Chapter 35 I Love You
d soothingly as he wiped away her tears. Ji Bing turned her gaze away; her body hurt and she frowned in distress. Panicking, Xiao Bai called the doctor to do some tests before leaving. It seemed that...Chapter 35 I Love You
He thought that Young Master Ye Er's heart was dead, and whoever fell in love with him would end up hurt.
But the current situation was somewhat puzzling.
"Young Master Ye Er, what do you want"
"I'll owe it first, then ask for it later. Don't deny it."
"You're the most shameless one. Don't frame others."
Ye Feimo held onto Warming and walked towards Han Bi and Gu Rui; Tang Shuwen looked at their backs and asked Lin Ning beside her, "Big director, what's going on here"
"How should I know"
"That's廢話( nonsense ). This is your area of expertise. Are they real or fake"
Lin Ning snorted and pretended to be profound: "What is real is also fake, what is fake is also real."
Ye Feimo greeted Gu Rui; they shook hands with each other. Gu Rui raised an eyebrow and looked at him playfully. Ye Feimo thought that Ye Feimo's purpose of coming was just to be able to say a couple of words to Han Bi.
Gu Rui understood this as well, and saw Ye Feimo glance towards Han Bi; his voice remained cold and indifferent as usual: "Miss Han, my fiancée wants you to sign an autograph."
This wasn't a request but rather an order.
Warming awkwardly smiled, resenting Ye Feimo in her heart. Come on, show some courtesy at least! This is the minimum respect for a lady. Thinking about it again, Young Master Ye Er certainly didn’t know how to write the word "respect" when he was young; Warming just sighed.
Han Bi's gaze fell upon Warming, and she elegantly smiled: “Are you my fan”
Warming brightly grinned and nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes. I've watched all your movies. You're even more beautiful and charming in person than on screen."
warm thought, this is how fawning fans talk, right Should she sound even more sentimental to act like a fan In fact, Han Bi wasn't warm's favorite actress.
She just looked somewhat similar to Han Bi and wanted to become a successful actress like her, so she took her as a role model.
Saying that, it was more accurate to say she saw Han Bi as an ideal rather than an idol.
"You're flattering me,"
Han Bi said with a soft smile. Ye Feimo looked at her intently, his gaze like autumn water. Warm noticed the coldness in his eyes and wondered to herself if he had some issues with Han Bi
"I'm not free today, but if you want my signature, I'll sign an advertisement poster for you another day."
"Really" warm asked happily, "Can I have a 'Orchid Farewell' promotion poster then"
"No problem."
Warm smiled brightly and said, "Thank you. You're really nice."
Gu Rui gave her an ambiguous smile. "Are you really Miss Han's fan"
"Of course,"
he laughed without replying, and Han Bi asked, "Where should I send the signed poster Should I deliver it to International Peace City"
"No need. You don't have to trouble him; just send it to..." warm thought that she would be staying with Ye Feimo during her summer break, so she said, "Just send it to floor 45 of the Metropolis Building. Or you can give me when I come to your studio."
The Metropolis... Floor 45
Even though Han Bi had covered up her pale complexion with makeup, warm still saw a flash of pain and despair in her eyes that almost went unnoticed. She was surprised by this reaction but couldn't see anything when she tried to look again.
Gu Rui's smile became even more enigmatic.
"Okay, I'll have my assistant deliver it." Han Bi said softly.
The usually charismatic and warm-hearted Han Bi was suddenly enveloped by a melancholy atmosphere at that moment; her gaze held an abundance of sorrow, making everyone feel sympathetic towards her.
She was accustomed to being in front of the camera, so every expression she made was breathtakingly beautiful.
Was it because she was too sensitive
She glanced at Ye Feimo on one side; his gaze was always as cold and aloof as the moon, with a blank expressionless face. He looked at Han Bi, his voice calm like still water, saying, "Miss Han, your acting skills are getting better and better, to the point of being indistinguishable from reality."
"Acting" Han Bi lifted her eyes to look at Ye Feimo; her watery gaze was filled with self-mockery, as if she had been severely hurt by something. Her hand trembled slightly, leaving Wannuan puzzled.
Wasn't Ye Feimo praising her
As an actress, being complimented on one's acting skills by a mogul in the entertainment industry would be considered good news.
"Thank you for your praise, Mr. Ye. After working hard in Hollywood for some time, I have indeed gained quite a lot and my acting has greatly improved." Han Bi smiled gracefully. "Congratulations to Mr. Ye on the continued success of Anning International."
Wannuan's gaze circled around them; Han Bi was cultivated by Anning International initially, but later left for Hollywood to further her career, yet she had once been an employee of Anning International.
This scene looked like a mismatched boss and former employee from any angle.
Could it be that Ye Feimo resented Han Bi's departure from Anning International If so, not treating her as his cash cow would be rather petty, wouldn't it
Wannuan speculated various possibilities in her mind, imagining all sorts of scenarios.
She wisely remained silent.
Having little knowledge about the entertainment industry, she knew better than to speak less and make fewer mistakes.
Ye Feimo snorted coldly and left with Wen Ran. Just as he turned around, Han Bi called out to him.
"The butterfly on your shoulder…" Han Bi noticed the butterfly on Wen Ran's shoulder and looked at her in surprise; even her makeup could not hide the pale color of her face. "Are you the woman from that advertisement"
5203, I love you.
This was a very popular advertising slogan recently. Ye Ershao's ad had caused a sensation throughout the city.
The semi-nude woman, the vivid butterfly, and the ambiguous dialogue—it didn't seem like an advertisement for perfume but rather a man confessing his love to a woman. Han Bi learned from An Ning Corporation that this ad was broadcasted spontaneously; no one other than Ye Ershao was involved in its production.
The original spokesperson for the 5203 butterfly series of perfumes was Bai Xiwen, a rising starlet who had been pulled out of the lineup at the last minute.
She had watched that ad countless times because it was created by Ye Ershao himself. She felt threatened by its ambiguous nature and therefore paid special attention to the woman in the advertisement. Logically speaking, such an ad would have a famous female star as the spokesperson; if she were a newcomer, she would certainly become an overnight sensation. With this ad being so popular, the 5203 butterfly series perfume had already gained fame before even hitting the market.
But the spokesperson was extremely mysterious and no one knew her identity.
In the advertisement, the most eye-catching part was the butterfly on her shoulder.
Wen Ran felt awkward as her cheeks turned red; she never expected Han Bi to recognize her. After the ad became a hit, the butterfly tattoo on her shoulder became a trend. It was said that many actresses in the entertainment industry had gotten butterfly tattoos on their shoulders because Ye Ershao liked such women.
Wen Ran glanced at Ye Feimo from the corner of her eyes; she never told him about this matter, so she didn't know what he thought about it.
"It's her." Ye Feimo answered on Wen Ran’s behalf. His cold gaze swept over Han Bi, and a mocking smile flashed across his lips. "Miss Han has good insight; did you watch that ad"
"Mr. Ye is exceptionally talented, and the advertisement he shot with emotion is very poetic and beautiful. I think 5203's perfume series will definitely be a hit," Han Bi’s gaze flickered with pain as she gave a self-deprecating laugh. "Do you think I am shooting it with emotions" Ye Feimo’s cold eyes fixed on her tightly, “When did Miss Han develop such an ability to appreciate”t human research project involving live subjects; the goal is to counteract the first terrorist organization. Because in terms of individual combat capabilities, no one can match those from the first...