They all say I'm a good wife

Qiu Ming is tall, so it's easy to help, and there is no technically difficult work here, it's just lifting, so after working for a while, he has successfully penetrated into the crowd.

"Big man, come here and help move this board!"

"Handsome guy, do me a favor, this thing is too heavy."

"Thank you, which group are you from, why haven't I seen you before?"

Helped, everyone in the program team had to say a few words politely, Qiu Ming smiled and said nothing, anyway, it was just work, so don't talk nonsense.

This is the skill he learned from the student union. There is work in his eyes, just work, don't gossip about nothing, as long as you work hard, people who can see will always see.

When things were almost done, Qiu Ming checked the time and it was almost noon. He began to walk slowly towards the hotel, intending to wake up Zhuo Lan, let her get up early to eat something, and then go to make up.

When he walked into the hotel, Qiu Ming saw that the elevator was still on the eighth floor, and he only needed to go up to the third floor, so he simply walked into the corridor without waiting for the elevator.

When I walked to the second floor without thinking, I heard a few people talking at the corridor entrance on the third floor...

……

In the room, Zhuo Lan woke up early.

She was woken up by thirst. She had a lot of exercise in the morning, and fell asleep after she came back. She only ate two steamed buns in the middle, and after sleeping for so long, she would naturally lack water.

After getting up, she found that the water glass was placed beside the bed, and the water in it was warm. Drinking it in one sip would quench her thirst and make her feel more comfortable.

Putting down the glass, Zhuo Lan thought for a while, and then vaguely remembered that when she came back yesterday, the water glass was not placed in this position... So, Qiu Ming should have prepared this for her.

Zhuo Lan pursed her lips, put down her cup, and her eyes quickly fell on the desk next to her.

She didn't put the script there either...

She picked up the desk book and slowly opened it.

Inside, all the important places are marked with a highlighter, one after another, which is clear at a glance. From these marks, you can see how serious the person who took the notes is.

Zhuo Lan subconsciously touched one of the marks left by the highlighter with her finger, let her fingertips slide across the slightly rough paper, pursed her lips again, and then looked seriously.

Since she was a child, her grades have been very good. Otherwise, she would not have been able to get bursaries for poor students in the township and county every year, and walk out of the mountains step by step.

After reading through the script carefully, she already remembered a lot of things in the script, but there were still some things that she didn't quite understand.

For example, the settings of some games, although they have read the rules, are still in the clouds, so you have to go to the scene to see it in person before you can figure it out.

Therefore, Zhuo Lan quickly got up from the bed, dressed neatly, and walked out.

The rooms on the first and second floors of the hotel have been surrounded by the program group. At this time, the corridor is very quiet, and there is no sound at all.

The sunlight came in through the window sill and fell on the ground, forming several long beams of light.

Zhuo Lan was used to walking the stairs, so she didn't go in the direction of the elevator, and was going to go down the corridor directly.

Before approaching the door of the corridor, I suddenly heard someone talking inside: "I have inquired about it, and that woman was newly signed by Feitianxia Media. She said that she was originally a female student of the dance department. The female third in the movie, and the movie hasn’t even been released yet.”

"That's it?"

Another hoarse voice couldn't help but said contemptuously: "What kind of star is this? He can also be on the show? I'm watching [-] Satellite TV. It's getting more and more unreliable. What kind of people are invited, no You have lowered your grades."

Another female voice said: "That's right, it will be miserable when it's on the show. This kind of character design for children in impoverished mountainous areas is really unbearable."

"It looks like a poor little bug now, maybe there's something behind it."

"Look at the appearances of the hosts today...tsk...I think there's..."

……

Hearing such words, Zhuo Lan felt extremely uncomfortable.

She didn't have the courage to push the door open and continued to walk into the corridor. She only thought that it might be better for her to retreat at this time.

Maybe hide under the quilt and sleep again, and when you wake up, you can forget all these words.

She was about to walk away quietly, at this moment, there was a light cough from a little lower in the corridor, and then someone came up from below, the footsteps were steady and powerful.

The people who were talking in the corridor fell silent.

Zhuo Lan was a little curious, thinking in her heart that she didn't know who it was, and suddenly said in a low voice: "Hey, if you want to gossip behind people's backs, you also pick places, and you are so full of shit here, be careful to offend People, if you can't eat, walk around."

Zhuo Lan immediately recognized that it was Qiu Ming, which made her heart suddenly calm down.

The few people who were talking in the corridor didn't know what their reaction was, so they didn't make a sound anyway.

Qiu Ming's voice said again: "Hurry up and get out, let me hear your nonsense next time, believe it or not, I will beat you up?"

The footsteps of those people were a little panicked, and they quickly went downstairs.

Zhuo Lan pursed her lips, turned around and ran to her own room, quickly returned to the room, and lay back in the bed again.

She didn't know why she was running, and she didn't know why her heart beat faster when she ran even though it was only a short distance.

But she just wanted to quickly hide back under the covers, tuck her head under the pillow like an ostrich, close her eyes, and pretend to be soundly asleep.

After a while, Qiu Ming opened the door and came in.

His footsteps became very light from the moment he entered the door.

Zhuo Lan didn't open her eyes, but she could feel her artist assistant tiptoeing to her bedside.

After being silent for a while, Qiu Ming called her in a very soft voice: "Zhuo Lan, Zhuo Lan, wake up..."

Zhuo Lan had studied acting, and slowly opened her eyes, looking at each other with a bit of sleepiness.

Qiu Ming laughed and said: "It's almost time, hurry up and tidy up, then eat something, you are going to make up."

The voice sounded a bit coaxing to a child, and it was completely different from the tone in the corridor before.

Zhuo Lan wanted to purse her lips, but she held back. After she got up, she generously picked up the cup beside the bed, took a sip of water, and then tried to keep herself calm and said, "Thank you, Qiu Ming .”

"Ok?"

Qiu Ming was startled for a moment, not knowing what it meant.

Zhuo Lan pretended to put down the water glass inadvertently: "Thank you for the water you prepared for me."

Qiu Ming didn't care either, and while helping Zhuo Lan pack some things into the bag, he said, "I'm just afraid that you'll be thirsty after waking up. What's the matter, there's no need to thank us."

Zhuo Lan nodded vigorously: "Well, I see, between us...you are welcome."