Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

Cheng Hong finished filming. There were no flowers, only a few brief rounds of applause and well wishes from everyone.

However, Qin Lan and Zhang Qin, who were already dressed in their costumes, did not join in the fun.

"Brother Che, are you leaving today?"

Faced with Qin Lan's doubts, Yang Che glanced at Zhang Qin and said patiently, "There are some things that need to be taken care of with the product placement team. Just focus on your performance, and I'll tell Director Ye to edit some of your performance clips later."

Qin Lan was a little surprised. She was prepared to be teased, with things like, "Do I have to report to you?" But Che Ge's gentle explanation and care made most of her feelings of sadness at parting disappear.

Overwhelmed with emotions, he glanced at Zhang Qin beside him, and all his unspoken words were condensed into: "Oh, thank you, Brother Che."

"I'm fine."

Yang Che looked at Zhang Qin halfway through his sentence.

Zhang Qin's face was calm, but the sorrow in her eyes seemed to solidify in the air. Clearly, she was not as easy to coax as Qin Lan. After all, she had accidentally touched the sticky strands of hair while taking a shower that morning, and it hurt so much.

And your underwear is still in my suitcase.

Yang Che made a phone call gesture: "Keep in touch."

Zhang Qin calmed down a bit, smiled and nodded: "Yes, have a safe journey."

Yang Che waved his hand, smiled nonchalantly, and went to greet everyone one by one.

Everyone was very polite, and few people took the initiative to ask Yang Che for his contact information, not even Tao Hong, with whom he was already quite familiar.

Yang Che took Kou Zhanwen's, Xu Zheng's, Ye Chongming's, and of course Zhang Qin's.

Li Liqun simply shook hands and said, "There's a chance to cooperate."

In the entertainment industry, even though we're all in the same field, or even if we're filming the same movie or recording the same show, we only interact during work hours. Once filming or recording is finished, we have to go back to our own lives.

Just like classmates in school, you might be in the same class, but you're not necessarily from the same world. Whether you stay in touch or not after the class ends is up to you.

At 11 a.m., Yang Che and Cheng Hong got into the bullet car driven by Xiao Zhou.

Of course, there's also her assistant, Xiao Qiu, who is about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old.

On the way to Jinling, Yang Che and Cheng Hong didn't flirt. She said, "I got up at 5 a.m. to put on makeup this morning," and then put on an eye mask and earplugs and lay down on her side to sleep.

Yang Che looked at her lips after she removed her makeup and then applied lipstick. They were naturally pouty, full like cherries, and the corners of her mouth were also naturally slightly upturned, combining girlishness with nobility.

She truly deserves to be called the pinnacle of Chinese beauty.

Yang Che didn't sleep; he slept very well yesterday.

As the saying goes, "When you drink water, don't forget the well-digger," well... okay, actually we should be most grateful to the earth.

So Yang Che and Zhang Qin chatted via text message.

Where did you go?

"Just got on the highway. Is your makeup done?"

"Alright, it's almost time to take the picture."

"They'll be beautiful, let's print a lot more."

"what."

"Give it to me when we meet again."

"No."

"That's not up to you, my dear sister."

"Ugh, what are you saying? I'm not talking to you anymore."

That was true, but after more than ten minutes, Zhang Qin sent another message: "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Yang Che looked at his right hand.

"some."

Zhang Qin sent another message three minutes later.

"Then why did you provoke me?!"

I'll tell you next time we meet.

Two or three minutes later, Zhang Qin sent a string of ellipses.

That's more like it. Life presents so many problems; how can we seek answers to everything?

Yang Che smiled, glanced at the time, it was already 12 o'clock, and then sent a text message to Fan Bingbing.

"Little Fatty, have you arrived in Tanzhou yet?"

Instead of a text message, I received a phone call.

Yang Che curled his lip in disgust. Really, why make a phone call?

The sentiment behind the short letter is quite meaningful.

But I answered it anyway.

"Don't call me Fatty."

The noise was loud, and Yang Che subconsciously glanced at Xiao Qiu in the passenger seat, seeing that she was also sleeping with her head tilted to the side.

"You seem to be in a good mood. Did you get results?"

"No, I just got into my hotel room. In a little while, I'll be having dinner with my company, my dad, and Hunan TV. You're so concerned about me, huh? Hehe."

Yang Che's voice was gentle: "Yes, I've been thinking about it."

For a moment, Yang Che could hear her breathing through the phone receiver. After a few seconds of silence, Fan Bingbing said arrogantly, "Tch, I definitely won't cause any trouble for your great producer Yang."

"You're not calling me 'brother' anymore?"

"Who told you to call me Little Fatty? Hmm...hehe, bro."

Hearing the stark contrast in his tone, Yang Che gave a strange, cold laugh: "Heh."

"Hey bro, I have a question for you. When are you planning to release 'My Sassy Girl'?"

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, you tell me."

"April or May, I guess."

Fan Bingbing was quite pleased with himself and said in a deliberately mature tone, "I'm considering my development plan, and you are an important part of my future."

"I haven't said I'd use you yet."

"My dad knocked on my door. I'll call you back when I'm done."

Fan Bingbing finished speaking quickly and then hung up the phone.

Yang Che opened his mouth and said, "Okay, the 17-year-old chubby boy is really cute."

At 12:15, the car exited the highway.

Then Cheng Hong stretched lazily, revealing her curves and acting very generously. Wearing an eye mask, she probably forgot that Yang Che was sitting next to her.

This made Yang Che sigh. Thirty-one-year-old Cheng Hong was very beautiful, a mature beauty, and he didn't expect her to be so attractive.

It's quite round. How round? So round that Yang Che's hand trembled involuntarily, so round that he really wanted to pat it.

Damn, Kai is eating really well!

When Cheng Hong stretched halfway through her stretch and realized that her belly and waist were exposed, she felt a pair of naked eyes staring at her, even though she was wearing an eye mask.

She wanted to stop; she didn't want him to see the stretch marks still visible on her belly. But as the thought crossed her mind, her heart sank, and she wanted him to see them... No, she couldn't let him see them.

Before she could figure it out, she had finished stretching.

She wanted to quickly remove the blindfold to see if he was looking at her, but she also wanted to remove it slowly so he would look away and avoid the awkwardness.

So Cheng Hong first pulled out her earplugs, then lifted her blindfold, only to meet a pair of smiling eyes.

"You woke up at just the right time."

His tone was normal, and his eyes were calm without the slightest evasion.

Cheng Hong couldn't help but smile: "It's hard to say whether it's a habit or a problem. Whenever I fall asleep in a car, I always wake up the moment we get off the highway."

Yang Che nodded: "Then your brain development is better than the average person's."

"ha?"

"Simply put, you have a very strong vestibular balance function. Hey? Sis, is your sixth sense incredibly accurate?"

Cheng Hong blinked: "No, wait, are you serious? No, there's a scientific explanation for this?"