Her Path to Popularity Chapter 7

People with weak hearts cannot talk to Bai Jisheng for more than three sentences, otherwise they will easily lose their temper. It's hard for Avery Jiang not to keep this in her entertainment industry rules.

But what was taken in the afternoon was Wen Zijia and his apprentice's first visit to confirm the death of You Qin's husband. Don't say more than three sentences. A conservative estimate would probably be that you can't stop talking for thirty sentences.

Delilah Zhao was not in a hurry: "Do I need to give you two ten minutes to show off first?"

Bai Jisong flipped through the script, noncommittal. Avery Jiang said, "Okay, Director Zhao." Compared with her personal grudge with Bai Jishen, she was more urgent to know what kind of feelings Delilah Zhao wanted from Wen Zijia. Why couldn't he tell her directly?

"Excuse me..." Bai Jisheng took the role very quickly. He didn't even raise his head, but his lines had already come out.

The two of them recited their lines fluently.

It's no use.

Avery Jiang keenly realized that this was completely useless.

It’s just reciting lines. Without scenes, there is no emotion. Bai Jisong didn't raise his face very much, not knowing what was brewing.

Fortunately, Delilah Zhao quickly signaled them to come over and prepare to start shooting.

Bai Jisheng took off his coat and handed it to Hazel Xu. Avery Jiang had been concentrating on the script just now, and then he caught a glimpse that she had already changed into costumes.

Before she could see clearly, Bai Jisheng entered the house and locked the door tightly.

"Let's begin." Delilah Zhao signaled.

Wen Zijia and his apprentice did not rush to ring the doorbell, but observed briefly outside the door.

This is a quite high-end community, and the security measures are not bad. Along the way, the two of them saw that surveillance cameras were installed wherever they should be installed.

The apprentice looked at the electronic peephole on the door: "Master, the surveillance should be able to detect a lot of things."

Wen Zijia pursed her lips. She was accustomed not to have high hopes for any clue, but she still nodded to her apprentice. Then she rang the doorbell, and a few seconds later, a voice came from inside: "Who are you?" The other person should be observing them through the peephole.

"Hello, we are the police." Wen Zijia took out his ID and put it in front of Maoyan. With a click, the door was unscrewed.

The room was very cold.

This was Wen Zijia's first feeling. It was cold and dry, as if he had opened all the windows in the house.

In such a cold room, the hostess wore a cyan nightdress, a knitted cardigan draped over her shoulders, and her arms were folded around her, presumably with a sense of vigilance and resistance.

Bai Jisang has a strong appearance, but in this kind of role, her eyebrows are very gloomy and melancholy.

Wen Zijia looked at her face without any trace, and looked at her clothes. "Hello." Wen Zijia said, "My surname is Wen, and this is Lin. We are here to ask about your husband."

"My name is You Qin." The hostess said calmly, "What happened to him?"

Wen Zijia stared at her closely: "I'm sorry, he is dead."

You Qin's eyes did not dodge and he said coldly: "I understand."

Wen Zijia clearly felt that the disciple beside him was breathing faster. In the case of her husband's death, the wife has always been one of the key targets of investigation, and her attitude was so bland and indifferent that she could not escape suspicion.

Isn't she afraid? Or is this done on purpose? Wen Zijia was suspicious by nature, his eyes flickering, and he quietly observed the layout of the living room in the corner of the entrance hall.

"How long has it been since he came home?"

"Two days. I left home at 8 o'clock the day before yesterday and haven't come back." You Qin hugged her arms tightly, with tiny goosebumps appearing on her skin. She answered concisely, anticipating the police's question. "He does this all the time, so I'm not worried and I'm not going to report it."

The apprentice asked: "Is he so busy at work?"

You Qin looked up at him sarcastically: "Of course not, it's probably not work."

Wen Zijia interrupted their conversation at the right time. A whole story had already appeared in her mind, but she would not be affected by inertial thinking. After a pause, she asked You Qin: "Are you cold? Why do you have to open all the windows in this weather?"

You Qin was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect her to ask this question: "I don't like the smell in my home, so I open the windows regularly to ventilate it. Besides,"

She gently pulled off the knitted sweater. On her snow-white right shoulder, there was a black snake tattoo with a bright red head and several colorful flowers blooming on the scales. It's just that the surrounding skin is flushed and bruised, just like bright scars.

"It hurts." You Qin said.

Not only Wen Zijia, but also Avery Jiang felt a stab in the eye. You Qin's shoulders were straight, one side was intact, and the other side was even more shocking. The snake almost seemed to come alive, swimming slowly and slightly with its breathing.

Bai Jisong's lips parted, but before he could read a single word of the line, Avery Jiang suddenly said "Ah" in surprise.

Delilah Zhao frowned, obviously trying to catch the wrong word. Just when he was about to shout, Avery Jiang pinched the bridge of her nose quickly, and blood dripped down her hand.

The prop master was startled and shook his head vigorously, indicating that it was not his fault and it was not time to crush the blood bag yet!

