"It's done," the makeup artist put the items on the table into the vanity case, looked down and saw that Song Zhaoshui was already asleep, shook her gently, and reminded: "Sleeping like this will make your neck sore. You can rest somewhere else."

Song Zhaoshui smiled, nodded and said yes.

The makeup artist pointed to the phone she put aside: "Your phone just rang a few times."

Song Zhaoshui thanked him, and before picking up the phone, he had already vaguely guessed. This speculation was confirmed when opening Weibo.

Xiao Xie asked softly in her heart, "Why don't you speak?"

"You see the reply."

"Stop procrastinating."

"..."

dawdling? Is this what she calls dawdling? Isn't it obvious that she doesn't want to bother you? Don't bother me?

Song Zhaoshui rolled his eyes speechlessly and replied, "I don't want to argue with you, it's pointless."

The other party replied in seconds: "I'm not arguing with you, I'm just asking."

Song Zhaoshui frowned: "Then don't ask."

This decisive sentence seemed to completely cut off the chatter of the other person, and the other party did not speak for a long time.

Song Zhaoshui put away the phone and prepared to go out. She took a break for a while, and it was time to resume filming.

The problem of the crying scene is solved, and the rest is not so difficult.

The next scene is her and Xie Nanting's rivalry. In the play, Zhao Qingyue met a patriotic youth who was chased and killed by Sun Gu's men when she was delivering news to others in the theater. In desperation, she could only let the young man into her box.

With the investigators in front of her eyes, Zhao Qingyue's statement about her identity doesn't work either...

At this moment, Zhou Shulang appeared.

In private, Zhou Shulang doesn't look like a terrifying lackey of a warlord, but like some incompetent young master. Her hair was definitely messy, and the buttons of her shirt were buttoned up indiscriminately, revealing a large jade-colored chest.

Zhou Shulang's mouth always had a faint smile, casual and presumptuous. He leisurely lifted the curtain of the box and spread out his hand: "Why, my wife's box is also searched?"

The leader took two steps back, his expression respectful but serious: "I'm sorry, General Zhou, this is a subordinate's task."

"Mission?" Zhou Shulang tasted the word, chuckled, put his left hand into his trouser pocket, took out a bunch of keys, and stretched out into the box: "Go and drive the car over."

Zhao Qingyue's expression changed, and she made a look at the patriotic youth who was hiding behind the curtain. The latter took the key and left in front of everyone.

...

Li Shu called the card, and this one passed, "Take a five-minute break!"

Xie Nanting couldn't help but glance at Song Zhaoshui before he left, and he was caught with a secret glance. He hurriedly pretended to be nonchalant, glanced around, and walked away pretending to be leisurely.

Song Zhaoshui frowned and his eyes fell on Xie Nanting's left hand.

Just now, she discovered that Xie Nanting had a small red mole on the tiger's mouth on his left hand.

In Xiao Xie's soft-haired photo, the man holding Xue Meiniang has the same mole on his left hand.

Is it a coincidence?

Song Zhaoshui suspected that he remembered it incorrectly, and deliberately re-opened the photo to take a look.

He called Xiao Xie soft-hearted, so his surname is probably Xie.

Unless all men surnamed Xie have such a mole on their left hand, this coincidence is too big.

She pressed save and sent the photo to Xiao Xie: "The hand looks good."

The people over there found that she finally stopped being speechless, and immediately replied happily: "Yes."

After a second, the humble statement came: "It's okay."

He replied in this way, directly acknowledging that the hand in the photo was his own.

Although he was suspected of lying, his tone was full of magnanimous pride, which was hard to believe.

However, this is too fantastical.

Xiao Xie's heart is soft and obviously a bit arrogant, and she is a little stupid, but Xie Nanting in her impression is not like this!

Song Zhaoshui found a chair and sat down in a daze, and typed a line: "Are you Xie Nanting?"

Before she clicked send, she immediately deleted it and began to reverse the derivation.

Thinking of what Xiao Xie has been talking about in the past two days about repaying his life-saving grace, Song Zhaoshui asked him: "Have you owed a life debt recently?"

Xiao Xie replied softly in a second: "???"

Could this IQ really be Xie Nanting? Song Zhaoshui questioned while doubting: "Have you been rescued?"

When she clicked send, she was also worried that the other party would be suspicious, but she obviously regarded people a lot.

Xie Nanting was sure that the other party couldn't guess who he was, and he didn't realize that he had been chatting for a while. Friend, he was rescued recently."

Very typical I have a friend series.

Song Zhaoshui twitched the corners of his mouth. Does this person usually do not use the Internet? He is still playing the tricks that the netizens have abandoned.

"How did you save it?"

It couldn't be what she thought, Song Zhaoshui pinched the bridge of his nose, but his heart was beating up and down. Xiao Xie's heart softened, and the level of truth he has shown in the past two days is far beyond ordinary people.

Xiao Xie's heart softened and seemed to be thinking. After pondering for a while, he replied, "In short, it was saved."

Oh anyway.

