The third sound of the mobile phone rang, Song Weiwei quickly turned on the mute and buckled the mobile phone on the desktop.

In the middle of a meeting, Kim glanced up at her and then lowered his head to continue working on the novel, "I don't want to know what the other party is looking for you?" he said to himself.

"It doesn't matter. Song flattened his mouth slightly, looking indifferent.

Kim felt that Song Weiwei was pretending to be too fake, she clearly cared about it, her fingers were lightly placed on the phone, and the rhythm was fast and slow, which showed how much she wanted to find a gap to reply to the other party.

"Do you want to go out in style?" Song Weiwei heard the other party's proposal, put away his mobile phone, and followed Kim out of the conference room.

This small second floor is Kim's studio in the United States, the team is not large, more than a dozen people, but they are all well-known figures in the industry, they perform their own duties, design, publicity and editor, Song Weiwei is in it as a screenwriter's assistant, the work content is generally to assist Kim to complete the entire script framework filling.

There was a pantry on the second floor, and there was no one in it now, so the two of them came here one after the other to light the cigarettes that were clipped to their fingertips.

"Don't play dumb with me, you kid. Kim scratched the two handfuls of white hair on his forehead and smiled proudly.

"How can there be, teacher, what am I pretending to be stupid. Kim flicked off the cigarette ash on the corner of his clothes and took a deep breath of cigarette, their eyes met in the misty smoke, but Song Weiwei was not afraid, and grinned.

"Don't delay work, my child. Kim spoke like an elder, in fact, he was old enough to be Song Weiwei's father.

"Obey the boss. Song Weiwei went and poured two cups of cold white and handed them to Kim. "Will you support me?" she paused, thinking that Kim would definitely support her without delaying her work, and she followed up and added, "Of course, if I try to keep up with you." ”

"That will be a few years later. Kim did not respond positively to whether he supported Song Weiwei to find a man in the United States, he had no right to interfere in a person's love life, and he had no right to ask about other people's private affairs.

As long as she doesn't mess with her plans. The final topic of conversation between the two fell on the newcomer who will join next week.

"Take her with you, though it's no worse than you. Song muttered slightly, but Kim listened completely. "I won't take sides, just don't mess with me. He acted as if he had another burden, helpless and annoyed, and then pinched the cigarette butt and turned to leave the pantry.

Kim walked back slowly, but there was a 180-degree change in his expression, the newcomer who will come next week has something to do with him, what choice will he make between the two people? Of course, he chose to sacrifice Song Weiwei, she is destined to become a stepping stone for others to start.

James touched the tip of his nose, he wore a framed glasses without lenses, and with an iced cup of coffee in his hand, he paced in front of the convenience store he thought was going to close soon.

"I said big star, do you wish someone would recognize you?" James blinked, took off his sunglasses, and watched Michelle lean against the door frame and speak to himself.

"Wait for someone to come in and wait, don't get in the way of my business. Mrs. Michelle is a loud voice, James was unable to respond to the complaints, he did come to find Song Weiwei, and he didn't answer two phone calls, so he drove more than ten kilometers to this street where there were not many people to block Song Weiwei.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no itinerary today, he wouldn't have come here if he was invited.

"When does she get off work?" Michelle sat in front of the small TV and changed two stations, her long blonde hair was coiled high, and her red lips were wiped all the year round.

"Sir, are you talking about ......" Michelle smiled, her eyes focused on the TV show again. "That Chinese girl who has no attractive figure and is not good at dealing with people?"

"Hmm... Sorry, probably this girl. James looked expectant, "So you know where she is?" but Michelle made a big detour with him, "No, I don't know." ”

Hell, what the hell! James almost jumped up from his chair, and he stomped his foot twice in anger to ignore the fat woman.

Michelle smiled and leaned back, this kid is so interesting, look at him in a hurry, Song Weiwei can still run. "Have you contacted her?" asked Michelle.

Although James thought in his heart that he would not talk to this woman any more, who made this fat lady look the most familiar with Song Weiwei.

"Contacted, but there was no reply. Discouraged, James began to get up again and paced back and forth in front of the counter.

“um… Sir, you have to go to her like a man, it's a big deal to be blasted out. "Anyway, you're not a popular star anymore, no paparazzi will shoot this.

"What about her? Where can I find her?" James' eyes lit up, anticipating what Michelle was going to say next. "I don't know. ”

James exhaled deeply, holding it in his chest for a long time, he was really about to be mad by this woman.

Michelle also succeeded in her careful tricks on others, and handed James a written note with a narrow smile, and the row of addresses on it was actually nearby.

"The person you want to find lives nearby, go to her and ask for clarification yourself. With that, Mrs. Michelle received a warm embrace from James. "Ma'am, you've done me a great favor!" thought James, who wasn't bad yet.

The waiting time is always a bit long, Song Weiwei came back at 10 o'clock in the evening after changing the small transmission, and he wanted to go to Michelle's store to ask for a cup of coffee, but he was unusually coaxed home. "Come on, one less drink won't be fine, my little angel. ”

"You should go home and find the surprise. ”

Song shook her phone, which was out of battery, because of the revision of the script these days, she had a bad problem of losing three or four things. For example, today, she forgot to bring a charger to go out, and she wanted to take advantage of the break to call James back, but her phone ran out of battery.

Forget it, let's go home.

She lived in a fruit shop, and she had to go around to the low building and use a rusty iron ladder to get home. James bought a few bags of fruit in the fruit store, most of which were intended to be given to Song Weiwei, and she didn't look like a water-loving person.

“…… Song Weiwei!" James recognized the girl at a glance, her hair was so beautiful.

"Why are you here?" James suddenly appeared so that she didn't recover for a while, could it be because she didn't reply to his message?

"Are you tired of working overtime?" James almost rubbed Song Weiwei's shoulders. Song Wei scratched his hair a little uncomfortably, seeing that he was tired, he must have waited for a long time.

"Do you want to go up and sit down?" Song was slightly worried that he would be disgusted.

"Of course, of course!" James took Song Weiwei's laptop and bit his lower lip to follow closely. They walked around the low building, through iron ladders, and finally stopped in front of a yellowed and old security door.

"You live here?" James looked around, this place could still accommodate people, which showed how much money the landlord had to see.

"Sorry, it's a bit messy inside, you just find a place to sit, I'll pour you a drink. "The original small attic of more than ten square meters was just one person, and the two of them couldn't get off their feet.

Song Weiwei usually doesn't bother to clean up, and when he comes back, he falls asleep, usually takes a shower and goes to the company to wash, and simply washes at home. James was shocked by the mess of the house, not to mention the pig's nest, how she had lived in the junkyard for so long.