing He Chen saw was a silhouette that was as bright as a star.
He Chen was in a daze for a second, then reacted, "Actor Qin?"
"Ranran asked me to bring some things for you. Are you okay?" Qin Xiuchen stood outside the door and said as he reached out and took off his mask. Seeing the bloodstains on her T-shirt, his delicate brows furrowed in worry.
Qin Xiuchen is a big star, and some people in Continent M have recognized him.
He Chen turned sideways and let Qin Xiuchen come in first. "Fortunately, was it Ranran who asked you to come over?"
Qin Xiuchen was originally at the door preparing to give the medicine to He Chen, and told her to take good care of the medicine before leaving, but he didn't plan to go in.
He has always been self-disciplined in this regard.
When filming outside, I never go into a woman’s room without a camera.
He paused at the door. He Chen was his niece's friend. Looking at He Chen's overly pale face, Qin Xiuchen thought about it and went in.
As soon as I entered, I smelled a not-too-strong smell of alcohol.
He looked up and saw that He Chen's room was not very tidy. There was a row of beers and a mess of other things on the table.
There was also a variety show playing on the computer.
Qin Ling was solving a Luban lock above, and everyone else was looking at him expressionlessly.
"Sorry, it's a bit messy. Would you like something to drink?" He Chen walked to the small refrigerator and found that there was nothing but wine in it. He could barely see the mineral water squeezed in at the back.
"No need," Qin Xiuchen shook his head slightly, put the plastic bag in his hand on the table, lowered his head slightly while speaking, and looked at her sideways: "Ran Ran said you didn't want to go out, so she asked me to get the medicine. Can you treat the wound yourself?"
He didn't ask any further questions and didn't mention the wine.
He Chen paused and said, "Okay, thank you for your help."
Her wound was in her abdomen, so there was nothing wrong with her doing it herself.
Qin Xiuchen nodded slightly when he heard this, his eyes filled with indescribable tenderness, "Ranran is worried about you."
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been allowed to come and see it in person.
He Chen looked at Qin Xiuchen. She knew that Emperor Qin was just as the rumors said. He kept his distance from any woman. The reason he was so gentle to her at this time was just because of Qin Ran.
He Chen took it and went into the room to treat the wound.
Qin Xiuchen didn't know what situation He Chen was in, and he didn't say anything to her in the name of doing good for her. He just looked at the rather decadent environment around him and couldn't help but sigh.
When He Chen came out after treating his wound, Qin Xiuchen had already left quietly.
The beer can garbage she had placed on the table also disappeared, leaving only three cans of beer, neatly placed on it.
The smell of alcohol in the air also dissipated a lot, and Qin Xiuchen opened half of the window.
The only sound in the hall was the variety show.
In the picture above, Jingwen's cousin is laughing exaggeratedly, and the atmosphere of the show is very lively.
He Chen leaned against the door frame of the bedroom, but he could not feel any lively atmosphere.
After a long time, when she walked towards the sofa again, the doorbell rang again.
Something seemed to explode in He Chen's mind instantly.
She walked to the door and opened it.
Standing outside the door was Qin Xiuchen again. He did not take off the mask this time. Just looking at his curved eyebrows, one could tell that he was smiling. He handed the bag containing the lunch box to He Chen.
"There's a Chinese street next door. The boss's cooking skills are pretty good. This is fish porridge. I'll ask Brother Chen to give you the contact information there later."
Because it was too late, Qin Xiuchen received a phone call and left.
He Chen stood at the door, listening to Qin Xiuchen talking to the person on the other end of the phone, and she knew that the other party should be Qin Ran.
She smiled and finally sighed.
He Chen closed the door.
I sat at the table, opened the lid and ate the porridge while watching TV.
The phone not far away rang again.
This time, He Chen did not turn a blind eye, but took a look and found that it was her assistant.
She held the spoon in one hand and picked it up with the other. ”
"I have finished the last bit of your photography and printed it out, but..." The assistant paused, "Are you sure you can exhibit it?"
The other party is Qin Xiuchen.
He Chen took another bite. After hearing this, she thought about it and remembered it. “Don’t worry.”
He Chen never lets down his guard. His assistant nodded and said, "Okay, I'll send it to the curators of the Global Building right away."
On the other end of the phone, the assistant hung up the phone, and the staff around him asked excitedly: "How is it?"
The assistant clenched his fists and said, "Agreed. I'll go find them first."
The staff member finally breathed a sigh of relief, sat on a stool at the side, and murmured, "This time it's really lively."
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Beijing, Global Building Headquarters.
This is the first time that a world-class photography exhibition has been held in China. It is not just an exhibition, but also a symbol of entering the world-class stage.
The matter is of great importance, and each work in it is a shocking work by a master photographer who has been carefully selected.
Before it officially started, countless reporters followed up.
The team reviewers are all master-level figures, and only one reviewer is from China.
He sat in his office, pressing his forehead, feeling a headache. "All domestic photographers were wiped out, and the highest number of photographers only got five passes."
To get exhibits here, at least half of the curators must have passes.
Upon hearing this, the other senior executives also fell silent.
As the host country, Flower Country did not have a single painting selected for the exhibition. This matter is likely to become a hot topic in all major media outlets.
The domestic impact is not good either.
You can't just put in a random work.
The photography exhibition in the Global Building is the first milestone in the country. The selected works are selected from all over the world. It is like a fight between gods. Even if the curators give face to the host and let any work in at random, it will become a public execution scene if something goes wrong.
The reviewer from Huaguo is having a headache.
Someone knocked on the door. "Mr. Zhou, new works have been sent."
"New works?" The reviewer and the senior management looked at each other. It was almost the end of the review, and there were new works. "Whose?"
"HE." The staff member spoke while holding a packaged work in his hand.
HE?
The talented photographer who stood out at the American photography exhibition a few years ago became one of the top ten landscape photographers with his three landscape photos.
Unfortunately, after that incident, she went into hiding for several years and was not invited to several international photography exhibitions.
The chief planner of the Global Building also invited HE this time, but he did not hold out hope that she would come.
Unexpectedly, she showed up a few days before the final submission date.
"She has a new work?" The reviewer stood up excitedly, "What is it this time?"
Other senior executives also gathered around.
"HE" is very famous in the photography world, especially her three priceless landscape photographs, which are still talked about in the circle.
As we are all in the same circle, we are naturally curious about what amazing works she will bring this time.
The staff member holding the work carefully placed the picture on the table and said, "I heard from the delivery person that this time it is a picture of a person."
Character picture?
The enthusiasm and excitement of the senior management and auditors were dampened again because of the staff's words.
Everyone knows that "HE" is a landscape photographer.
Landscapes express emotions through scenery, portraits express emotions through people, and each profession has its own specialties.
A top landscape photographer is definitely not bad at taking portraits, but her portraits are definitely not as good as her landscapes.
What they want now is not "not bad", but a work that can be exhibited and fight with a group of gods.
The reviewer sighed with regret and looked away: "Why did you only send one character work?"
The staff has already used scissors to cut the packaging cartons.
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