"The theater hasn't seen you in days. Haven't you finished filming? Why are you still so busy?" Although the sentence was like this, I couldn't hear the slightest complaint. Probably she didn't dare.

"I'm sorry, I've been too busy lately. Jesse apologized to the wind on the other end of the phone.

"It doesn't matter. Then when you are free, I will go to you. Such a gentle voice made Jesse sound very comfortable.

"I'm going to the theater tonight, and we'll have dinner together after the show. ”

Reporters have been surrounding Jesse for days. Jesse never thought that he would be photographed by reporters one day, he always felt that he was just a disgusting piece of waste.

Jesse sat on the hotel couch and closed the curtains to block out the obnoxious bright sun.

Many years ago, he couldn't see the sun because he was cowardly and small. Unexpectedly, even if he stands in a position of being worshipped, he is still afraid of the sun.

Jesse is like a vampire in the night, living in the dark.

He pulled out a black leather notebook from a corner. Quietly looking at his notepad, "Zheng Fengchu, Hu Liannan and Han Chuan......" he took care of what he wrote in the notebook.

When "Li Siming ......" was written here, Jesse's pen suddenly stopped, as if he was thinking about something. A moment later, Jesse added a three-word name after Li Siming.

Jesse frowned, and drew a horizontal line in confusion, connecting the two names.

The connected names were pleasing and awkward, and Jesse quickly drew a diagonal line between the two people's names, separating them.

After a few more seconds, he circled the three-word name a few times. The black gel pen drew irregular lines, gradually covering the name - Jin Weiwei.

The notebook was full of words of different sizes, marked with blue, black, and pink annotations. "Next, it's time for the wind to get away. ”

Jesse hooked the corners of his lips slightly, and wrote in a pink gel pen notebook, "June 1st to July 14th, target: Feng Yao." ”

Inside the gym.

"Zheng Fengchu! Look at whether I've lost weight! Look at my abs. Li Siming desperately tightened his stomach.

Zheng Fengchu saw Li Siming's little trick at a glance, "It's only been a few days, and you're going to have abdominal muscles? ”

Li Siming exhaled in dejection, and his stomach popped out like a spring in an instant. He stretched out his hand and crossed his stomach, "Oh, it's normal for people to be middle-aged and get lucky." I have to go down. ”

"Who told you to like young women? Do you think they all really like uncle?" Zheng Fengchu reached out and wiped the sweat from his head. "Look at Jesse, look at you. If I were the only one in Kim, I would run with Jesse. ”

Li Siming snorted dissatisfiedly.

"You leave Jin Wei at home, don't worry, aren't you afraid that she will sneak out to find Jesse?" Zheng Fengchu asked.

Jesse was busy tearing up the singer named Han Chuan, so how could he have time. I asked the theater owner, and he hasn't been on a talk show lately. Besides, since Kim chose to return to me, it means that I am better than Jesse, and she still can't do without me. Li Siming had a confident look on his face.

"Yes, you're richer and more powerful than Jesse. Zheng Fengchu laughed dryly.

"You don't have to tell the truth, okay?" Li Siming looked at Zheng Fengchu dissatisfied.

Zheng Fengchu nodded, and said coldly, "As soon as Gu Dexian's movie is released, Jesse will be popular." In the future, you may have more money than you, and your status will be higher. ”

Li Siming chuckled in his heart, to be honest, he had already thought about this result countless times. If it weren't for his early debut and age, I'm afraid he would have been compared a long time ago.

He sighed, opened his phone, stared at the phone screen and took a few deep breaths, and then unconsciously clenched his fists.

"What are you looking at?" Zheng Fengchu leaned his head over, and when he saw Li Siming's wallpaper clearly, he instantly exclaimed. "Is your live wallpaper Jesse?

"You've just bent!" Li Siming hammered Zheng Fengchu's chest. Turning around and walking in the direction of the barbell, he shouted, "I'm going to turn hatred into motivation!"

Inside Li Siming's villa.

Kim was lying on the bed happily, looking at Jesse's new song MV with a nymphomaniac.

"Ding", Kim's only WeChat received a new message.

Jesse said to her, "Only, I need your help." If it is convenient for you, I will be waiting for you at the old place of the theater at 8:10 p.m. this evening. Be careful, avoid Li Siming. ”

Although Jin Wei didn't know what Jesse was going to do, he replied without hesitation, "Roger." Guaranteed completion of the task. ”