Director Li smiled, "You're finally here. I was thinking if you didn't come soon, it would delay the crew's shooting schedule again."
"Hahaha, it's good that you're here, it's good that you're here," Director Zhao breathed a long sigh of relief.
The two directors exchanged a look and smiled at each other.
Meng Jingwei shrugged, "I rested yesterday, and I'm fine today. Naturally, I can't delay the crew's progress." As she spoke, she pointed outside, "I'll go to the makeup room to get ready."
"Ah, yes, yes, yes," Director Li nodded repeatedly, his attitude towards Meng Jingwei becoming much more polite.
Perhaps it was the pressure from Qing Muye yesterday, or perhaps it was because Ji Lanfeng, upon hearing that Meng Jingwei had an accident, rushed back from abroad overnight.
Director Li, carrying heavy pressure, naturally became much friendlier towards Meng Jingwei.
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
Meng Jingwei was in the makeup room getting her makeup done when a man barged in.
The man was none other than Ji Lanfeng.
Wearing a white loose down jacket, a baseball cap, and a black mask, Ji Lanfeng strode over to Meng Jingwei, grabbed the makeup artist who was doing her makeup, and pulled her aside. He then conveniently moved a stool and sat in front of Meng Jingwei, "You old shrew, why didn't you tell me about such a big incident?"
Meng Jingwei looked at Ji Lanfeng who had suddenly appeared before her, somewhat surprised, "Why are you back?"
"Isn't that a stupid question?"
Ji Lanfeng raised his hand, pulled off his mask and hat, threw them angrily onto the table, and frowned, "You were introduced to the crew by me. If something happens to you, not only will it affect Director Li's filming, but I also won't be able to explain it to your husband."
He ran a hand through his hair, feeling agitated. "Damn it, you're my person, and someone dares to lay a hand on you?"
As a popular idol, Ji Lanfeng was taciturn and possessed the stability of a mature man, appearing gentle and refined in front of outsiders.
However, what Meng Jingwei saw before her was the true Ji Lanfeng.
"It's fine, it's all sorted out," Meng Jingwei said. "Didn't I already send you a message?"
"You can receive messages on a plane?"
"Planes have Wi-Fi."
"They do?" Ji Lanfeng shook his head. "I didn't know."
Meng Jingwei smiled and teased, "There are still things you, Ji Lanfeng, don't know."
"Stop fooling around, yesterday you..." Ji Lanfeng was about to say something when he noticed the makeup artist looking at him with adoring eyes, completely smitten. He waved his hand, "You go out first. I have something to say to her."
The makeup artist nodded, holding her phone with both hands, "My idol, can I take a photo with you?"
Ji Lanfeng frowned slightly, looking somewhat displeased, but then he stood up abruptly. He pulled the makeup artist over to his side, put an arm around her shoulder, and casually picked up her phone. "Come on, I'll count one, two, three. One, two, three..."
After saying "three," he pressed the shutter button. With a few clicks, four photos in rapid succession, he quickly handed the phone back to the makeup artist. "Goodbye."
The speed was so fast that the makeup artist hadn't even reacted. She looked blankly at the selfie on the photo and grinned, "Okay, okay."
She happily skipped out of the makeup room.
Because Meng Jingwei was now the second female lead, the director had specially arranged a private makeup room for her convenience.
"Now can you tell me who did this to you yesterday?" Ji Lanfeng asked sternly.
His sharp gaze was fixed on Meng Jingwei, his eyes seemed to convey, "If you don't give me an answer today, this matter won't be over!"