Shang QingHan leaned against the back of the chair in the back seat, rubbed his forehead, closed his eyes and raised his spirit, "call me when you arrive at the hotel. I'll have a rest."

"OK," said Zhan Wei, the agent on the side. Naturally, he knew how tired he was during this period of time.

This TV play is a script written by Qin Sitong. As a result, Qin Sitong's daughter is missing. QingHan is not only helping to find Yan Yan's whereabouts, but also trying to cooperate with all kinds of publicity work of the TV play.

At least in the past few years of cooperation, Zhanwei has never seen Shang QingHan participate in publicity so much. It can be said that almost every publicity does not fall behind.

Naturally, he also knows the reason, because QingHan once said, "this is a TV play written by Si Tong. I don't want this TV play to be covered with dust. Now there are not many things I can do, but at least I hope to do my best and leave no regrets."

And because QingHan announced that he had stopped taking photos before, this TV play can be said to be the last TV play before he stopped taking photos. Naturally, it is even more eye-catching. In every publicity activity, almost all the fans signed and took group photos, as well as various reporters' questions. QingHan rarely cooperated with him, rather than not leaving as before.

This naturally increases their burden and makes them more tired.

These days, Zhan Wei sees it in his eyes, but he can't help.

Sometimes, he felt that the fatigue of light cold seemed like a kind of self punishment. During this period of light cold, you need to take sleeping pills to fall asleep.

Even several times, he saw QingHan looking at Yan Yan's picture with red eyes.

Zhan Wei knows that for QingHan, Yan Yan is not just a daughter who likes people and loves others. Perhaps it is more that Yan Yan makes QingHan feel the existence of life.

After all, when Yan Yan was born, he was accompanied by QingHan, and QingHan stayed by her like a father all the way.

Zhan Wei looked at him and took a nap with his eyes closed. There was a touch of tired light cold between his eyebrows. He sighed.

Until the car drove to the door of the hotel, Zhanwei woke up Shang QingHan. "You don't have to rest more these two days, you can also play here in F City. Don't go to the activity in the shopping mall the day after tomorrow. Usually, this kind of publicity, that is, some new actors have just passed. If you have passed, you have lost a little value."

"It doesn't matter." Shang QingHan said, "is it the day after tomorrow? Arrange it for me and I'll go."

Zhan Wei had to respond, "in addition, there are dinner parties for the heads of some TV stations and network platforms tonight. The directors plan to go there and just talk to these heads. Are you going to go there?"

"Let's go." Shang QingHan said. If it was in the past, he would certainly push away this boring meal, but now, he won't, maybe it's over, and these TV stations and network broadcasting platforms will pay more attention to the TV play, and the publicity will be strengthened at that time.

"Well, I'll talk to the director and you'll be ready later." Zhanwei said.

Shang QingHan answered.

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Mei Yuewen didn't expect her nephew to attend the dinner party in the evening. Today is a dinner party, rather than a star banquet in F City.