Chapter 773 Are You Sure You Don’t Know My Son?

In the tent, Jiang Tingxu was sitting on the camp bed wiping his hair with a towel, but the roommate in the next bed had not returned yet.

Perhaps most people would think that the crew is very high-class, and they must have enjoyed themselves in various ways.

But only by personal experience can you know that, leaving aside the good environment, taking a bath is a big problem during this program recording.

There are about a hundred people in the crew, and there are only two places where you can take a shower, and they are divided into men and women.

With so many people, they can only line up and wash one by one.

I'm afraid it's almost one o'clock in the morning for the last person in line to take a shower.

Therefore, relatively speaking, the environment of Room 5 is very good. At least, it has a separate bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom. If you want to take a bath, even if there is no shower, you don't have to queue with other people.

Wiping your hair with a towel must not completely dry it. Jiang Tingxu sat on the camp bed, flipping through a professional book in his hand.

After watching it for about five or six minutes, the roommate in the next bed came back.

"Huh? Hello, my name is Zhong Yao, and I am the post-production editor of the program team."

"Hello, my name is Jiang Tingxu, and I'm working with the doctor."

The two introduced each other. They were probably about the same age, so there wasn't much awkwardness or unfamiliarity.

"I know, it was the female doctor from the county hospital here who was with me last night."

Jiang Tingxu nodded:

"Did you just finish work?"

"Well, let's hurry up and edit the recordings in the past two days. It will be broadcast on Friday." "This Friday?"

"That's right."

hiss!

Isn't this too hasty?

"Dr. Jiang, you rest first. I have to take a shower and wash myself. I will keep my voice down when I come back."

"It's okay, it's okay, my hair isn't dry yet."

After Zhong Yao went out, Jiang Tingxu was no longer in the mood to continue reading. At this time, a WeChat notification sounded on her phone.

It was actually a message from Su Muxue:

"Hey, listen, what are you doing? I'm so bored, so bored, so bored!"

I repeated it three times in a row. How boring is it?

Jiang Tingxu replied:

"I'm on a business trip, and I'm on the set now. It's so late, why don't you, a little pregnant woman, rest?"

Little pregnant woman?

Su Muxue over there almost exploded when she received this fresh title. She didn't reply and just called him.

Jiang Tingxu covered the phone and answered in a low voice:

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, you dare to ask me what's wrong? Have you forgotten what you just called me?"

Phew, that’s it.

How could you forget so quickly?

Jiang Tingxu: "Aren't you?"

Su Muxue: "Yes, yes, why did you go to the crew? Didn't you say you were on a business trip?"

Jiang Tingxu: "It's just a business trip."

Su Muxue: "Let me tell you, which crew did you go to? Are there any bosses on the crew? If so, be sure to sign the autograph for me!"

Still signing?

Jiang Tingxu laughed twice:

"Don't think too much, you know me."

Su Muxue said:

"I don't remember knowing any celebrities. Listen, who are you talking about?"

Su Muxue thought about it carefully, but couldn't think of anything specific.

Jiang Tingxu's mouth twitched slightly:

"Are you sure you don't know me? You don't know my son or my son's father either?"

The person on the phone obviously paused for a few seconds, and then Su Muxue's throaty voice came:

"What?"

It was late at night, and the sound was indeed a bit loud. Jiang Tingxu took the phone away to calm down:

"Are you so surprised?" he asked.