Komatsu knocked on the door outside and asked, "Is there anything I need to help?"

“Uh, no.”

Chen Fu came back to her senses and pinched her face and spitted on her: What kind of waste is there in her mind!!!

However, this is indeed difficult to get out.

Jiang Shutong's T-shirt looks ordinary. If she usually wears it on the street, no one will be whimsical as long as she doesn't turn into the logo in her pocket.

But this is the crew, and there are cameras everywhere. If you are photographed by someone who is interested, you can make a big fuss.

His fans are all keen eyes. Combined with all aspects, it is easy to connect the causes and consequences of things. If you add fuel to the fire and spread it online...

Then, not only will Jiang Shutong come out to explain, but she will be stripped of nothing left.

After thinking about the scene, Chen Fu shivered.

She put all the wet clothes in a plastic bag, stuffed them into her bag, and quietly opened the door, "Brother Xiaomatsu, I'm wearing this T-shirt, right?"

Komatsu understood her meaning, thought for a while and said, "I have a jacket in the passenger seat, and you can see if you can wear it."

Chen Fu turned around and found a black jacket on the co-pilot.

"Is it black?"

Komatsu: "Yes."

Chen Fu thanked her, took her over and put it on, pulled the zipper to the top before jumping out of the car.

"Thank you, Brother Komatsu." She regained her vitality.

"It's fine." Komatsu pointed to the camera, "I'll go there first, you can stay in the car, I guess I'll go back later."

Chen Fu responded and watched Komatsu walk away.

As the sunset sets, the sunset reflects half of the sky, outlining the outline of the green mountains in the distance, and white birds fly from the sky.

I heard the director shouting from afar: "Act 27, the sixth time!"

That one has not passed. The actor who played against Jiang Shu frequently made mistakes and the voices became bustling again.

The martial arts director practiced the movements repeatedly, and the director also put the walkie-talkie over.

Chen Fu put his hands in her pocket, kicking the small stones on the ground, looking at them from time to time.

The T-shirt inside is against the skin, soft and ironing, as if wrapped in a sea of ​​clouds.

The guy from the previous prop came over and apologized repeatedly: "I'm really sorry, I'm sorry, I ran in a hurry. You are sitting there, the grass next to you is too high, I didn't see it."

"It's okay." Chen Fu scratched her head, "It's been solved, it's a loss... Brother Komatsu."

To cover up, she emphasized Komatsu's coat.

But in fact, Chen Fu was thinking too much, because even if she said openly that she was wearing Jiang Shutong's T-shirt, no one would believe her.

The prop guy didn't think much about it and introduced himself: "My name is Zhou Yang, hello."

"Hello, Chen Fu."

The two chatted together for a while, and Chen Fu learned that he was actually a photographer assistant and had not graduated from college. She delayed some connection before coming into the crew for internship.

He apologized repeatedly, and Chen Fu felt that he was laughing more and more embarrassed than himself.

Fortunately, a loudspeaker shouted "Zhou Yang" a while ago, and he responded and walked away.

Chen Fu breathed a sigh of relief.

After being fussed like this, she always felt that she had forgotten something, but she really couldn't remember it.

The "dingdong" on the phone is Yin Le's WeChat message back: [...]

Three periods.

Chen Fu posted the last post: [Why are you and your boss together when you didn’t work overtime in the middle of the night???]

Chen Fu:【What does the period mean?】

Yin Le:【...】

No way? Is it really what she thought? Chen Fu stood there for two seconds and called her voice directly.

It was early morning there, and after it was connected, there was a "ding bell" sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding.

Chen Fu said: "Be honest and lenient!"

"What are you thinking?" Yin Le's voice sounded a little tired, "That bastard didn't know what kind of wind he sucked last night, so he went out to drink with his friends, and called me to pick him up in the middle of the night."

This sounds strange, but I can't tell anything wrong. Chen Fu asked again: "Where were you when I sent the message before?"

"My home." Yin Le said.

"Wait!" Chen Fu felt that his little head could not bear this amount of information. "It's fine if he was drunk and asked you to pick him up, why did he go to your house?"

"Because he insisted on eating beef noodles." Yin Le was angry as he said, "You said there were no beef noodles sold in the middle of the night. It was really unreliable for men. They usually look like humans and are drunk..."

"What's it?"

"Nothing." Yin Le took a deep breath, looking like he didn't want to recall at all.

"I have another question..." Chen Fu still didn't understand much and said in a turbulent manner: "Why don't you reject him?"

Yin Le's anger that had just been suppressed was rising again, "I refused, but he said the house belonged to him. He would come in as soon as he wanted to. How could there be such a shameless person!"

"Wait!" Chen Fu stopped, completely messy: "Didn't you stay in a hotel? Why did it become his house again?"

Yin Le's momentum was a little weaker, "There is no cost-effective hotel, and then he said he happened to have a house empty, so I... lived."

"Then have you paid?" Chen Fu asked the most critical question.

Yin Lemo said he would deduct it from my salary for two seconds."

Chen Fu: “…?”

So do you owe him anything?

Before I could speak, another jubilant male voice came from the other end, as if he had just woken up, with a little sleepy: "Make a cup of coffee for me."

Chen Fu's mouth opened in O-shaped shape because of surprise, "He, he, he, he is still in your house?"

The phone hung up on the other end.

Chen Fu fell into a long silence towards the "chat duration 15:00" on the screen.

...

Half an hour later, Chen Fu still took Jiang Shutong's car.

Jiang Shutong got into the car and saw Chen Fu's jacket at a glance.

It seems to be Komatsu's.

How could she wear anything?

Jiang Shutong frowned, "Your coat..."

Chen Fu said "Oh" and said, "Brother Xiaomatsu. I think it's not good to wear your T-shirt and sway it. It will be troublesome to be photographed."

Jiang Shutong nodded and said after two seconds: "There are no outsiders in the car, is it not hot to cover it?"

hot.

Of course hot.

but--

Chen Fu touched her neck, and there was another reason she was embarrassed to say it.

Her underwear was also wet, so she now wears nothing in her T-shirt.

Although this T-shirt is big and loose enough, she is not flat and has a flat breast. If she doesn't have a coat, she can still... see something.

But this was really not easy to explain. Chen Fu scratched her head again and discussed, "Why should the air conditioner temperature be lowered?"

“…”

Jiang Shutong seemed to have a choking breath in her chest, and the feeling of being neither up nor down was very uncomfortable.

Is this jacket very nice? Why don’t you see her when wearing other people’s clothes say that men and women will not kiss you anymore?

Seeing that he stopped talking, Chen Fu also fell silent.

She would rather cover it.

When the air calmed down, the feeling of "forgot something important but couldn't remember it for a while" made a comeback.

never mind.

No matter what.

She was a little tired and leaned on the seat next to her to browse Weibo.

On the Weibo that was pushed on the home page, a blogger posted a magazine picture of Jiang Shutong.

She hesitated for a moment and picked a few to save.
To be continued...