She didn't want to think it was Jiang Shu's order too affectionately, so she simply got up and changed the position of the corner.

Xu Shi was fed too much milk in the morning, and Wen Ning always felt uncomfortable in her stomach. She took out a tissue from her bag and pinched it in the palm of her hand. She put down the script and planned to go to the bathroom.

The restrooms on the set are on the wrong side, and the costumes are thick and cumbersome. Almost all experienced actors wear hand-relief artifacts in them, and few people usually come here.

Wen Ning walked for a while, and the pain in her lower abdomen became more and more severe. When she entered the women's toilet, there was no one in it. After she went in, she found out that it was a relative. No wonder the pain was so severe.

During this period of time, was divorced and looking for a house and a job. Every day opened eyes and closed eyes. couldn’t find peace. was so busy that forgot days.

She didn't bring anything, and was worried about soiling the costume, so she put several layers of paper on it. When she came out, she walked to the sink to wash her hands, but she shivered from the ice.

However, before she could turn off the faucet, a force from the back grabbed her shoulders, and then a big hand wrapped around her slender waist.

Wen Ning subconsciously exclaimed: "Help, hooligan!"

Jiang Shu was about to laugh angrily, he pressed the person against the wall behind him, and the corners of his lips were hooked a little ruffian: "Playing a hooligan? Okay, let me show you what a real hooligan means."

He leaned close to Wen Ning's tender neck, his cool and thin lips pressed against her white softness, and Wen Ning was still pushing him with his hands and feet fluttering. The gap immediately attacked the city.

Wen Ning frowned and kicked him: "Jiang Shu!"

The man grunted and let her go with a chuckle: "What kind of broken buttons in the Qing Dynasty, so strict."

He just couldn't hold back, he was so addicted, he didn't really think about what to do with her here.

The man was panting slightly, with a sullen voice: "Are you bold? If I say block on WeChat, I will block it? Huh?"

As he said that, he smiled and snapped back the three or two buttons that he had torn off.

When he looked up again, he found that Wen Ning's lips were pale and her face was wrong.

The man frowned: "What's wrong?"

He didn't wait for her to answer, and counted the days: "Are you coming to relatives?"

Wen Ning said nothing.

"Let me see."

Wen Ning raised her head and glared at him: "Jiang Shu!"

"Okay, don't bother you, have you brought that?"

Jiang Shu knew when she saw her expression. The man licked his lips, his delicate Adam's apple slid, and sighed in resignation: "I'll buy it, you wait here honestly."

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Chapter 20

Wen Ning naturally didn't listen to him. As soon as Jiang Shu left, she came out of the bathroom and happened to run into the female assistant of the little actor, asking her to borrow a piece, and return to the studio immediately after going back to change it.

Inexplicably, Jiang Shu didn't want to use someone else's hand for this, so he had to buy it shamelessly.

In the end, when he came back, he fluttered again. He stood at the door of the bathroom and smiled in self-deprecation with the corners of his lips pulled.

When he returned to the set, Wen Ning was already standing in front of the lighting board, speaking fluently.

At this moment, the filming has not officially started, and a few actors walk one by one and write a string of words. Jiang Shu lazily stands beside the camera monitor, staring at Wen Ning's little face, which looks better than before.

After just standing for a while, an assistant director next to him brought a cup of hot tea to Jiang Shu, and also set up a small sofa that is the best in the whole studio: "Mr. Jiang, if you drink tea, please take a seat. Please sit down."

Jiang Shu raised his eyes lazily, took the hot tea, shook the temperature in his handshake, tilted his head and asked him, "Where is the hot water?"

The assistant director was stunned for a moment, what the hell, did Jiang always take the initiative to talk to him? He was a little flattered, and hurriedly bowed down: "I'll take you there."

He caught a glimpse of the pink thermos cup in Jiang Shu's hand, and immediately said attentively, "Does Jiang always need hot water? I can help you."

Jiang Shu didn't mean to give him the cup, he just put the cup of tea aside, and lazily got up and buttoned his suit: "No, I'll do it myself."

This thermos cup was bought in one piece when he bought sanitary pads for Wen Ning just now. It continues his usual straight male aesthetic. The whole body of the cup is pink, and at first glance, it is for girls.

The assistant director stared at the cup, and always felt that it was not right that President Jiang came to the studio so frequently these days. He was afraid that there was a Buddha in their crew.

Jiang Shu personally scalded the brand-new thermos inside and out several times, poured a cup of ginger sugar water for Wen Ning, washed the cup and made tea. In the past, others were eager to rush to do it for him, and he didn't even need to reach out. It's just now... Probably because of possessiveness, he always felt that even if she had to drink the water that he soaked with his own hands, he felt at ease.

Wen Ning is still on the move. Although her role is soy sauce, as a palace maid beside the male protagonist, she needs to appear on the stage a lot, and she always brushes her face beside the male protagonist.

Wen Ning only came here to experience the life of an actor for the time being. There is no brokerage company and no agent. Other small artists have accompanying assistants to take care of her. Her backpack is so lonely in the corner of the studio. When Jiang Shu came back, she took Wen Ning easily. carried the backpack into his hands.

Unzip the zipper and put in the thermos cup, tampon, ibuprofen, and some small snacks to satisfy hunger.

After doing all this, Jiang Shu inexplicably gave birth to the mentality of an old father. He took his little girl out for an outing to experience life. He was worried that she would not eat well or wear warm clothes. He filled her small backpack with things. Possibly even being rejected by her daughter.

The man hooked his lips lightly, but isn't it, the little one is so much younger than him, he is not an old man in her eyes.