The apprentice's actor is Bian Ziqing, a young actor in his twenties. Under the high pressure of Delilah Zhao's crew, he did not consider the unexpected situation at all. He reflexively showed a predetermined look of surprise and went to help Avery Jiang: "Master! "

Bai Jishen didn't think much, and was naturally startled. He stretched out his hand to hold Avery Jiang's cheek, and pinched her nose with the other hand, just like in the script. But Avery Jiang didn't follow the script. Instead, he put his hand on the back of her hand to stop her. Of course, Bai Jisheng would not let her hinder the development of the script. With a gentle squeeze, Avery Jiang said "Ah" again, and the bright red liquid fell down in a flash.

This is the blood pack! Bai Jishen reacted suddenly, took a step forward, and kept pressing her nose.

When Delilah Zhao didn't shout, Avery Jiang weakly used her lines to redeem herself: "I'm sorry..."

The apprentice said: "My master has a chronic problem with nosebleeds. The window in your room is open and the air is too dry."

"It's okay, it's okay." You Qin handled it well, and the bleeding gradually stopped. Her white hands and arms were covered with bright red marks.

The camera finally stopped, and Delilah Zhao actually clapped indifferently: "Great, I originally thought that Wen Zijia wouldn't be surprised if she knew she had nosebleeds. But now that she looks at it like this, she I don’t know when I will flow, but a little onomatopoeia will make it more vivid. "

She thought for a moment and then added: "Real flow is better than blood bags, what do you think?"

This woman has become dehumanized. Avery Jiang thought secretly.

It was the first time she had a nosebleed, and she didn't know why. Her head felt dizzy, and she was even more afraid of screwing up the whole scene. Her face turned blood red after she realized it.

Bian Ziqing was very discerning and helped to get the ice towel. Before Avery Jiang reached out, Bai Jisong had already taken it.

She wiped off the real blood and fake plasma on Avery Jiang's face bit by bit with a towel, and said at the same time: "Director Zhao, take a break, don't get seriously injured at work."

Avery Jiang said hurriedly: "It doesn't matter, it will be fine soon."

Delilah Zhao didn't care: "It doesn't matter, just rest. It's a good start on the first day today."

This woman has completely lost her humanity!

The two of them sat on the chairs in the lounge, and the white hair had already rubbed her hand. Avery Jiang was a little embarrassed: "I'll do it myself."

"It's time to wipe mine, will you come?" Bai Jisheng said, wiping his fingers and arms with a towel and motioning to the staff to get another towel.

Bai Jisong handed the new towel to Avery Jiang and said briefly: "Put it on your forehead."

Avery Jiang would not be ignorant of the current situation and said that she knew it, and silently applied an ice towel to her forehead.

Bai Jisheng said: "Director Zhao is like this. He can shoot as long as he can. He doesn't like to shout to get stuck in the next shot."

"It's so smooth. The seats are ready anyway." Avery Jiang pressed the towel and said sincerely, "Thank you."

Bai Jisheng didn't answer. She was afraid of the cold and couldn't help but pull at her sweater.

Avery Jiang stood up a little and brought the blanket next to her over: "When did the makeup team do the tattoo? It's very realistic."

"It's not made." Bai Jisong hugged the furry blanket and smoothed the hair. "It was originally my tattoo."

Avery Jiang paused and couldn't help but be surprised: "Never... never heard of it."

"Because I have been filming, I will cover it up." Bai Jisheng replied matter-of-factly, "My fans know."

Also, I'm not a fan of others, so how can I care so much about such a trivial matter.

Avery Jiang thought thoughtfully: "Is that why snakes are written in the script?"

Bai Ji sighed and said, "It wasn't true at first. Director Zhao changed it. It turns out it's similar anyway. It's a pretty sinister tattoo."

Avery Jiang agreed with this description. The bright red snake head still remained on her retina, spitting out long messages. Anything that is too gorgeous must be poisonous.

Bai Jisheng suddenly raised his eyes and looked at her: "Sister Jiang, you don't have a nosebleed because you are afraid of snakes, right?"

"No." Avery Jiang said immediately, "I'm not afraid of snakes."

Bai Jisheng laughed after hearing this, "It's not because you're afraid. Why is your nose bleeding? Is it because you're too beautiful?"

Avery Jiang actually didn't know why.

When she doesn't know what to do, she usually responds to changes by staying the same.

She remained silent, looking at Bai Jisong as calmly as possible, trying to get rid of the vague black snake in her mind.

Bai Jishen often saw this look on her face. In various interviews, once the media asked some sharp or hard-to-answer questions, Avery Jiang would stare at the other person in such a gentle and calm way, showing that she was thinking seriously (how to answer the question) Tai Chi), sometimes with a smile and a slight nod to deal with it.

Avery Jiang is such a person. She seems to be approachable, but in fact she is very defensive and introverted. No wonder she has few friends.

Bai Jisong put the blanket aside and took off his knitted cardigan. Avery Jiang frowned and immediately understood what Bai Jisong meant: "Don't worry, there is no need for exposure therapy. Such mistakes will not happen again."

Her face was calm, but her heart was pounding. She was distracted and thinking: Something bad is going on. I heard that nosebleeds are a sign of serious illness. I am neither afraid of snakes nor tattoos. Is there really something wrong with my body?

Bai Jisheng held her wrist, put her hand on his shoulder, and said softly:

"This tattoo is 22,000 yuan. When I first made it, I thought it would bite me, but it actually has a good personality."