A Billion Stars Can’t Amount to You

The person on the other end of the phone, probably because the person who changed suddenly answered the phone, was a little embarrassed. He was about half a minute late and did not make a sound. Italian: "I ask you! How is her situation?"

The deputy director and the actor director were snarled by He Jichen, and they were too scared to dare to show up.

The person on the phone finally turned around and wondered: "He Dao? She?"

Then the person on the phone seemed to feel He Jichen's impatience, and then hurriedly said, "She seems to have suffered a waist injury and a lot of blood..."

He Jichen shook his fingertips and took out his phone from his pocket without thinking.

While listening to the people on the phone, he began to make calls. As the "beep--" sound of his own mobile phone connected to the phone sounded, the staff of the assistant director heard the voice of the staff again: "... It is not known whether the injury is serious or not, and no one dared to touch her in a hurry, afraid of getting out..."

The staff’s report was not over yet, and He Jichen’s mobile phone was connected. He took the assistant director’s mobile phone from his ear and handed his mobile phone to his ear, waiting for the person inside to speak, as if to give an order. In general, the words are concise: "Are you in the hotel room? See you in the lobby on the first floor in two minutes."

Hanging up the phone, He Jichen handed the assistant director's cell phone to him, and without leaving a word, strode the meteor to the elevator.

Although Han Zhihui, the deputy director and the actor director did not understand who He Jichen had just called on the phone, he quickly hurried to see him walking towards the elevator.

He Jichen glanced at the red numbers beating on the elevator. After waiting too long, he walked to the safe passage aside, pushed open the door, stepped on the stairs, and went to the first floor.

He Jichen waited for about a minute in the lobby. The elevator door opened. A young girl in a plain white dress, holding only a mobile phone in her hand, hurried out of it.

In addition to Han Zhihui, everyone knows that the girl is the original author of "Three Thousand Fools" and the screenwriter is not too late.

Cheng Weiwan went around the lobby and glanced left and right. When he saw He Jichen, he trot all the way to him.

She was probably in a hurry to go out, and the whole journey ran over, with a tone of breath, some breathless: "General He, what's wrong?"

After talking, Cheng Weiwan nodded slightly to the deputy director and the actor director who were standing aside, and it was considered a hello.

The deputy director and the actor director opened their mouths and just greeted "It's not too late." He Jichen suddenly reached out his hand, grabbed Cheng Weiwan's wrist, and ran towards the door of the hotel.

He Jichen's steps were big and urgent, and Cheng Weiwan couldn't keep up, and could only run quickly, but the expression on her face remained calm, without any slight discomfort.

From the hotel to the filming site, there is a road that is forbidden by vehicles, but He Jichen drove in and rushed in. Then when he arrived at the filming site and saw a group of people surrounding him, he slammed on the brakes.

Almost at the same moment, He Jichen pushed the car door, got out of the car, rushed towards the crowd, and went straight away.

On the road, He Jichen briefly explained the situation to Cheng Weiwei. As soon as the car stopped, Cheng Weiwan also hurriedly got off the bus to keep up with He Jichen.