This star is from the earth

They waited for a long time, and when dessert was finally served, the manager of the restaurant personally pushed the dining car and delivered the dessert.

The manager of the restaurant is an elegant woman with a calm demeanor and a motherly brilliance. After she put down the dessert, she didn't leave immediately, but asked Zhang Yiman in fluent Chinese language:

"Excuse me, are you Ms. Zhang Yiman?"

Zhang Yiman looked away from the dessert, looked at the manager and nodded.

After receiving Zhang Yiman's affirmative answer, the manager folded his hands in front of his lower abdomen, and said elegantly and clearly: "I'm sorry to disturb your meal. It's like this, there is a little girl in the band in our restaurant. Your fans are very happy to hear that you are here, and want to take a photo with you, but it is not convenient for her to move. If possible, can you help me? It only takes two minutes for you."

After speaking, he looked expectantly at Zhang Yiman.

After Zhang Yiman's big name, he is as good to his fans as before, and he doesn't have the expansion after the popularity. He will try his best to meet the requirements of fans. Now that she heard that one of her little fans had difficulty moving, she immediately wiped her hands and mouth, and the team manager said that she could go over.

"Thank you." The manager smiled.

As Zhang Yiman stood up, a woman stood up at the table behind her. This woman has a low-key face but a professional demeanor, standing behind Zhang Yiman silently like a shadow.

Han Jue was originally worried about Zhang Yiman's safety, so he raised half of his buttocks, but when he saw that he had bodyguards, he sat back down. Continue to eat dessert.

"Uncle, I'll come back later, you eat first, don't sneak away."

Han Jue rolled his eyes, thinking what is this called, and he will not escape the order.

"Don't finish the ice cream either!"

Han Jue waved at Zhang Yiman with a dark face.

Zhang Yiman hummed a ditty and left the seat cheerfully. She followed the manager to a corner of the lobby, where there were only staff and no guests.

Suddenly, the manager next to him said to Zhang Yiman very apologetically:

"I'm sorry, Ms. Zhang, but there is no little girl."

Zhang Yiman looked at the manager in surprise. The bodyguard behind Zhang Yiman narrowed his eyes and became vigilant.

"The thing is like this. We just received a bouquet of roses and a box of cakes at the front desk, which were designated as gifts for your boyfriend. We almost sent them too, but after my colleagues and I saw the card on the roses , I feel a little strange." The manager said.

Zhang Yiman looked dazed, and was led by the manager to a metal cart. On the car were a handful of coquettish red roses and a box of exquisite cakes.

The manager gestured with his eyes, and this is where the strangeness lies.

Zhang Yiman followed his gaze and soon knew where the strange thing was.

The roses are very beautiful, and there is a palm-sized card inserted on it. It is written in Chinese.

Zhang Yiman took a look at it, and there were only a few words of love written on it. The general idea is that a person wants to clarify a misunderstanding.

And the postscript on the card is——

[Girlfriend: Weng Nanxi].

Zhang Yiman's heart tightened suddenly.

[Weng Nanxi] Zhang Yiman knew what these three words mean a long time ago.

Zhang Yiman clearly remembered how deep the uncle's feelings for his ex were. When recording the program, Han Jue mentioned his ex on camera, and he was always straightforward. In fact, this approach is very inappropriate in love variety shows, but he just wanted to say it, and he also told Zhang Yiman to let the show crew know. This nostalgia can make people know its weight. Because it was the ex, not the current one, so Director Wang just cut those words and didn't let Han Jue get off the car.

In the dead of night, Zhang Yiman always feels sad when he thinks of his uncle's ex. This made her particularly jealous of the owner of the name [Weng Nanxi]. Secretly sneaked into Weng Nanxi's fan forum, and quietly followed Weng Nanxi's dynamics. Every time I am afraid that one day Weng Nanxi and Han Jue's names will be linked together.

But as time passed, it was found that Weng Nanxi and Han Jue had no intersection. Zhang Yiman breathed a sigh of relief, she could feel that the three words [Weng Nanxi] were getting farther and farther away from her and the uncle. She thought to herself, if the show between herself and the uncle continued to be filmed for a year or two, sooner or later, she would be able to defeat [Weng Nanxi] against him.

Whether in reality or in the uncle's heart. She had a reason to defeat the other party, because she knew that the woman who let the uncle write "Bloody Love Story" definitely hurt the uncle more than a little bit.

She is confident that one day she will beat the opponent.

However, that day is not today...

"After the cake and roses were delivered by the clerk of the cake shop, they said that they would give them to a person named [Han Jue] in our restaurant, a Chinese. I don't know Han Jue, and I didn't find Han Jue in the reservation list. I thought he was doing something wrong. Wrong. But my colleagues quickly told me that Han Jue is a Chinese star and is eating in our restaurant now. They also said that his girlfriend is a little girl named Zhang Yiman..."

