The way Ji Yue looked at her became more and more wrong. Song Zhao accidentally glanced at him before, and was frightened by his look.

Song Zhaoshui suspected that she was wrong, because Ji Yue quickly gave her a familiar smile and waved at her.

She nodded and smiled, and after getting into the car, the smile on her face disappeared.

Or be careful, how can a person show that look for no reason?

The male protagonist in the original book became popular without any setbacks. Now that Jack Su's halo suddenly disappeared, wonder if this person will embark on some strange path.

Since she rejected Yang Lin's request to help her with the newcomer last time, Yang Lin has never called her again. It's really worry-free for this dumping agent.

Thick lines like Liu Jie also sensed something was wrong.

Yang Lin has always been indifferent to Song Zhaoshui. She knew it well, and thought that not coming to the studio often was the limit. Unexpectedly, don't even make many phone calls now. It's fine if don't make calls normally. After Xie Nanting's hand-slip incident, she didn't even ask. Obviously they don't even have the most basic concern. Which broker dares to do this?

"How many years have you signed a contract with the company?" Song Zhaoshui suddenly asked.

When Liu Jie heard this, she was shocked, she quickly raised a finger and said loudly, "Just one year!"

She rolled her eyes and added, "My liquidated damages aren't too high!"

As soon as he said this, Song Zhaoshui laughed and didn't say anything else, he put on his blindfold: "I'll sleep for a while, call me when I get there."

"Okay, okay." Liu Jie clutched the phone nervously, annoyed that she couldn't speak her mind. Obviously, she just asked about the contract for several years, and she didn't say that she was going to leave, so she talked about the liquidated damages impatiently.

I am not irreplaceable, although the liquidated damages are not high, why should others pay for me?

Liu Jie was thinking wildly here, but she didn't have the slightest idea to tell Yang Lin the news. Although Yang Lin was the one who recruited her at the beginning, her salary was paid by Song Zhaoshui, and after getting along for so many days, Liu Jie felt that she was actually quite happy working under Song Zhaoshui.

"Don't think about it, do things well." Song Zhaoshui in the back seat suddenly said something softly.

Liu Jie's uneasy heart suddenly settled down: "Well, Sister Zhaoshui, have a good rest, I won't disturb you anymore."

After she said this, a faint smile came from the back seat, so light that she suspected that she had heard it wrong.

The summer days are long, and it's not too early to finish filming. By the time we got back to the hotel, it was past eight o'clock.

At seven o'clock, the sky gradually darkened. The red glow of the sunset hung on the horizon, attracting passers-by to stop and watch.

When Song Zhaoshui woke up, he had not yet arrived at the hotel. Liu Jie was playing with her mobile phone. Seeing her sitting up, she raised her head and smiled: "Sister Zhaoshui, you are awake."

Song Zhaoshui gathered the broken hair on his forehead, made a sound of "um", and reached out to touch his calf. She had slept for a long time, this position was very awkward, the blood circulation was not smooth, and when the air conditioner in the car was blown, her calf was sore and numb, and it felt like a block of ice.

She rolled down half of the car window, and the warm air outside rushed in at once. The whistle sounded from far to near. The young father on the side of the road was teasing the daughter in his arms, causing the child to burst into laughter. It seems so real.

However, this is obviously just the world in the book.

Song Zhaoshui was in a trance for a moment, and suddenly he couldn't figure out whether this place was real or just a false dream of hers.

"Sister Zhaoshui, here we are."

The car stopped for a long time, and Song Zhaoshui didn't move, so Liu Jie reminded her aloud.

"Oh." Song Zhaoshui regained his senses, glanced over Liu Jie's face, and forced a smile.

Taking the elevator all the way up, he went straight into the room and looked down from the window. Seeing that the night was covering him little by little, Song Zhaoshui only felt exhausted.

The phone rang at this moment, breaking the silence of the room.

She quickly returned to her senses and looked at the phone caller display "Xie Nanting".

Why call now?

"Huh?" She lay lazily on the sofa, "what's the matter?"

