With an intrigued curl of her lips, this was the first ti Jian Liangtong had been at a loss for words when faced by soone.
It seems that in this world, every person has their match!
"Mo’er."
The call of "Mo’er" sent shivers down Jin Jumo’s spine.
She turned her head and saw a face that was clearly over-processed with Botox, causing her eye to twitch slightly, "And you are?"
"You don’t recognize ?" The man looked incredulous.
"..." Jin Jumo shrugged apologetically,
Embarrassnt quickly flashed in the man’s eyes, but he still looked disbelievingly at Jin Jumo, and slowly said, "I’m the second male lead in this movie."
"Oh." Jin Jumo nodded indifferently, showing no intention to continue the conversation.
She looked back again and noticed that, at so point, Jian Liangtong and Huo Shaojun had already left the recording studio.
The man stared at Jin Jumo for a while, finally accepting that she truly didn’t recognize him.
Squinting slightly, the man extended his hand towards Jin Jumo, "Let introduce myself. My na is Han Feng."
Han Feng?
Jin Jumo turned her head to look at him, surprised it was Han Feng!
The currently popular young idol, and indeed the second male lead of this movie.
However, his real life deanor was quite different from what she expected.
She hadn’t even recognized him earlier!
Seeing Jin Jumo’s expression, Han Feng knew she recognized him, and a touch of pride appeared on his face. He raised an eyebrow, "Hello."
Jin Jumo smiled, her attitude neither warm nor cold, "Hello."
After speaking, she bypassed him and walked toward the director.
Looking at his outstretched hand, Han Feng’s face suddenly turned very unpleasant.
"Got the cold shoulder, huh?" A woman’s voice floated lightly by.
Han Feng’s gaze went cold. He looked up at the newcor, realizing he didn’t recognize her.
Frowning in confusion, "Do we know each other?"
"Whether we know each other or not isn’t important. What’s important is whether you understand how to seize an opportunity when it’s right in front of you?"
"...What do you an?"
"Do you know the identity of the woman you called ’Mo’er’?" The woman asked quietly, with a teasing laugh in her voice.
Han Feng’s mind jolted. He stared deeply at her without speaking, as if waiting for her to reveal more.
The woman, however, deliberately played coy, pausing for a long ti before slowly throwing out four words, "The Rong Group."
"..."
At Yu Xiangju, after three rounds of drinks, the director was already slightly tipsy but wobbled to his feet, raising his glass towards Jin Jumo, who sat at the end of the table, "Ju Mo."
At the director’s cue, everyone stopped talking and turned to look at Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo was startled and quickly stood up.
"You contributed greatly to this dubbing. Young people, you have talent and a bright future. Here, a toast to you." The director’s speech was already sowhat slurred.
Jin Jumo was flattered, "Director, you’re being too kind. This is my job, what I should do."
With a slight smile, "There is no lack of talented predecessors in the world of dubbing. Ju Mo is still quite inexperienced and has much to learn and consult."
"I heard it’s your first ti dubbing a movie, reaching this level has already amazed us." Said a fellow voice actor dubbing the sa movie, with a hint of envy in their words.
"Indeed. Ju Mo, you shouldn’t be so modest. Who doesn’t know the director and the legendary dubber Zhou Xueyi are close friends. Aside from Zhou Xueyi, you’re the first person the director has praised." Another person said.
The director and Zhou Xueyi are close friends?
Jin Jumo was surprised. Nowadays, among directors, Lin Geng and Chen Fu have the most seniority, and all their directed movies and national gala events have been well-received.
And Lin Geng was the director of the work she was dubbing.
It was just that she honestly didn’t know that Director Lin Geng and Teacher Zhou Xueyi were such close friends.
Jin Jumo was slightly excited and raised her glass towards Lin Geng, "To be honest, Teacher Zhou Xueyi has always been my idol. Last ti she ca to G University to give a lecture, I missed it due to so issues, and I still feel very regretful about it. If I ever have the chance to et Teacher Zhou Xueyi in person, I would have no regrets."
"That’s easy. Next ti, I’ll take you to et her." The director, perhaps truly drunk, answered readily.
Jin Jumo’s eyes sparkled with delight, and she spoke with joy in her tone, "Then I must thank the director in advance."
Because the director led the toast to Jin Jumo, afterward everyone seed energized and all toasted Jin Jumo.
And they were all persuasive drinkers, making Jin Jumo unable to defend herself.
Realizing that if she drank any more, she’d be unconscious even if she didn’t pass out, Jin Jumo made an excuse to go to the restroom, almost escaping from the private room.
In the restroom, Jin Jumo sat dizzyingly on the toilet, feeling nauseous but unable to vomit, it was a truly uncomfortable feeling.
Sitting for half an hour, Jin Jumo figured it was probably over, got up, opened the door, and walked out, washing her face with cold water at the sink.
Raising her head to look in the mirror, Jin Jumo noticed she felt even dizzier.
Shaking her head vigorously, Jin Jumo, her steps unsteady, walked out of the restroom, and at the corner, she bumped into a hard "wall."
"Ugh..." Jin Jumo held her forehead; the collision made her see stars and almost caused her to fall backward.
"Careful." She was caught by the waist and surrounded by a strong aroma of perfu, causing her to frown in extre discomfort.
She struggled to free herself from the grip on her waist, but to her surprise, the force only tightened, pulling her further into the embrace.
Jin Jumo’s delicate brows furrowed irritably, and she looked up towards the man in front of her.
Though her eyes were a bit unfocused, Jin Jumo recognized the man in front of her... Han Feng!
Pressing her lips, Jin Jumo spoke, her voice hoarse from the alcohol, "Can you let go now?"
"You’ve had too much to drink. Are you sure you won’t fall if I let go?" Han Feng’s voice carried a tone of concern and doubt.
Jin Jumo squinted and glanced at him, a hint of impatience flashing across her pretty face, yet she still replied in a good-tempered manner, "I won’t."
"Are you this cold to everyone who tries to be nice to you?" Han Feng asked, staring at Jin Jumo, sounding sowhat hurt.
Try to be nice?
Jin Jumo slightly raised an eyebrow, a bit of cold laughter hidden in her eyes, she used a bit more force to free herself, propping one hand against the wall, "Han Da Idol elevates too much."
She really didn’t think there was anything about her worth his attention!
"I think you’re very special, different from other girls." Han Feng suddenly leaned in, pressing Jin Jumo against the wall entirely.
Surprise flashed quickly through Jin Jumo’s eyes, then her face turned completely cold, but her words remained cheerful, anyone not blind could see she had run out of patience, "It might be your imagination. I’m like all won, the sa in not liking frivolous n."
"..." Han Feng’s face changed several tis, staring at Jin Jumo, his eyes turning dark.
Jin Jumo’s headache was severe, only wanting to get rid of him, "You..."
But just as she started to speak, Han Feng suddenly grabbed her hands, pinning them firmly against the wall.
Jin Jumo was taken aback, her muddled mind clearing significantly, the last semblance of a smile disappearing from her lips as she stared warily at Han Feng.
Han Feng sensed Jin Jumo finally becoming anxious, not like before when she seed to disdain him, unwilling to even give him a proper glance, his heart felt much more at ease.
The look of deep affection he put on was utterly dumbfounding to Jin Jumo.
"Actually...I liked you the first ti I saw you." Han Feng said.
Jin Jumo had drunk too much without throwing up, and now hearing this sentence, she really felt the urge to vomit! Especially with him being so close!
"Mo’er, I’m serious about you, will you be my girlfriend?"
"..." Jin Jumo almost wanted to hit him with a bucket of dog blood.
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