The richest man in Nancheng, Gu Sihan, married a troublesome little wife. While everyone was busy feeling sorry for Gu Sihan, he was busy spoiling his wife without limits.
One day, his assist...
Maybe because she had just witnessed the difficulties her uncle faced while filming, Song Shuran couldn't help but feel distressed and even subconsciously ignored the slight awkwardness between them.
Song Shuran and Lu Jinghuai were happily chatting here, talking about the interesting things that happened in the crew, and slowly walked towards the lounge.
Meanwhile, Fu Jiu, who was in the lounge, was getting so anxious that she almost lost her temper!
He kept spinning in circles, muttering to himself, "Why haven't these two come back yet? It's almost one in the afternoon, and everyone else is about to start filming. It's impossible for them not to come back, right?"
"That shouldn't be the case. The director can't possibly let Lu Jinghuai keep filming there non-stop, right? Logically, he should be able to rest and not go without food, right? What about Song Shuran?"
After saying so much, Lu Jinghuai was just a passing mention, mainly because he felt sorry for Song Shuran and was worried about her.
Fortunately, the three of them returned within two minutes.
Zhang Yang knew that he might seem a bit redundant and awkward here, so he found an excuse and left.
After all, the gentleman doesn't need to film all afternoon, so he should spend the whole afternoon with the lady.
"Mr. Lu, would you like to eat something first?"
Fu Jiu noticed the distance between the two people with her sharp eyes, and silently stood between them with the thermal box in hand.
Inadvertently widen the distance between two people, without anyone noticing!
Of course, that idiot Song Shuran would definitely not be able to find out, but Lu Jinghuai is different!
"Okay, would you two like to eat something together?"