Before Xie Nanting could speak, he heard this lazy "Huh?", as if the person who got up in the morning was not yet awake. He seemed to be electrocuted in his head, and the whole person stood at attention outside the door: "I, are you in the room?"

"Yes." Song Zhaoshui lifted his eyelids and looked at the closed door, and said jokingly, "Aren't you outside my door?"

When she said this, her mind was still dizzy, and she casually told a joke, but she didn't take it seriously.

If Xie Nanting was really outside her room, how could she not knock on the door? He is not a fool.

However, the next second someone proved himself a fool, and Xie Nanting's surprised tone contained a hint of surprise: "How do you know?"

How does she know?

She didn't know, Song Zhaoshui stared at the door and said "I'm going" in his heart.

Xie Nanting said, "Open the door."

Then he added, not confidently, and asked, "Is it alright?"

Song Zhaoshui got up and went to open the door. Xie Nanting outside the door changed his clothes again, wearing a loose long shirt and trousers, holding a plate in his hand with a plate cover on it.

"You..." Song Zhaoshui looked at the man from head to toe, embarrassed to ask him how he dressed himself up as a restaurant waiter.

Although the appearance of the waiter in this restaurant is a bit too prominent.

Xie Nanting opened the cover of the dinner plate, revealing the five mellow and lovely Xue Mei Niang inside, and presented it to her like a treasure: "Didn't you say you want to eat it this afternoon?"

"I didn't..." Before Song Zhaoshui was about to deny it, he remembered that he had indeed asked Xie Nanting if he would be Xue Meiniang. She just asked casually, but Xie Nanting obviously took it seriously.

She had the nerve to say the rest of the words, she turned sideways and let people in.

Song Zhaoshui casually said "sit" without saying where Xie Nanting should sit. The man slumped on an armchair, looking very aggrieved. Song Zhaoshui was about to ask him why he didn't sit on the sofa, but when he turned his head, he found a coat of hers on the couch on the left, and her computer and ipad on the sofa on the right.

She picked up her coat and threw it into the dirty clothes basket, and said to Xie Nanting, "Sit on the sofa."

She hasn't finished her meal yet, so she doesn't have much energy. In fact, I can't eat any sweets at the moment, but it's not good to speak bluntly in front of Xie Nanting. He picked up a Xue Meiniang and greeted Xie Nanting: "I can't finish it, four of you and one of me."

This allocation is too unfair. Xie Nanting looked at the few Xue Mei Niangs on the plate: "You only eat one? The fillings are different, you can try it."

Song Zhaoshui burst into a yawn that wanted to yawn, but he couldn't hold it back, he yawned a little, and the corners of his eyes were red.

She took a bite of Xue Meiniang, the snow skin was cool and q, and the sweetness of fresh milk and fruit overflowed in her mouth instantly.

"mango?"

"Yes," Xie Nanting nodded, "your assistant said you like mangoes."

Song Zhaoshui curved her brows and eyes, and she happened to like the fruit that the original body liked.

"Are you tired?" Xie Nanting had never seen Song Zhaoshui's mental state when he was eating, so he quickly said, "Then take a rest, it's fine if you can't finish eating."

Although he picked the fruit himself, although he also spent a long time.

Before Song Zhaoshui could speak, an embarrassing sound suddenly came from his stomach.

The two were silent for a while, and Xie Nanting woke up: "You didn't have dinner?"

"Well." Song Zhaoshui felt a little embarrassed, "Just got back."

Xie Nanting suddenly stood up and wanted to say that she would go out to eat with her. Seeing that she looked sullen and didn't want to move, he said, "What do you want to eat?"

"What?" Song Zhaoshui suspected that he had been hungry for too long, and his mind couldn't keep up with Xie Nanting's rhythm.

"I'll help you," Xie Nanting smiled and asked again, "What do you want to eat?"

"I'll just order takeout," Song Zhaoshui, who dared to trouble him, politely declined, "No trouble."

"No trouble," Xie Nanting looked very happy, "I didn't eat it either, just right."

