Chapter 80 She is strange, and her posture is also strange



Just as Ziyi said okay, the doorbell rang. When she moved to open the door, Qin Yuhuan covered her face in annoyance.

What outrageous behavior did she do that night? Her mind seemed to be flying away, and she even caused Li Xinyu to work overtime in the middle of the night to act out a nonsensical drama with her.

Li Xinyu peeked outside: "Boss Xiaozi, I'm here to see Sister Qin. The air conditioner has been repaired."

Posture:?

Is the maintenance worker at this hotel on duty 24 hours a day?

According to her previous experience, if the air conditioner in a room breaks down, the guest is usually given a higher-grade room as compensation, and there is no mention of repairing it overnight.

Finally, Qin Yuhuan walked to the door with the two scripts she brought with her that she had never used. "I'm going back. Go to bed early, Ziyi."

Ziyi waved his hand with a smile and asked Li Xinyu to go back and rest first.

When Qin Yuhuan was slowly preparing to go out with the script in his arms, someone grabbed his wrist. Qin Yuhuan was still struggling with a series of socially deadly behaviors tonight, and he looked up with a bit of confusion.

She raised her eyebrows and said, "Yuyu, you're not acting obsessive-compulsive because I told you to go to bed early and you didn't tell me?"

Qin Yuhuan's eyelids twitched several times, and her heartbeat also began to accelerate. The heat of the corridor seemed to envelop her again. She lowered her head, this time with a sense of resignation and despair: "A little bit."

This was one of the reasons. The second reason was that she wanted to stay in the same room with Ziyi, but later she felt that something was not right. She was torn back and forth by this idea, and her behavior gradually went astray.

Every cell in his body was expressing his desire to get closer to Ziyi, but reason was pulling Qin Yuhuan back to reality.

So "the air conditioner is broken", "the air conditioner is fixed again".

"Okay," Ziyi looked at Qin Yuhuan's bewildered look, moved her fingertips, and couldn't help but reach out to poke her face, "Are you really going to bed early this time?"

"I will," Qin Yuhuan promised. "If I don't get some sleep, even coffee won't save me tomorrow."

Ziyi held the person's hand all the way to the door of the room and said, "Then be good and go to sleep."

With his hand on the doorknob, he couldn't twist it, nor could he not twist it. Qin Yuhuan wanted to wait for Ziyi to come back to her room and close her door before closing his own. But Ziyi didn't leave either. She crossed her arms, smiled faintly, and waited for Qin Yuhuan to close the door.

Qin Yuhuan: ...

She was surprised, and Ziyi was actually...

A bit strange.

She took a deep breath and quickly closed the door. When her back was firmly against the door, she breathed a sigh of relief and muttered slowly to herself, "It's time to take a shower again."

This is what mysophobic people are like. After taking a shower, when they lean against the hotel door, they will uncontrollably have the illusion that the shower was in vain or even worse than before, as if everything is dirty.

Ziyi didn't know that Qin Yuhuan had started tossing and turning in the room again. She went back to her room yawning and stayed up all night until dawn. When she woke up, the crew had already started filming for several hours.

Fang Zhiying is also well-known in the entertainment industry for her strict attitude towards work. In order to scout scenes, she often leaves work at 12 or 1 or 2 o'clock, and starts work at 4 or 5 o'clock in the morning. Ziyi gets up at 8 o'clock at work, which makes Fang Zhiying feel like the sky is falling down.

She opened her notebook and collected today's emails as usual. While waiting for the hotel to deliver breakfast, she replied to all the emails she could.

There were a few emails from Shu Baiqi in the emails that had sunk to the bottom of the pile. Probably because all attempts to contact him had been fruitless and Ziyi's email was the only option left. The emails initially explained in a kind voice that he had been deceived, but later on he began to accuse and insult Shu Baiqi.

The gist of it is that she deliberately took Shu Baizhu's people, and ended up doing this to Shu Baizhu's family.

But in fact, in this life, Ziyi and Shu Baizhu have nothing.

Ziyi scoffed, closed the email, and after a moment's thought, typed a message to Shu Baizhu: [I've been flooded with emails, so I just noticed your brother's email. He might be on the verge of a rage, so be careful.]

[Shu: He was taken away to cooperate with the investigation. He'll be fine. I'm sorry, his tone must have been bad.]

It's definitely not good, but Ziyi didn't care too much. What made Ziyi feel even more strange was Shu Baizhu's attitude. It was hard to say what was strange about it, but it seemed that he was more humane and not as cold and indifferent as in the previous life.

At least in this life, every sentence Shu Baizhu said to her had enough words.

After closing the laptop, the atmosphere on set was somewhat awkward. Qin Yuhuan was standing behind Fang Zhiying, seemingly talking to someone. "Xiao Li, why aren't you working?"

The post was quite strange. Even though they hadn't started work yet, it seemed like it was still mid-morning snack time? Several of the main actors were holding small cakes and seemed to be eating them, but they actually didn't eat a single bite.

Although he is not working, his every move and every word are like acting.

"Boss Xiaozi, Yu Qingqing is filming next door. When she heard we were here, she ordered a bunch of milk tea and cakes. She said she wanted to apologize to Sister Qin for the last time she spoke inappropriately and caused Sister Qin to be scolded or something."

Li Xinyu arrived early and knew a lot. Fang Jinyao was not there, and Fang Zhiying was afraid of being beaten after the filming, so he stood out silently to block the hand for Qin Yuhuan.

Ziyi said "oh", picked up a piece of cake, and walked towards Qin Yuhuan with confidence.

"Director Fang, why aren't you working? We can't just rely on the funding from the investors and go on the slack." Ziyi opened the plastic wrapper of the small cake and scooped a spoonful into it. "Also, why aren't the snacks for the crew from Rong Fu Ji? Don't workers deserve animal cream and fresh fruit?"

"Oh, this isn't the crew's meal. The crew's meals are all arranged according to the investors' instructions. From the lead actors to the extras, they all get top-notch food, regardless of quality." Fang Zhiying said politely, "Xiao Yu sent it."

I guess it's just the kind you casually order from an ordinary cake shop. I don't mind it, but... it's indeed a bit embarrassing to present in a formal occasion.

"Who is this..." Yu Qingqing felt that Ziyi was too radiant at first glance. She subconsciously wanted to judge Ziyi's wealth from her clothes, but after looking for a long time, she couldn't tell which brand the clothes were from.

"I'm a distant relative of Director Fang's, here for an internship." She smiled. "Miss Yu, do you have any advice?"

Yu Qingqing didn't doubt it for a moment.

Most of the clothes she couldn't recognize were not from particularly expensive brands.

"It's nothing, I just think it's funny. Are young people nowadays so picky? When someone treats you, you still have to be picky about whether there's cream or not?" Yu Qingqing almost couldn't control her expression.

"Sister Yu."

Ziyi was about to retort when the small Qin Yuhuan stood in front of her, his tone still polite.

It was the call "Sister Yu" that sounded a bit funny to Ziyi. It felt like she was calling her "Sister Yu", as they were obviously about the same age.

"First of all, this isn't a treat; it's your apology for your outspokenness. Also, Sister Yu used to like vegetable butter, but I heard that Mai Xiang Xiang's signature dish is all-animal butter."

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