Song Wenting had to think a little more about the provocative matter. Not to mention her gentle temper since she was a child, with that face on her face, only others are chasing her. Except for Shen Heqing, she has never taken the initiative to be friendly with any young opposite sex.

The tip of her upturned nose was slightly wrinkled, she shrunk on one of the chairs, holding the teacup to rest her cheeks and staring thoughtfully.

Yue Yao asked her not to be too obvious. Shouldn't she start with her daily routine and let him slowly get used to her boiled frog mode in warm water?

After pondering for a moment, the eyebrows that had been slightly twisted loosened.

She took out her mobile phone, pulled out the chat box with Ji Yanzhou, and quickly tapped the message with her fingertips.

But cut and cut, put the original [What time do you get off work? 】 is replaced with 【What do you want to eat tonight? ] What finally sent out was: [I might be a little late going home today. 】

Song Wenting thinks this sentence is the most suitable, it looks like a cold report, but it is also an initiative to send him a message.

Holding the phone, she looked like a devout believer, holding her breath and waiting for him to give alms.

The mood also changed from vague anticipation to uneasy tension, and finally faded.

Just one second before receiving the phone, a "hum" sounded.

It was his reply: [Well, what time is it? Where? come to pick you up. 】

The apex of his heart instantly surged with a little sweetness. He looked casual, but he always seemed to give girls the sense of anticipation they wanted.

The corners of his mouth rose subconsciously, and his typing movements couldn't help but lighten up: [Movie City, about seven o'clock. 】

【be careful. 】

Looking at the first two, I always feel that there are some shortcomings, Song Wenting couldn't help but continue to post, [If possible, can you bring me something to eat, I may be hungry. 】

This sentence was obviously not something she would say in normal times, her eyes were fixed on the black words, Song Wenting's head was hot, and she directly pressed her fingertips back.

Staring blankly at the row below of "WT." has withdrawn a message, his cheeks suddenly became a little hot, isn't it obvious that there is no silver 300 taels here?

At this time, in the chat box, the prompt "The other party is typing" was already displayed. After holding his breath for two seconds, what he sent was a voice that lasted for more than twenty seconds.

Press play, and the familiar and clear voice followed: "It happens that I get off work late at night, so I will bring you some snack pads first, and then we will eat together after the end. Don't worry, we will not be hungry."

The tips of his ears suddenly burned red, and Song Wenting pinched the phone and didn't dare to go back.

After a while, she frowned in hindsight, but when she thinks about it seriously, he seems to have always liked to say some sloppy and casual words in front of her, as if he was careless, but it evoked an unstoppable throbbing. .

Is he good at it?

At this time, a melodious sound came from the hall built on the set, and Song Wenting suddenly came back to his senses. He quickly threw away the thoughts in his head, and walked over with the piano in his arms.

Today is the last day of Lin Xingyao's filming of the piano playing scene. In order to save time and prevent running back and forth between different scenes, Director Chen intends to finish this type of scene at one time.

This also gave Song Wenting more time to make music, so today is her last day on the set.

However, Lin Xingyao's state has not been in place. In the first half, the dark piano and thorns were originally played by the general he played through an assassination operation in a palace performance, but his eyes did not have the slightest chilling intent, and he was hated by Director Chen. When the iron failed, he finally let him rest for half an hour to adjust his state.

After An Shuyu came off the court, she took the lead in running over to comfort her.

Song Wenting saw her nimble feet, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong with her foot injury last time.

When the conversation between the two was over, Song Wenting still walked over: "Xingyao."

Her eyes fell on the boy's clean forehead, he glanced at her, then looked away, the figure sitting on the ground was inexplicably dejected: "Mr. Song, have you ever suddenly resisted something you once liked in every possible way? "

Song Wenting didn't speak, and sat quietly on the side, listening to him carefully: "I used to like acting very much, and thought it was the only thing I loved in my life, but now I don't want to act."

"What happened recently?" The woman's gentle words fell to her heart.

After being silent for a long time, Lin Xingyao shook his head. He didn't want to say anything. He only said sadly, "There's no particular reason. I just don't want to act anymore. I want to try another way of life."

Song Wenting persuaded softly: "It's okay if you don't want to act, but at least wait for this drama to end. Xingyao, this is not your drama, it is shared by all other people who have worked hard. You can have a new way of life , but you should have the sense of responsibility that you should have.”

She handed over a candy, still gentle: "If you need time to adjust, I can talk to Director Chen for you."

The hard candy was held in Lin Xingyao's hand easily. He pondered for a while before looking up at Song Wenting: "Mr. Song, I've always been curious about why you have such a good attitude. You never seem to be bothered."

With a blank expression on his face, Song Wenting shook his head: "Why not, it's just that I have always had a concept before, not forcing or obsessing. But..."

"Um?"

"But now I feel that this kind of life seems to be quite bland, and I should think more about other life possibilities like you." She looked bright and smiled at him beautifully, "So, I am also changing now. "

"You..." Lin Xingyao smiled bitterly, covering up his loss, "You seem to have changed a bit."