In Song Zhaoshui's memory, the thing that could barely be called saving him was avoiding Lilac Road in the heavy rain that day. However, her original intention was to save Ding Dai, but Xie Nanting was also in the car by accident.

But do normal people feel that they owe a life-saving grace for this?

No, at most, will be afraid for a while, think it is too coincidental.

It seems that Xie Nanting has long known who the account "Master Xie's real wife" belongs to.

"Sister Zhaoshui, the director called to start filming." Liu Jie came to call her, and Song Zhaoshui had to put all these aside.

When Xie Nanting came over, he looked at her with those eyes again. Song Zhaoshui didn't know what this look meant before, but now he realizes the taste.

The kind of eyes that are a little hopeful and a little pleading.

What do you ask her to do? A light flashed in Song Zhaoshui's mind, and she suddenly remembered her joke. She said that if the rescued person looked good, she hoped that he would warm the bed.

So, is Xie Nanting serious?

"Can you change it?"

"I'm not good-looking, really..."

"..."

Yes, Song Zhaoshui pressed her temples with a headache. In the eyes of people, she was undoubtedly a lecherous girl. Then contact Yuan Shen's hard pursuit of Xie Nanting, and her image of a kind-hearted repayment suddenly appeared on the paper: Don't accept my pursuit, right? Okay, I saved you, let me repay you with your body.

Xie Nanting was still peeking at her, maybe it was his self-righteous peeking. His eyes were too obvious, Song Zhaoshui had discovered it long ago, and pretended to know nothing.

This has to be made clear.

As soon as today's show ended, Song Zhaoshui sent a long message to Xiao Xie's heart: "I thought you were joking, so I took your stalk. Anything about warming the bed is fake. Tell your friend not to take it to heart. Maybe it was an accident for someone else to save him? Maybe you don't care about his return at all."

Xie Nanting was quite happy when he received the news, and Bao Xuetong's heart skipped a beat: "I am so happy to receive the news, what about the future?"

Xie Nanting ignored him, clicked it, and was dumbfounded. This long paragraph is not what he wants to hear at all, is it?

Are you kidding me before? So she didn't think..., he can accept this.

Saying that saving him was an accident, saying that saving him without asking for anything in return, how could this be possible?

Xie Nanting lowered his eyelashes and did not move for a long time, like an overly perfect sculpture. Bao Xuetong shook his legs and smiled gloatingly: "Well, it's a quarrel?"

He took out his mobile phone from the back pocket of his trousers: "By the way, your eldest brother asked you to make a call when you are free."

After informing Xie Beige of the news of Xie Nanting's suspected love yesterday, the other party was quite happy. Xie Nanting doesn't follow the idol route. If love is handled properly, it will not have much impact.

What's more, Xie Nanting is 27.

Looking at middle age.

Middle-aged and old virgin, how scary it sounds.

Xie Nanting only then raised his head, gave him a charitable look, and said "um".

He lowered his head again, staring at the phone screen.

An hour passed, and Song Zhaoshui did not receive a reply. She breathed a sigh of relief, only when the person had let go.

Not long after, someone knocked on the door.

She suspected that her room was like a reception desk, and there were always people coming.

Xie Nanting put a blank face and sent a friendly invitation: "Would you like to go out for dinner?"

Song Zhaoshui: "Huh?"

Xie Nanting shook his mobile phone: "It's past eight o'clock, aren't you hungry? Let's go, let's go eat."

"Wait," Song Zhaoshui supported the door frame with one hand and glanced at Xie Nanting, who was fully armed, "No, are you sure you want me to go to dinner with you?"

Xie Nanting nodded, looked down at the hotel slippers on her feet, and urged, "Change your shoes quickly, let's go after changing them."

Song Zhaoshui stood still and politely refused: "It's too late, I won't go."

Xie Nanting raised one eyebrow: "No, you used to go out to eat at this time."

Afraid that she would not believe it, he turned on the screen of his mobile phone and pointed to the clock: "Look, it's really time."

Song Zhaoshui was actually hungry. Once his stomach got used to it, he couldn't change it easily.

The person in front of him has reached his peak level of truthfulness.

Strangely, such Xie Nanting is more humane than the image in her impression. At least, she doesn't dislike him like this.

Song Zhaoshui compromised, changed his shoes and put on a mask.

The two walked three steps apart, and when they got to the elevator, they stood alone in a corner, neither looking at each other nor speaking.

So weird, like a couple who just quarreled.

Song Zhaoshui didn't realize this until he went out and walked to the nearby square, Xie Nanting was stopped by an old grandma who was carrying a basket and selling handmade roses: "Young man, buy a flower to coax your girlfriend."

Across the night, Song Zhaoshui could see Xie Nanting's embarrassment. Suddenly, she was no longer embarrassed, she just found it funny, and laughed out loud.

But the next moment she couldn't laugh, because Xie Nanting bought the whole basket and handed it to her: "Huh? Next."

Just being misunderstood as his girlfriend is so happy. He is willing to be merciful and coax his savior.