His posture was to leave, but Song Zhaoshui couldn't stop him, so he had to say, "Are you going to the hotel kitchen? I'll go with you."

What would it look like if she sat in the room and waited for someone to cook and bring it to her? Although Xie Nanting was very likely to be willing to do this, she felt bad about herself, and hurriedly grabbed a disposable mask and prepared to go with him.

Xie Nanting stretched out his hand: "Give me a mask."

He just thought he didn't need to guess back to the kitchen, and threw the mask away with a flick of his hand.

This time, when he went to the kitchen, several chefs in the back kitchen saw him and greeted him with a smile: "I'm back again."

Xie Nanting gave a light "um" and said to Song Zhaoshui, "Why don't you go back to your room and wait for me?"

There is no fun in the kitchen, there are many people and hands, and they will be burned everywhere if they are not good.

The two of them don't live in the same room, they know it well, but others don't. Listening to Xie Nanting's tone, several chefs thought the two were lovers, and someone joked: "Your boyfriend loves you, listen to his words and go back to the room."

The hotel's kitchen is naturally not easy to borrow, and Xie Nanting paid more. At first, several chefs had a feeling that their private territory was being occupied, and they were quite repulsive to him. Later, I found out that people use a stove, concentrate on their own things, do not make noise and do not get in the way, and even accept it.

Song Zhaoshui smiled awkwardly and didn't bother to explain. The content of what they say is indeed misleading, but fortunately they do not know themselves.

Seeing that she didn't leave, Xie Nanting had to say, "then sit there and don't move."

He pointed to a small maza in the corner, a place that would neither get in the way nor get splashed with hot oil.

Song Zhaoshui had already picked up a few tomatoes and threw them into the pool, smiled at Xie Nanting, and began to wash the tomatoes: "Let's make a scrambled egg with tomatoes."

From a certain point of view, she and Xie Nanting are quite similar. They are all stubborn people. Xie Nanting said plainly and clearly that you can't stop what I want to do, while Song Zhaoshui said his next plan with a smile when he was blocked.

Xie Nanting was hit by this soft fist and was about to float up. Whether it was okay or not, he put it all behind him: "I'll beat a few eggs."

The fat chef shook his head secretly and muttered, "It turned out to be a raking ear."

The oil is poured into the hot pot, there is a sting sound, and then the ingredients are poured in, and the aroma floats out.

The aroma of the fireworks of the world blew away the disturbing worries in Song Zhaoshui's mind at once.

Nothing is more real than the smell of fireworks.

This is a real world, and she lives in this world.

Xie Nanting turned his back to her and stir fry skillfully. He beat the eggs and cut the tomatoes.

Originally, Song Zhaoshui had also cut a few pieces, but she thought it was a good cut, but Xie Nanting looked at her several times and hesitated. Finally, she put the knife aside and said lightly, "If you think I can't cut well, just say it."

When Xie Nanting saw her put down the knife, he was about to take it quickly. Hearing the words behind, he stopped his hand in the air and said, "No, it's nothing."

He also felt very strange. When facing someone, with just one look, he can know whether the other person is really angry or fake. But when facing Song Zhaoshui, this function of his seemed to degenerate.

Song Zhaoshui said "um" and washed his hands without looking at Xie Nanting.

Xie Nanting hurriedly said: "I don't think you're not good at cutting, I, I'm just afraid that you will cut your own hand."

The fat chef muttered "raking ears" again.

As if to please, Xie Nanting stuffed the bitter gourd for the next dish into Song Zhaoshui's hand: "You can wash this for me."

This is to treat her as a child who is making trouble in the kitchen and wants to help. Song Zhaoshui is about to laugh out loud: "Okay."

In the middle of cooking, Song Zhaoshui went out to answer a phone call.

As soon as the fat chef saw her leave, he said to Xie Nanting, "The young man is very fond of his daughter-in-law."

Xie Nanting shook his head: "she is not my daughter-in-law."

When these two words were spit out of his mouth, Xie Nanting felt a strange feeling in his heart.

