Did the Queen’s Vest Fall Out?

Walking forward, seeing Mr. Li's undulating chest, Bai Qi knew he was pretending to sleep!

Without revealing it, he quietly stood aside, took out his phone and replied two messages.

Immediately, he raised his eyelashes and scanned the surroundings, feeling a little strange in his heart: Where are the people here?

You must know that there are many things that need to be busy on the field, and it is impossible for one person to arrange everything! Therefore, the general crew will arrange a number of stage affairs according to the size, and most of them have their own division of labor!

For example, there are those who are responsible for vehicle allocation, those who are responsible for food procurement, those who are responsible for issuing various certification letters, and those who are responsible for helping the crew build the venue, etc...

It can be said that there are many people and things, and they are too busy!

With such a large production crew as Nongyin, there must be a lot of on-set staff, otherwise, they would not have purposely set up a temporary transfer room halfway up the mountain to facilitate the deployment of supplies or temporary rest.

But... Bai Qi has come to the field affairs office three times in total! Except for the first time, a field manager guided the two to meet each other, the other two times, apart from her and Mr. Li, there was not even a ghost in such a huge place?

Is it too busy? Still too free?

Or... is it Mr. Li who sent everyone away?

Bai Qi didn't think deeply for too long, because Mr. Li, who was lying on the bamboo chair, coughed lightly and woke up faintly.

"Oh, the little white cat is here?" Mr. Li opened his eyelids, unhurriedly, "Have you been waiting for a long time? Look at me, I'm a fool, I accidentally overslept."

Bai Qi twitched the corner of his mouth, not wanting to say anything, and said softly: "Director Qin said you have something to ask me?"

Hearing this, Mr. Li snorted coldly: "Well, it's a little thing. But first, can you tell me why your phone can't get through?"

Bai Qi took out the phone very naturally, without changing his face: "There were too many harassing calls a few days ago, I set up a block."

Mr. Li didn't believe it: "What harassing calls?"

"Buying a house, car, insurance and financial management." Bai Qi said calmly, "It's quite annoying, so..."

Old Li interrupted her resentfully: "Oh."

Bai Qi looked down at the phone: "What's your phone number? I'll save it, and I can get through later."

Mr. Li had rejection written all over his face, and reported a series of numbers extremely unwillingly.

Bai Qi stored it obediently, and after a while, raised the phone: "It's ready now." Putting the phone back in her pocket, she lowered her head and saw the empty tea mug beside Mr. Li. She frowned, stepped forward to pick it up, and entered the room Filled a large glass of water.

When it came out, it was slightly hot, and white smoke billowed from the enamel teapot.

"This tea is not very good." Bai Qi carefully looked at the tea leaves that were tossed up and down with the hot water, "I have a kind of tea at home that is not bad, so I will bring some next time."

If it were someone else who said that, Li Lao would definitely feel that that person was trying to curry favor with him! He was lazy to give others a good look.

But Bai Qi is different.

Even if it is the same thing, if she does it, she is so focused and unaffected!

It's not trying to please, nor is it trying to ask for something from myself, but really caring.

It's been... How long has it been since he felt such pure concern?

Sighing and taking it, Mr. Li took a sip of tea, the tip of his tongue was numb from the hot water, and his eye sockets were reddened by the steaming mist.

After brewing for the second time, the tea leaves are bland and tasteless, but after careful tasting, there is an inexplicable aftertaste.

Back then... Qu Yimo was like Bai Qi, thinking about himself, searching for good tea from everywhere... No matter how busy he was, he would always bring a cup of freshly brewed tea during his lunch break.

Time has passed so long, I thought I had forgotten it long ago, but just thinking about the name of his lover, Mr. Li still couldn't help but feel sad...