The restaurant manager looked at Zhang Yiman.

"So I just want to confirm my identity with you. After confirming that you are [Han Jue]'s girlfriend, I think it is necessary to invite you over to see if there is some kind of misunderstanding, or... is this a girl who was raped by your boyfriend?" A lie that a friend kept in the dark?"

The manager looked at Zhang Yiman sincerely. As a woman, she felt it was necessary to help this lovely Chinese girl. Even if Han Jue is the big star that his colleagues say, that's not the reason for him to deceive girls affectionately.

"Ah..." Zhang Yiman came back to his senses, and finally figured out what the manager meant with his dazed little head, "Here, thank you for your kindness, the flowers and cake should be sent by his ex-girlfriend... "

The manager asked nervously: "So, is your boyfriend still in touch with his ex-girlfriend named [Weng Nanxi]?"

"No..." Zhang Yiman opened his mouth, shook his head and wanted to deny it, but suddenly stopped.

She suddenly thought of the sentence that Han Jue said in the chat just now-[There are two things in human beings that cannot be thrown away-old lovers and weight].

[Can't you throw it away? ...]

Zhang Yiman looked at the cake and roses disappointedly, thinking of Han Jue's sigh when he sang "Boy" at that time, and thinking of Han Jue's ex-boyfriend on the plane, saying "there are only two ways to see your ex, one is dreaming, the other is to die. 】

She suddenly lost confidence.

...

Zhang Yiman's visit lasted for a long time, and it was not a two-minute thing like the restaurant manager said.

Looking at the melted ice cream on the table, Han Jue's brows slowly wrinkled, a little burnt.

[Where did you go for so long? Could it be...]

Han Jue suddenly thought of a possibility, and suddenly became nervous.

[Could it be that silly girl escaped the order? ! 】

Han Jue gasped. This restaurant is still quite expensive, Han Jue quickly fumbled for the money on his body, but found that he did not have enough money.

With a sigh of relief, Guan Yi can justly ask Guan Yi to pay.

Just when Han Jue couldn't bear to eat Zhang Yiman's ice cream, Zhang Yiman came back.

Han Jue felt relieved, not for the money, but simply for the safety of the silly girl.

It's just that Han Jue found that although Sha Niu's face was not ugly, and even concealed it well, he could feel the negative emotions and low pressure on Zhang Yiman.

He once thought that Zhang Yiman had nothing to do with negative energy, but now it seems that something serious must have happened to make the silly girl feel down.

"What's wrong?" Han Jue felt a little nervous, "Is it about that little fan?"

Zhang Yiman sat back in his seat, without saying a word, showing a forced smile.

Han Jue felt Zhang Yiman's bodyguard glanced at him when he was seated.

"What's wrong?" Han Jue asked again. He frowned, feeling something was wrong.

Zhang Yiman shook her head, her smile made people look heartbroken, she pointed to the ice cream on the table and said: "It's all right, let's eat ice cream, the ice cream will almost melt."

[What a silly girl who can't hide her emotions. 】

Han Jue looked at Zhang Yiman for a few seconds, nodded, and didn't ask Zhang Yiman any more. Just talking to Zhang Yiman in silence, you and I ate the ice cream one spoon at a time.

The ice cream is a large portion, which Zhang Yiman insisted on ordering. Placed between the two people, the two leaned forward and quickly put the ice cream into their mouths, so as not to let the half-melted ice cream fall on the table.

What was supposed to be full of laughter and laughter now seemed extremely dull.

"I remember that when you bought Turkish ice cream last time, you chose strawberry flavor. How did you choose chocolate today?"

"Tonight is my second live broadcast of the American version of "Singer". How about it? Mr. Zhang, can you give some pointers to the students?"

"Tomorrow will be a long recording, if you come to visit me, remember to bring some food..."

Han Jue suddenly stopped his voice, stopped his spoon, and looked at Zhang Yiman quietly.

"Uncle..." Zhang Yiman put down the spoon, straightened up slowly, and distanced himself from Han Jue.

"Yeah." Han Jue responded softly.

Zhang Yiman suddenly slumped his shoulders, as if he was very tired. He raised his two arms, put them on the table, buried his face in his arms, and said sullenly, "Why didn't I meet you sooner?"

The pianist in the restaurant seemed to be resting at some point, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and the noise of the restaurant suddenly became clear.

What became clear at the same time was not only the voices of others cheering or talking.

Han Jue seemed to hear Zhang Yiman's choking voice.

I wish you all a happy Tanabata. These two chapters are quite suitable for the Qixi Festival. In fact, it took ten hours to write these two chapters, and the plot was overthrown and rebuilt repeatedly, so it was a little slower.