"That's the girlfriend," the fat chef said cheerfully, "that's not too bad, isn't it just the wives and husbands calling you around when you young people fall in love? Why are you still struggling with this?"

"It's not..." Song Zhaoshui came back before his girlfriend could say a few words. Xie Nanting immediately shut up, for fear that she would hear it.

He looked at Song Zhaoshui who was washing vegetables with care, his eyes flashed a few times, he saw Song Zhaoshui blinking a few times, and his curled eyelashes looked so cute that he wanted to reach out and touch them.

"What's wrong?" Song Zhaoshui just raised his head to put the clean dishes in the basket next to him, when he saw Xie Nanting stretch out a hand towards him.

Xie Nanting was stunned for a moment, and the tips of his ears instantly turned red, especially in bright lights. He coughed and said, "There's something in the corner of your eye."

Song Zhaoshui's hands were wet, she raised one arm and rubbed it, and then asked, "Are you alright?"

Xie Nanting quickly stretched out his hand and flicked the corner of her eye, pretending to be calm and saying, "Well, it's alright now."

Before Song Zhaoshui could continue to speak, he turned around and turned his back to Song Zhaoshui. Both ears were so hot that they could drip blood. The lower lip hidden in the mask was bitten tightly, Xie Nanting closed his eyes forcefully, thinking that he was probably crazy.

He always wanted to... touch her, what's wrong with that?

Ding Dai appeared on the set the next day and entered a conference room with the screenwriter and Li Shu.

Looking at the posture, it was really about to revise the script, Song Zhaoshui narrowed his eyes. This drama is about to be filmed, it is not possible to change the male lead, but it is very possible to have two male leads.

Ji Yue should have heard the wind long ago, no wonder the state of the past few days is so strange.

Even if it were changed to two male protagonists, as soon as Xie Nanting appeared, who would recognize Ji Yue as the male protagonist?

Song Zhaoshui didn't care much about this, she watched Ding Dai come out of the conference room and walked towards her. Before he got close, Ji Yue appeared from somewhere He Kong, sat next to him, and said to Song Zhaoshui, "Are you free to have dinner together at night?"

Song Zhaoshui looked at him inexplicably: "Is there something wrong with Mr. Ji?"

At first, I felt that this person was sick, I glanced at the corner of my eyes, only to find that Ding Dai, who had just walked over, turned towards Xie Nanting's lounge.

She smiled softly and shook her head.

"What are you laughing at?" Ji Yue asked.

"Are you using me, Ji Yue?" Song Zhaoshui called him by his name, "but it's useless."

Ding Dai in her impression was a maverick, how could she do jealous things? Ji Yue doing this will only be inferior, and it will make people look down on it even more.

"Why?" Ji Yue's smile deepened, and he put one hand on the back of Song Zhaoshui's chair. From the back, it looked like he was hugging Song Zhaoshui, "I'm really just chasing you, can't you see? come out?"

Song Zhaoshui restrained his smile and looked up at him: "Really? Then I hope you respect my thoughts, I don't like your pursuit."

Ji Yue raised his hand, as if to touch her face.

Song Zhaoshui ducked back and avoided, then stood up: "You are not pursuing, but harassing/harassing."

She just finished speaking, and a stern voice suddenly sounded behind her: "He harassed/harassed you?"

Xie Nanting didn't know when he came, his face was tense, his thin lips were pursed into a straight line, and his eyes were staring at Ji Yue.

Ji Yue still smiled indifferently: "Teacher Xie, don't be nervous, Zhao Shui is joking with me."

His attitude is really strange.

Song Zhaoshui stared at him closely, but Ji Yue turned his head and curled his lips at her, and said, "You don't need to bother Teacher Xie for the fight between young lovers."

Who is the couple with him?

Song Zhaoshui's eyes widened slightly, and before he had time to refute, his wrist was tightly grasped, and Xie Nanting looked at her fixedly: "Really?"

The hand that was holding her seemed to be shaking slightly, and those beautiful phoenix eyes didn't blink, as if she could just nod her head and his eyes would turn red.