Qin Guan threw the suit on the bed and unbuckled the charming silver belt buckle. I'll take a shower, change clothes, and have dinner.
Inside the half-glazed bathroom, steam was rising, stirring up one's imagination …
When Qin Guan came out of the room refreshed, Sister Xue, who had been waiting in the buffet downstairs, was a little impatient. Isn't Qin Guan's favorite food? Why is he taking so long today?
When they met again, Sister Xue handed the voucher to the reception desk and dragged him into the restaurant.
When Qin Guan stood still, he found his good friend Huang Bo eating at the buffet.
Qin Guan was stunned for a moment before he walked over to Huang with a grin on his face. He had been feeling bored.
He walked up to Huang Bo and sat down on the long chair. "Hey, Huang Bo, why did you come here in a hurry? Didn't you say there was still a chance? "
Huang Bo raised his head and saw an old acquaintance in front of him. He said happily, "Woo, woo, woo, woo …"
Sister Xue covered her face helplessly. She pulled out a chair and sat down with a sigh. Then she explained the situation to Qin Guan.
"It's like this. Originally, I found a drama for Huang Bo, and it would last until the end of the year. But you were invited to the Silver Eagle Arts Festival, so I thought it would be a good opportunity to expand your network."
So I asked Huang to miss his shift and come here. "
"But I didn't expect that the plan couldn't keep up with the changes. After this year's Silver Eagle Festival Awards Gala, who would dare to act rashly? Therefore, the original plan of recommending Huang Bo to Wang Jingcao has to be abandoned. "
Sister Xue reminded him seriously, "Tonight is the last day of the festival. We'll fly to the capital tomorrow. You and Huang Bo, stay put. You have to spend the festival safely. Do you hear me? "
Huang had no idea what was going on in the hall. He was focused on the food in front of him. Qin Guan, who had witnessed the whole thing, nodded cautiously.
Of course, Qin Guan, who had changed his style, started to look for food in an instant. Sister Xue let out a sigh of relief. Wang Jingcao walked up to them.
After the meeting, she walked over to Sister Xue in her professional attire with her unique warm smile. "I was looking for you. Qin Guan ran faster than anyone else after the meeting. I thought he would come to the restaurant, so I came looking for him."
Sister Xue was suspicious of everything Wang Jingcao did. She put the blame on Huang Bo calmly. "What are you talking about? One of my actors just finished filming. We'll go back to the capital together."
Wang Jingcao didn't mind and looked around, asking, "Eh? Where's Qin Guan? I wanted to introduce them to some friends. "
She pointed to the entrance of the restaurant. Sister Xue turned around and saw Li Bingbing and some other Huayi actors chatting with each other.
Li had been following Wang Jingcao carefully. When he noticed Qin Guan's agent, he made a cross gesture with his hands.
Sister Xue's heart sank at the gesture. She withdrew her gaze and smiled. "Sister Wang, Qin Guan wasn't feeling well today. He had a stomachache, so he disappeared in a blink of an eye. Maybe he went to the bathroom again."
Huang Bo, who was eating at the side, raised his head in a daze. There are people eating here, can't you be more careful?
That's why it's always your acquaintance who slaps you in the face. As soon as Sister Xue's voice faded away, Qin Guan walked over with a pile of food half a meter high. As he walked, he said loudly, "Hurry up and get something to eat, Sister Xue. The committee is really generous. They have lobsters. If you don't hurry up, you'll be robbed!"
Under the disdainful gaze of the waiter, Qin Guan had taken half of the lobster. Now there's only some leftovers left.
Sister Xue looked at Qin Guan's ruddy face and then at Wang Jingcao, who was still smiling. She braced herself and said, "Qin Guan, you're such a loving companion. You're not feeling well, but you still bring food to Huang."
"Thank you, Huang Bo. Qin Guan is sweating profusely."
Huang cast a sad look at Sister Xue and lowered his head. "Thank you..."
Qin Guan felt that something was wrong. He put the plate in front of Huang. "Here you go."
Wang smiled. If Qin Guan doesn't like to curry favor with others, I can't force him.
In this industry, those who have the capital get flattered by others, while those who don't have the capital get flattered by others. Considering Qin Guan's unique face, I'll tolerate him.
She stood up from the chair and patted him on the shoulder. "Have a good rest. There are some friends in the teahouse nearby that I'd like to introduce to you. Since you're not feeling well, let's talk about it later."
Qin Guan smiled. "Okay."
Wang Jingcao was satisfied. She leisurely led the Huayi actors out of the restaurant and disappeared into the corridor around the corner.
Qin Guan came back to his senses and exchanged a glance with Sister Xue. Then he sat down and saw Huang Bo with his head down. "F * ck! My lobsters! "
Huang Bo stuffed all the lobsters Qin Guan had brought him into his mouth, gnawing on them to vent his anger.
The next day, the sky suddenly cleared up. The flight to the capital soared into the sky. Does this mean that the influence of the Silver Eagle Art Festival will fade away?
Yes, the Silver Eagle Art Festival had no influence on Qin Guan. Actually, it had no influence on anyone else.
The media had all remained silent about the festival, as if they had discussed it beforehand.
Only one or two small websites that were not afraid of death posted some irrelevant information ambiguously. It was as if everyone was trying their best to forget about the Silver Eagle Festival this time and let that day pass just like that.
Even Qin Guan's sensational news was drowned in the deep, strange water.
Liu Jia took the photos of the Silver Eagle Art Festival from her best friend while being scolded by her agent.
In the photos, Qin Guan was bending down slightly, wearing slender trousers and a tight waistcoat. He was handing his suit to her. That scene reminded her of a beautiful memory.
The agent watched helplessly as Liu Jia began to act like a fool again. Out of sight, out of mind, she put the newspaper over her head. In the latest issue of the newspaper, there was only a small line of words in the corner of the entertainment section: Wishing the 19th Silver Eagle Art Festival a successful conclusion.
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