Wilderness Livestream: Other People Struggle to Survive While I Became Famous by Looking After a Cat

The third day on the cruise ship.

Song Qingyou came out of the room yawning, and a trace of tears could be seen in the corner of her eyes.

Zhizhi followed her, raising his head to look at her from time to time.

"Meow?"

"I'm fine." Song Qingyou waved her hand, "I just slept too late yesterday."

When she said this, Jiang Zhihan became even more concerned.

After all, as long as Song Qingyou is not filming at night, her schedule is very regular.

Last night was definitely not normal.

But before he could continue to ask, Chen Lan came over.

The latter was also surprised by Song Qingyou's condition.

"What's wrong with you? Were you sneaking around last night?"

"Sleeping too late." Song Qingyou gave the same answer.

Chen Lan took out a tissue and said, "Here you go, wipe your tears."

"If you can't stay up late, don't stay up. Weren't you very self-disciplined before?"

Every one of the artists Chen Lan had led before was reluctant to go to bed at night and unable to get up in the morning.

Only Song Qingyou had never had her worry so much.

So she was not used to it when she saw Song Qingyou's sleepy eyes bursting into tears.

Song Qingyou nodded in agreement.

She didn't want to stay up late either.

But last night I was urged to write by Wen Xia. I originally thought it would be good to be a salted fish, but as I was thinking about it, I unconsciously opened the document.

Then I started thinking about a science fiction trilogy, and I’ve already written the third part. How could I give up halfway? It’s better to finish the third part as soon as possible!

So, Song Qingyou sat in front of the computer and wrote for at least three or four hours, as if she had been given a shot of blood.

Sure enough, she couldn't get used to salted fish and so on.

"No wonder I went to the gym to look for you this morning, but you weren't there... I thought you had finished your workout and went back to your room..."

Chen Lan led the way nonchalantly.

Song Qingyou was a little distracted. When she came to her senses, she realized that Chen Lan did not lead the way to the restaurant, but instead entered the room where she lived.

Chen Lan lived in a common suite, which was not as large as Song Qingyou's. It did not have a supporting study room and living room, but it also had a small balcony.

The table in the room was now piled with large and small gift boxes, and there were two large dolls of the same height placed on the sofa.

"This is--"

Song Qingyou looked confused.

Chen Lan rolled her eyes halfway, as if she thought of something, took a deep breath and said:

"Ms. Song, have you forgotten? Today is your birthday!"

"Birthday?"

Song Qingyou was stunned for several seconds before she came to her senses.

When doing tasks in other worlds, she might have remembered her birthday at first, but later on, she seemed not to remember it.

After returning from the mission, he was immediately busy surviving in the wilderness. In addition, others usually didn't ask about his age, so Song Qingyou naturally forgot about it.

Chen Lan couldn't believe it when she saw her slow reaction:

"Isn't it? Qingyou, can you even forget your own birthday?"

"But it doesn't matter, as long as others remember it."

After saying that, she raised her chin and said, "Here, there are birthday gifts prepared for you by the crew on the table and on the sofa."

"We have to work during the day today. They must have agreed upon it. They were afraid that they wouldn't find time to deliver it, so they all came to me last night."

Song Qingyou suddenly remembered that Song Xingye would give her all kinds of gifts on birthdays in the past, before anything happened to the Song family...

Thinking of her family, Song Qingyou quickly took out her mobile phone

——Sure enough, because I couldn’t get up in the morning, my phone hasn’t been turned on yet!

She quickly pressed the power button, and did not forget to ask Chen Lan:

"Sister Lan, they probably didn't give me any expensive gifts, right?"

"I don't know about that, but I reminded them that if the gift is too expensive, you might not accept it... But it shouldn't be too expensive. You and Director An are the only richest people on the crew... Director An gives expensive gifts It should be fine, right? You can send one back at any time."

Song Qingyou nodded.

The phone turns on quickly.

As soon as the screen lit up, dozens of missed calls popped up.

Half of them were called by Song Xingye, and some were called by Lin Xuyang, Yu Muhuai and others, and one was even called by Wen Xia.

The V letter message they sent also popped up at the same time.

Song Qingyou was about to call Song Xingye when the other party called again.

As soon as the call was connected, a voice came from the receiver, "Happy birthday, Qingyou."

The congratulations that she had not heard in many years made Song Qingyou's eyes red.

"Dad, I'm sorry, my phone was not turned on this morning -"

"Our Qingyou is the birthday girl today, so why do we need to apologize? It's a pity that you are still on the cruise ship today, and dad can't say happy birthday to you in person."

"It's okay, Dad. After the movie is finished, I will go live with you for a while."

"As long as it doesn't delay your work." Song Xingye said happily, "With Xu Yang here, I don't need you to worry about me. You can just concentrate on doing your own thing."

Speaking of Lin Xuyang, Song Qingyou couldn't help but ask more about the company.

The father and daughter chatted for a long time, and they didn't stop until Song Xingye wanted to answer the phone.

Chen Lan has now put all the gifts into two small trolleys.

"I borrowed the cart from the waiter. You push one and I push the other... It's not appropriate to leave all the gifts here with me. Please take them back and open them quickly."

If someone else saw it, they would probably think that Song Qingyou didn't like the gift prepared by the crew.

Song Qingyou agreed.

After all the gifts were piled in her room, she went to have breakfast.

There are also some crew members in the restaurant, and every one of them will say happy birthday to Song Qingyou when they greet her.

Song Qingyou was not very busy filming today, but just replying to V-letters and Weibo messages was enough to keep her fingers flying.

After finally having some time to rest in the afternoon, Song Qingyou simply handed Chen Lan her phone, saying there was no need to reply if she couldn't see it.

Only then did she remember that Jiang Zhihan didn't give any gifts.

Song Qingyou poked the cat sitting next to the tablet and whispered:

"Jiang Zhihan, others have given me birthday gifts, why don't you express your gratitude?"

She just wanted to tease a certain cat.

But because the voice was deliberately lowered, speaking in a low voice made people feel like they were aggrieved.

Jiang Zhihan moved his cat ears and typed on the note:

[So many people have given you gifts, do you still need my share? ]

Song Qingyou pouted: "This is different."

Jiang Zhihan: [What do you want? ]

"Isn't it your responsibility to think about this?"

After a long silence, a line of text appeared on the tablet again: [Give me to you? ]

Song Qingyou's breathing was stagnant, and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

But he just snorted softly and pretended not to care: "How much is your cat worth?"

Jiang Zhihan: [Then do you want it? ]

When Song Qingyou saw this sentence, she wanted to have the guts to refuse directly.

But she couldn't give a negative answer anyway.

But she won't let anyone lead her around.

Song Qingyou raised her eyebrows:

"You are mine now."

"I've supported you for so long, and you still want to default on your debt?"

Jiang Zhihan did not deny what she said, but only wrote one word on the tablet:

[good. ]