Quick Transmigration: Passer-by Craftsman System [MTL]

Chapter 155

Qingchuan was the first one to leave. At six o'clock in the morning, when the working team and guests who had been busy for several days were asleep, he took his luggage and boarded the earliest ship. Assistant Xiao Zhou was nearby and answered a call from the agent.

Without saying anything, the agent felt that he was already a 'dead person' and it would be of no use even if he came back to his former glory at this time. This is also the attitude of the contracting company.

Qingchuan didn't even feel sorry for the original owner. He was overusing his brain. He just wanted to go back and have a good sleep.

There was a letter he asked a waiter to deliver to the chief director.

Nothing else, just a few words of thanks. Others recommended him, and the chief director had to agree. Because of this, he specially left such a thank you letter.

There were no fancy words or strong emotions. I just said that I had a great time here and finally thank you.

What's rare is that this is a handwritten letter. There are very few exchanges of letters like this these days, and Qingchuan's beautiful handwriting is a bonus. Others don't know how, but the chief director himself likes it.

Have a heart.

"Very good young man." He told his friend.

The plane ticket he bought was at ten o'clock, and he was going from one city to another. He settled on the plane at noon. The beef was topped with fruit. The beef was cooked very soft and lacked a bit of chewiness. It was already afternoon when we got off the plane and returned to the B&B.

Xiao Zhou went back. As an on-call public assistant, the company asked him to assist a certain artist.

He won't come again until he joins the set.

Qingchuan lay on the quilt, all the bones in his body were tired. He suddenly felt sleepy and wanted to take a nap, so he called someone.

He wanted to hear his voice.

"Xiao Ge."

Wei Ge listened to the voice on the other end, with an expression on his face as if ice had melted, "Qing." He didn't say anything more, such as I've been following you, I've been watching the live broadcast, and I miss you.

"Xiao Ge, can you sing to me?"

Qingchuan's voice was as lazy as his tone. The tail of his tone was slightly raised, with a short nasal sound, as if he was coquettishly speaking. He only showed this cute habit when he felt at ease and relaxed.

Wei Ge was as helpless as coaxing a baby. He cleared his throat and sang Two Tigers with a stumbling voice: "Two tigers, two tigers, run fast..."

To be fair, Wei Ge's singing level is just barely out of tune.

Qingchuan lay on the bed, listened to the song "Two Tigers" and "Little Star" on the other end, and then fell asleep to the lullaby of "Baby Baby".

In the dream, I was floating in the clouds, swinging on the moon boat, and there was a tall and stiff little star elf guarding me, humming a song.

The system looked at the sleeping face of the host, gently floated to the side of the phone, and whispered to Wei Ge on the other end: "The host is asleep."

are you asleep?

Qingchuan rarely sleeps without going to bed at night, and he seems really tired these days.

As a public figure, I am always in a state of mental tension, especially before the live broadcast. It cannot be wrong at all. It is indeed very stressful.