Xie Nanting: "what's for dinner?"

Song Zhaoshui heard the phone vibrate, picked it up and took a look. As expected, it was another WeChat message from Xie Nanting.

They have been in the same crew for so long that they only added WeChat to each other today.

The original friend's list is quite long, but apart from Ji Yue, basically no one has contacted her.

After Ji Yue was stimulated, no one sent her a message except the WeChat public account.

This miserable scene was not broken until Xie Nanting entered the friend list.

"If you're not going tonight, you can eat by yourself."

Song Zhaoshui clicked into his Moments. The style of this person's Moments is very similar to Weibo. The news is one every few months. Usually, it is a photo with a line of neat text, and he has never posted an emoji.

Xie Nanting: "Why?"

Why, Song Zhaoshui has never dealt with people like Xie Nanting. Occasionally some can't stand it. For example, when ordinary people see this sentence, they will know that this is a tactful rejection and will not ask again.

She thought about her words: "If you always go out like this, you will be discovered by fans sooner or later."

Fans are so eye-catching these days, you don't know when you'll be recognized.

Of course, this is also an excuse, Song Zhaoshui's idea is to stop there. She really has no idea about Xie Nanting. Although he looks really attractive, there are too many variables.

She came here inexplicably, and she would not leave inexplicably.

Xie Nanting is now intent on repaying his gratitude, and will always do things beyond the limit without realizing it. She saw clearly and always felt obligated to keep her distance.

What if this person is a married man?

What's more, there is another Ding Dai who can't figure out her identity.

Why should she go into muddy waters.

Xie Nanting over there quickly replied: "Then I can place an order and ask them to deliver it. What do you want to eat, I'll order it for you."

Song Zhaoshui took a breath and said seriously, "Mr. Xie, are you pursuing me?"

This question was quite bold, and almost didn't blow Xie Nanting up from the chair.

Bao Xuetong was startled by his sudden movement: "What are you doing?"

Xie Nanting ignored him and put the phone back on the table. After a few seconds, he picked it up and looked again, and the line of words had not changed at all.

He was right, that's what people asked.

How are these words wrong? Song Zhaoshui hadn't called him Mr. Xie for a long time, and he hadn't used honorific words for a long time.

It seems that she took this question seriously. Xie Nanting secretly speculated, the more he thought about it, the more his head exploded.

The first twenty-seven years of his life were smooth sailing. All the people around him guessed his thoughts, when did he do such a thing?

Xie Nanting, who was completely inexperienced, was worried that telling the truth would hurt others' hearts, but also felt that the other party was so serious that he shouldn't fool him.

Song Zhaoshui waited for a long time without waiting for a reply. After a guess, he knew that the person was probably caught in a brainstorm. While he was amused, he tempted him to confess: "It doesn't matter, if you tell the truth, I will not be angry."

End with a reassuring cute smile.

Xie Nanting said boldly: "No, I just want to be friends with you."

Song Zhaoshui waited for this answer, and immediately replied: "Then keep your distance, or I will misunderstand."

Xie Nanting felt that the direction of this conversation was not right. He seemed to be... disliked?

Seeing his lips pursed into a straight line, Bao Xuetong looked unhappy, and asked cheaply, "Why, did you quarrel again?"

Xie Nanting thought it was not a quarrel: "She told me to keep my distance."

"..." Bao Xuetong was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed: "Retribution is not good, how did your retribution come so quickly?"

Xie Nanting looked at him without saying a word, until Bao Xuetong couldn't laugh, and cleared his throat: "Then what, have you provoked others?"

He himself felt strange. Song Zhaoshui's attitude changed too much. In the past, he came to "care about" Xie Nanting when he was free, but now he reads the script and finds a director to give a speech when he is free.

Bao Xuetong blamed the transformation on Song Zhaoshui's broken heart, so he simply pursued his career.

Xie Nanting flipped through the chat records. He thought they were having a good time with each other, so why did he offend her?

"Keep your distance. What did she say?"

Bao Xuetong called him this blank and innocent expression, and moved a heart of compassion that he had not had for a long time, and decided to help him analyze.

"She said she wouldn't be angry and told me to tell the truth." Xie Nanting looked at him as if looking at his own life-saving straw.

"Do you believe it?" Bao Xuetong wanted to laugh again, "Women say they won't be angry, how many men will believe it?"

Even though he had no experience in dealing with women, Xie Nanting understood from Bao Xuetong's gloating tone. He made a mistake and fell into Song Zhaoshui's trap.

He looked down at the chat log and thought to himself that it was too much to send a cute smile when she lied to him.

