This star is from the earth

Han Jue waved goodbye to the audience amid applause.

Although the recording of "Wednesday Late Show" is over, the real conversation between friends has just begun in the audience.

Han Jue stood and asked the staff to remove the radio microphone on the waistband of his trousers, and asked Irene: "I remember that your show has a scary part? I have come three times, why haven't I encountered it once?"

Irene didn't say that the director was afraid that Han Jue would punch and cause a recording accident after being frightened, but only said: "Scary things haven't appeared for a long time, isn't that scary enough?"

"Why couldn't you say such a good sentence when you were recording the program just now?"

"It's not for your image." Irene followed Han Jue to the lounge. There were fewer staff in the corridor. Irene lowered her voice and said, "There are a lot of dissatisfaction with you in the circle now. I heard that Some big shots want to meet you, but you seem to be refusing?"

"I didn't refuse, I was just busy with other things at the time."

"Are you busy with something else?"

"Busy to sleep."

Xiao Zhou pushed open the door of the lounge, and a gust of heat rushed in.

"In short, my suggestion is that if you don't want your studio to be bullied here, then you need to make some friends." Irene followed Han Jue into the lounge, walked to the sofa and sat down: "Speaking of Well, although those people are here for you, but thanks to you, I have temporarily become the person who knows the most beautiful women in the circle, and some of the sexy bombs are so beautiful that my heart is almost moved."

It started last year. As one of Han Jue's few friends in the American circle, there are always some people who can't get what they want from Han Jue.

"Are you still single? Not interested in this kind of party?" Erin asked.

"I'm not interested. I hate crowded places, and I hate smiling politely," Han Juezheng looked into the mirror, turned his back to Irene, changed the thin coat and shirt he used for recording the show, and said, "Besides, what you just said that moved your heart, I will tell your girlfriend."

Irene let out a hey, jumped up and was about to strike Han Jue's neck with a hand knife. It's just that just as Irene raised her hand, she heard the sound of the friction between the sole of the shoe and the floor, and there was a "creak" sound, and suddenly there was another person beside her.

Although Guan Yi's face was expressionless, his eyes were full of the threat of "you hit it down and try it". In the end, Irene just stretched out her hand to rub and rub the back of Han Jue's neck, giving him a massage.

Han Jue saw the whole process through the mirror and chuckled.

Guan Yi folded his hands and leaned against the dressing table.

Irene looked at Guan Yi, then at Han Jue, and said: "There is something you may not know, you have occupied the number one position on the [Most Wanted Celebrity] list for more than half a year. The tabloids have already started saying you like men. Could it be that the reason you're not interested in those beauties is..."

Xiao Zhou has been learning English by himself for a long time, and now he can understand some English sentences. When he heard a word that was pronounced similarly to "Give" in Huaxia, his eyes lit up and he immediately raised the video recorder. However, before the camera could focus, a hand covered it.

Xiao Zhou tried to get rid of Linlin, but Linlin was always with her.

"I never taught you this!"

"The boss taught me..."

Xiao Zhou stared at Linlin, but Linlin just stared at the video recorder without blinking.

"I take this as a compliment." Han Jue changed his clothes and tightened his down jacket.

"So what are your plans for tomorrow?" Irene put away the joke, stood up and asked Han Jue.

"Dating," Han Jue said before the gossiping Irene asked who he was with, "with my fans."

"Nothing."

"Okay, I'm leaving first," Han Jue said goodbye to Irene and the director after signing autographs for the staff of the show.

Coming out of the TV station, the lights are on and the hustle and bustle is in full swing. It's only nine o'clock in the evening.

The radio station in the car is also active, and the host is talking about tomorrow's Valentine's Day.

