Lu Jinnian's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness in an instant, and then he stood up suddenly, then glanced at the script that he had put aside, and was about to reach out to take it, but after a pause, he turned around directly and left with a cold face.

When Producer Sun saw Lu Jinnian leaving, he didn't dare to stay too long, and hurriedly followed.

The meal was finally over, Qiao An was secretly relieved, feeling that her whole body was collapsed, she sat down in her chair, calmed down a little, and then stood up and prepared to leave.

Qiao Anhao hadn't taken two steps yet, and suddenly a polite voice from the waiter came from behind him: "Miss, I'm sorry, please wait a moment." ”

Qiao An turned around and saw the waiter coming over with a script: "Miss, is this what you left behind?" ”

When Qiao Anhao came, she didn't take the script at all and shook her head.

"That must have been left by someone from your crew, please help hand it over."

Joan took it.

"Thank you." The waiter smiled and thanked Qiao Ann and left.

When eating, there were only her on the table, Lu Jinnian, Song Xiangsi and Cheng Yang, the script was not hers, it must be Lu Jinnian, Song Xiangsi and Cheng Yang.

Qiao Anhao thought about it while casually flipping through the script, wanting to find clues from it to see if she could tell who it was, but as soon as she opened the first page, she saw three familiar words.

Those three words are written vigorously and magnificently.

Lu Jinnian.

It turned out to be Lu Jinnian's script pulled here.

Jo Ann's heartbeat was so fast that it suddenly jumped a beat.

Back in the hotel room, Qiao Anhao lay on the desk, staring at the script, wondering in his heart whether to return the script to Lu Jinnian when filming tomorrow, or send it to him now?

Qiao Anhao prefers the first way, but tomorrow is Lu Jinnian's play, what if he has to memorize his lines at night?

In fact, Qiao An could have given the script to the hotel staff or Zhao Meng, and asked them to send it to Lu Jinnian, so that she didn't have to be so entangled, but she was a little reluctant.

Qiao An thought about it for a while, but still picked up her mobile phone and dialed Lu Jinnian.

The phone rang several times before it was answered, and Lu Jinnian didn't give Qiao An a good place to speak, so he threw three words with his head and face: "What's the matter?" ”

Although after a phone call, Qiao Anhao still felt that Lu Jinnian's mood didn't seem to be very good, she swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously, and said softly: "Your script fell in the restaurant." ”

Lu Jinnian on the other end of the phone was silent for about five seconds, and then threw a "1001" to Qiao Anhao, and then cut off the phone.