Chapter 2100
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Ling Jiao came out of the restaurant and curiously turned to look at the restaurant's signboard.
Although she was a little famous now, there shouldn't be such a generous fan.
This was a high-end restaurant, and the meal they just had was close to 2000 yuan.
"What's wrong?" Fu Shiqin asked.
"It's a bit strange." Ling Jiao said.
Fu Shiqin opened the door for her and waited for her to get in before sitting in the driver's seat.
"What's strange?"
"He said that the boss is my fan, but he only knows that I'm here when I'm in the restaurant." Ling Jiao looked at the restaurant again and muttered, "But he gave me a free autograph, but he's nowhere to be seen."
Usually, this kind of fan would ask for autographs and photos.
But this so-called fan only asked for an autograph, but he was nowhere to be seen.
"Uh … Maybe the boss is a bit busy and just went out, so he asked the waiter for an autograph." Fu Shiqin said with a smile.
The restaurant's boss was sitting across from her, but she couldn't let her know about this right now.
Ling Jiao curiously muttered for a while before giving up.
Fu Shiqin looked at the sky and saw that night had just fallen.
"Is there anywhere else you want to go?"
"No, I want to go back and read some books." Ling Jiao said.
Usually, when she wasn't working, she would stay at home to read or learn some other skills. She didn't like to play outside.
"What book?" Fu Shiqin asked.
"Colin McCullough's' Thorn Birds', but my foreign language isn't very good, so I can't read it very well." Ling Jiao said self-deprecatingly.
Hearing the words, Fu Shiqin read a paragraph as he drove.
"We each have something in our hearts that we don't want to give up, even if this thing makes us want to die."
"But we are like this, like the Thorn Birds in the ancient Celtic legends, crying blood and crying in the thorns, sacrificing our hearts to die."
"We create our own thorns, never calculating the price, enduring the pain and suffering, and telling ourselves that it's worth it."
…
Ling Jiao looked at him in amazement and laughed for a long time.
"You've seen it too?"
"I read it when I was in school, but I read the translated version. The English version is too much of a headache. Only freaks like my brother and sister-in-law like to read foreign books." Fu Shiqin said, not forgetting to complain about his brother and sister-in-law.
"The English version has a unique charm that the Chinese version doesn't," Ling Jiao said.
However, she was not proficient in foreign languages, so it was still a little difficult for her to read books in foreign languages.
"If you like it, let me know if you want to read anything in the future. There are too many books in my study," Fu Shiqin said.
Ling Jiao smiled and nodded. "What kind of books does Mrs. Fu like to read?"
Fu Shiqin stopped at the traffic light and turned to look at her.
"Her? Recently, she and my brother seem to be interested in some love poems. You seem to be very interested in my sister-in-law."
"She is the youngest and most talented female director in Hua City, it is normal for me to be curious," Ling Jiao said.
Many people in Hua City were curious about the amazing talent of a young female director. According to the media, she had applied to the Capital Film Academy and did not attend any classes.
But ever since she entered the industry, every role she played had become a classic. No wonder she was called a legend.
"When you have time, you can come to our house and get to know her. She has mentioned you a few times," Fu Shiqin said.
Ling Jiao replied with a smile, "Okay, I will go when I have time."
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