"What question did she ask you?" As a gold medal broker, Bao Xuetong can only be counted as a half-hearted emotional consultant.

However, a half-dagger is also stronger than a negative number.

Xie Nanting told the truth, and regretfully thought that he was also worried that the honest answer would hurt others, but Song Zhaoshui lied to him to tell the truth. He didn't mean to be angry with her, he was just... deceived.

Bao Xuetong stood up and seriously taught Xie Nanting an important lesson: "A woman asks you a difficult question to answer. If you are afraid that you will be dishonest, she will say that she is not angry. But once you answer honestly..."

"Wait, how did you answer it?" Bao Xuetong suddenly realized that something was wrong. This was obviously a good question to answer. He looked at Xie Nanting with suspicion, "Don't tell me what you said. no……"

Xie Nanting nodded slowly: "But I said I want to be friends with her."

Bao Xuetong looked at him speechlessly: "Do you really think you are not chasing her?"

Xie Nanting continued to nod.

"Then you invite people to dinner, buy flowers for them, and chat on Weibo and WeChat every day, what are you doing?" Bao Xuetong's eyes became more and more strange, "or are you just flirting?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Xie Nanting didn't like these two words.

Bao Xuetong shut up for a minute, and couldn't help: "It's good that she didn't delete your friends like this."

Xie Nanting heard the words and quickly picked up the phone and looked at it. He was relieved to see that the familiar head portrait was still there.

Bao Xuetong stretched his neck and glanced at it, and said coolly: "She deleted you, there will be no display here, you will find that you can't send it when you send a message."

Xie Nanting is young, but he has an old-fashioned heart and knows little about new trends. Bao Xuetong felt that his father knew WeChat better than Xie Nanting.

Xie Nanting poked the blue cat's head, and wanted to send Song Zhaoshui the same cute smile.

He searched for a long time in a bunch of expressions, found a similar smile, and clicked send.

It was still her cute smile, but he couldn't find it.

If Song Zhaoshui didn't know Xie Nanting's character, when she received this expression, she would have thought that the other party was laughing at her. She was silent for a while, and then received another message: "Don't delete me."

Song Zhaoshui: "No."

Xie Nanting relaxed and said to Bao Xuetong, "She didn't delete me."

Bao Xuetong once felt that his heart was stagnant, no matter what Xie Nanting did, he would not be surprised. Now he feels that he was too young at that time, and he had never seen Xie Nanting chasing a woman, so he would have such a ridiculous idea.

He sighed and said weakly, "Just be happy."

"Then what should I do?" Xie Nanting didn't notice that his agent was dying, and he was still asking, "She doesn't go out to dinner with me anymore."

"A word for you," Bao Xuetong's cell phone rang, he said perfunctorily as he walked out: "The strong girl is afraid of entanglement."

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Xie Nanting didn't send any more news, Song Zhaoshui thought he understood, so he didn't take it to heart.

She has already communicated with Liu Jie, so she doesn't have to order a salad every time.

She originally thought that today's scene was over, and she could go back to the hotel to enjoy the food quietly. As a result, halfway through the filming, the lower abdomen suddenly suffered a pain, and then it was so painful that it made people think.

In the eyes of outsiders, Song Zhaoshui's face suddenly turned white, and cold sweat began to appear on his forehead.

Li Shu hurriedly stopped, he pursued perfection, but he would not disregard the actor's physical condition.

The original body did not know whether it was born with cold or acquired, Song Zhaoshui realized for the first time how much pain a aunt can be. So much of her body later hung on Liu Jie's body, relying on her for support.

I went back to my room and lay down for a while, wrapped in a quilt and pressing a warm water bag on my stomach.

The phone beside the pillow kept vibrating, Song Zhaoshui opened it and saw that Ji Yue and Xie Nanting were sending a message.

To be precise, it was Xie Nanting who was swiping the screen.

Ji Yue only sent a message: "Remember to drink more hot water."

Song Zhaoshui was too lazy to deal with it, clicked on Xie Nanting's avatar, and dozens of messages popped up: "Are you sick?"

"What's wrong? What did the doctor say?"

"Remember to reply to me when you see it."

"..."

The last sentence is still the ultimate point: "What do you have for dinner? I'll bring it back for you."

Maybe it was because she didn't reply for too long, Xie Nanting said on his own: "I asked them what is suitable for the patient to eat, and I will bring it back to you at night."

Song Zhaoshui was probably a little confused by the pain in his head, and he got the point wrong, and thought in a daze: Who are "they"?