[Take pictures of your romantic moments on Valentine's Day, and send the video to the TV station's official platform, and you will have a chance to win a home appliance endorsed by Han Jue that improves the quality of life - a dishwasher! 】

[This year's Valentine's Day has become a popular vocabulary in China, which of course cannot be separated from Han Jue's promotion. As expected of the best friend of us Americans, cultural export depends entirely on Han Jue. 】

[Here, let me remind everyone that if you want to win the lottery, you must never imitate the romantic plot of Han Jue and Zhang Yiman! Because the repetition rate must be high. I asked a total of five friends yesterday and today: What are your plans on Valentine's Day. Two plan to take the girl to an all-black specialty restaurant to make an affectionate confession, one rented a small exhibition hall and plans to post the girl's photo for a photography exhibition-he can't draw, and the remaining two plan to invite their girlfriends Go to a nightclub, and put on the headphones with "Reality" while the other party is not paying attention. God...]

[Now let's connect and ask the audience, what are your plans for Valentine's Day tomorrow...]

Valentine's Day, Valentine's Day, Valentine's Day.

Since coming to the United States, Han Jue has heard this word everywhere.

The three words Valentine's Day not only made Han Jue think of his cat, but also made him think of a woman.

February 14th is Valentine's Day in the United States, but in China, it is nothing. It's just that because of Weng Nanxi, Han Jue and his cat, the presence of Western Valentine's Day on February 14th in China has suddenly increased.

Before February 14th of this year came, there were boring people on the Internet who began to circle Han Jue's Weibo. On the surface, it is to remind Han Jue that Valentine's Day is coming, but it is more like reminding Han Jue that Weng Nanxi's birthday is coming.

Even though Xiao Zhou and Linlin didn't tell Han Jue about this matter, it's not like Han Jue was cut off from the Internet. He knew about it, but he didn't talk to those people from the beginning to the end.

Boring people will eventually become angry people, and sensitively think that they have been ignored and ridiculed, so they circled Han Jue more and more recklessly.

Guan Yi quietly lowered the volume of the radio station, and asked Han Jue: "She didn't contact you again, did she?"

"She" here refers to Weng Nanxi.

"No."

"I think she didn't finish what she said at the time, and she may come back later, so you should be more careful." Guan Yi thought of Weng Nanxi who came here alone during the New Year's Eve.

"It's been more than two months and it still hasn't appeared, so there should be nothing to be afraid of, right?" said Xiao Zhou, who was driving.

"Not necessarily." Han Jue shook his head.

Han Jue once ignored Weng Nanxi—literally. Because of the meeting at the American Cafe, he had already made it very clear to Weng Nanxi that they would not get back together. Because of his previous life, Han Jue had very complicated feelings towards Weng Nanxi, so he never read about Weng Nanxi's deeds and materials. He felt that there would be no intersection with Weng Nanxi in the future, and he didn't want to.

However, the world is unpredictable, Weng Nanxi has now affected every aspect of his life, such as career, such as love, he has nowhere to hide, and finally checked the relevant information of Weng Nanxi seriously.

Everyone in the world says that beautiful girls are more kind-hearted, because they receive more kindness in this world because of their appearance.

But this sentence does not apply to the entertainment industry.

Beauty is a talent. In fact, beauty is superior to talent, because it is so obvious that it needs no explanation. In the entertainment industry, beauty can determine a person's lower limit, but at the same time, it also limits a person's upper limit. If you want to climb up, the effort you put in can be several times that of others.

It is not easy for people to judge a person's singing or acting skills, but they can definitely quickly judge whether a person is beautiful or not.

Because of Zhang Yiman's pretty face, before he won the runner-up of "Singer", he always gave people the impression of being an idol.

And Weng Nanxi worked hard in the film and television industry, and her beauty was even more of a burden. But Weng Nanxi does not pretend to be ugly, and uses her acting skills to make her way in the film and television industry without pretending to be old.

The more Han Jue watched, the more he felt that if Weng Nanxi wanted to do something, it would be troublesome.

"It's scary things that don't appear for a long time." Han Jue sighed.

"Boss, you couldn't say such a good sentence when you were recording the program?" Xiao Zhou was speechless.