"Um."

"So, are you happy to marry Mr. Ji?"

Song Wenting looked at the busy crowd in front of him: "The proposition of happiness is too big, and many great people have not been able to explain it clearly."

Lin Xingyao also laughed, no longer entangled, but said with a little deep meaning: "But I think Mr. Ji should be quite happy."

Song Wenting looked puzzled.

"There are very few Guqin roles in this script, but he asked the screenwriter to expand a lot of plots for you, and he also repaired the thousand-year-old Guqin for you." He stared at her, with a smile on his lips, "So, Mr. Ji is a formidable businessman, he knows how to strategize and how to use his power, if not for what he did, you would never meet again, and you would never get married. He is very smart."

"How do you know this?" Song Wenting's tone finally cooled down.

At this moment, she felt absurd.

"Mr. Song, I only heard about Director Chen and the others by chance." Lin Xingyao frowned, "I...I don't want you to be kept in the dark."

His mind started to buzz, and Song Wenting recalled everything since the reunion in due course.

At the opening banquet, he pretended to be unfamiliar, frequently visited the studio, and deliberately ate at one table.

On the night when he bumped into Shen Heqing and Qiao Ling, he happened to have a blind date in the same cafe, and he said the phrase "Are you married?"

Then he thought that he had heard the name "Qiao Ling" in his office, so he knew Qiao Ling early in the morning? Maybe he already knew the secrets of Qiao Ling and Shen Heqing?

And that night, Yue Yao deliberately asked her to go, and she said "Yan Sen..." on the phone.

Yan Sen is his childhood.

His fingertips began to tremble, and as if he realized something, Song Wenting walked directly to Director Chen.

The faint anger over there hadn't dissipated, but when he met Song Wenting, he calmed down a lot, but Song Wenting's heart sank suddenly at this moment.

There are also Director Chen and several assistant directors, who are inexplicably polite to her, and even give her the exclusive right to use a room.

Therefore, she has been enjoying the so-called privileges, and she still thinks she is an ordinary guqin player.

"Mr. Song, what's the matter?"

Director Chen looked at her seriously, and then explained as if suddenly enlightened, "Don't worry, Xingyao will sort out the situation soon, and I will definitely be able to finish filming today."

Song Wenting forced a smile, and finally just nodded, there is no need to ask for further confirmation.

As Director Chen said, Lin Xingyao got into the mood very quickly, and even got into the show even more than before. He was delayed a lot of time, but he was made up. Everyone thought he would work overtime for the scene. It was just at seven o'clock. It's over.

Song Wenting packed up all her things, and said goodbye to Director Chen and the others one by one. She didn't care much about Lin Xingyao's subsequent conversation. Although he might really be in a bad mood, the last words were his purpose, and when the purpose was achieved, he took the opportunity to approach.

But Song Wenting has always disliked boys with big eyes.

Feelings should be pure, if mixed with other things, it is blasphemy.

It's just a pity for the candy.

An Shuyu, who had been resting on the recliner until her figure disappeared from the dim light outside the entrance, put away her phone and smiled with satisfaction.

The figures of women and men in the dialog box are full of screens, and in the noisy background, it seems that they only have each other in their eyes.

Ji Yanzhou was looking at the chat box with An Shuyu, and just saw the last photo: the woman is holding a beautiful little face, smiling sweetly, her jade cheeks are rosy and pretty, her side face is no longer cold, but Gentle and touching.

Zhou Chen in the front row said, "Mrs. Ji is out." Through the half-lowered window sill, he climbed up to the figure of a woman approaching.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, she was wearing a beige printed dress with a slender figure. As she walked, the flowing skirt fluttered slightly, as if picking up fine dust.

The phone twirled half a circle around his knuckles, and Ji Yanzhou directly put it in his pocket.

The second after the woman got into the car, he thoughtfully took the bag she was carrying, and then took the bag from Zhou Chen.

There was a rustling sound, a little corn mixed with the fragrance of shrimp was blown, and when he regained consciousness, a steaming steamed dumpling in a wooden box was already brought to his lips.

Song Wenting stepped back a little distance, looking at the man's handsome eyebrows.

"Huh?" asked in a low voice, under the dark gaze, Song Wenting still couldn't help her heartbeat, she looked away, feeling sore and numb.

"Why don't you eat?" Ji Yanzhou held a pair of wooden chopsticks with his porcelain white knuckles, handed them to the woman's lips again, and said with a light smile, "It's not that I'm hungry."

In the end, Song Wenting followed his movements and bit down slowly.

The taste is slightly sweet and has a light fragrance, not greasy at all. Song Wenting looked at the wooden box and recognized that it was a private dish with limited supply every day.

With a heartbeat, the boredom dissipated a little.

Suddenly, a possibility appeared in mind that didn't even dare to think about.

She pursed her lips, looked straight into those eyes, but suddenly turned a corner when she spoke, and asked, "Why are you doing this?"

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