She must have been aware of the time and known clearly what he was doing thanks to the sound of the water drops . As a moral agent, she kept a proper distance from the actor she worked for . Even the subtlest action was prohibited .
Qin Guan got out of the bathroom and dried his hair off with a towel, smiling at her tactfulness . When he put on his pajamas and opened his laptop, he saw what she had meant .
The microblog had caused him trouble again! The blog was an instant, convenient method to show off, yet it also had its flaws .
In his previous post, Qin Guan had been standing barefoot on the white beach, the green ocean and blue sky serving as his background . That day, he hadn't updated the microblog in time for the banquet, which caused his fans to go crazy .
His close friends and relatives used all kinds of means to make sure he was safe and confirm his schedule, but his fans online were not as lucky .
Losing contact with Qin Guan made them question everything and come up with strange theories .
"Striking news! A military coup just took place in Thailand!"
"That's terrible! But what has it got to do with us?"
"Qin Guan is in Thailand visiting a friend . Didn't you know?"
"I had no idea . I thought he was at home!"
"Check his blog . He was at Pattaya Beach yesterday!"
"Oh my! Is he in danger? This sounds terrible!"
"Of course it is . Remember the riots in France last time?"
"Yes . People said that Qin Guan's team had met the thugs and the Chinese embassy had offered them shelter . "
"Is he being held prisoner in Thailand? Will he return to China in time for the premier of 'Curse Of The Golden Flower'?"
"Yes . I'm really worried about him . He always attracts accidents . "
"He should just stay at home . "
"He should go to Japan . There will be a film festival in Tokyo at the end of the year . "
"Good idea!"
"Good idea!"
"Two of his films have already been short-listed . "
"Do you think the island will sink if he visits?"
. . .
Speechless, Qin Guan called his firm immediately to put a stop to that strange discussion .
Soon, the microblog was updated with his latest news .
"Thank you all for your concern about Qin Guan . He is safe and sound . Goodnight, everyone!"
His loyal fans logged off happily . It was already midnight, so it was time to go to bed . The warm responses made Qin Guan feel less lonely in a foreign country . The worry caused by the banquet was gone, so he was able to get a good night's sleep .
Despite those breathtaking moments, the trip was perfect overall . Qin Guan returned home with many specialties from Xie Hanren . He also got a large order from the Chia Tai Group, which would help his firm develop a lot .
Cong Nianwei allowed Qin Guan to walk through the front door and then swept him from head to toe with pomelo leaves .
"Are you kidding me? These are used for returning prisoners!"
"I have to sweep the bad luck away . "
Honey, you have been influenced by internet users . I know your username online!
Absence always made the heart grow fonder . The two of them lay in bed shoulder to shoulder . It was really cold in Beijing during late autumn .
After sharing their work-related news, Cong Nianwei cheered her boyfriend up with the latest news about "The Promise" .
"Now Director Zhang can sit back and relax . He will win the battle easily . As long as the audience understands the film, it will enjoy a successful box office . "
"Why?"
"Get the laptop for me . "
Qin Guan jumped out of bed, rushed to the living room and returned as fast as he could . He might even have been faster than Liu Xiang . Without the obstacle of shorts, a man could reach his full potential .
"What do you want to show me?" His hands trembled as he handed over the laptop .
"The comments on 'The Promise' . "
There was not a single good comment about the film .
A film couldn't please everyone, but if it drove 99% of the audience out of the cinema, it had to be atrocious .
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