Han Jue was silent for a while, and said, "Add a film review for homework tonight."

"I was very quiet today, and I didn't take a second of footage!" Xiao Zhou shouted loudly, begging to make up for it.

"Two," Han Jue said, "I saw Linlin stopped you, so you didn't take a picture for a second."

"..." Xiao Zhou swallowed his tongue silently.

Linlin was sitting upright on her seat with her bag in her arms, looking at Xiao Zhou with piercing eyes, just like the study committee member in the class watching a troubled boy.

"Tomorrow, the fan meeting will start at 9:00 am. After the singing, the signing will take three hours. The flight will take us to Sakura Country at 2:45 pm," Guan Yi said.

"Okay." Han Jue nodded.

Another day, he will be able to see the silly girl.

It's just that Han Jue may be too pessimistic. Before the long-awaited good things happen, he always feels that there will be accidents.

Han Jue turned his head and looked out the window, his smile slightly restrained.

Weng Nanxi is not the only scary thing that hasn't appeared for a long time.

...

...

"Dad, you really don't need to follow me! I'm already an adult! I can get married after my birthday tomorrow!"

"Fuck you... I didn't come with you. Dad is on a business trip."

"Who would believe it! Why is it that I happen to be on the same flight with me sooner or later!"

"Hey, Dad is getting old, and I don't know how many years he will have a good life. The number of times he can celebrate his birthday with his daughter is getting less and less every year, alas..." Zhang Yaohui raised his head and stroked his hair, revealing some of it silver white.

"Again! Again! Again! This trick again!" Zhang Yiman punched the air a few times, threw herself to Zhang Yaohui's side, and reached out to grab her father's temples, "I'll pull it out for you!"

"Hey hey hey..." Zhang Yaohui grinned with his body crooked, and resisted the urge to call for bodyguards, as if he was a daughter doing her filial piety.

Zhang Yaohui and his daughter are currently in the VIP lounge of the airport, waiting for the flight from Sakura Country. Surrounded by a few fellow entrepreneurs, they didn’t bother each other, let alone take pictures, except for a nod of greeting at first.

"Dad, did you dye it on purpose? Why are there so few?" Zhang Yiman held a few white hairs with one hand, and pulled Zhang Yaohui's hair with the other hand like looking for lice, very dissatisfied.

Zhang Yaohui wiped the corners of his eyes, "Okay, don't pull it out, middle-aged people's hair is very precious. Dad is going to see a client tomorrow."

"Ah? Are you really going on a business trip?" Zhang Yiman was taken aback.

"I'm really going on a business trip!" Zhang Yaohui said, "I'll stay for half a day, and I'll have lunch with you tomorrow, and then I'm going to the capital."

After Zhang Yiman listened, he filially helped Zhang Yaohui re-arrange his hairstyle. After a while, he asked again:

"Father, you have been promoted, why do I feel that you are getting more and more empty? Did you not work hard?"

"What are you talking about?" Zhang Yaohui spread his scarf on his daughter's lap, and said, "Dad is in his current position, and his main job is to make decisions among a bunch of choices instead of working hard. There are so many people in the company. What amazing people, most of the work can be done well without my participation, so what I have to do is to give them approval. They will feel that even a smart person like me says they are right, so they should That's right."

"Oh~~" Zhang Yiman nodded thoughtfully.

Zhang Yaohui looked at his daughter's thinking expression with gentle eyes. In the past, Zhang Yiman didn't like to listen to such conversations, and couldn't listen to them.

The daughter is growing up after all.

"How are you and Han Jue doing recently?" Zhang Yaohui asked.

"Ah..." Zhang Yiman was stunned for a moment, then glanced away, "I have less and less contacts... He is busy, and I am also busy. We haven't called for a long time. I don't know the last time I called. What do you say, it will hang up soon..."

After Zhang Yaohui listened quietly, he sighed slightly:

"Pity."

Calvin died yesterday.