Chapter Seventy-Three: I Miss You

On Song Nian'an's first night with the crew, Wen Jing had an unusual insomnia.

It's truly rare for someone with a healthy lifestyle.

Wen Jing turned on his phone screen; his sweetheart hadn't replied to his messages for ten hours.

When I was in school, I would send a WeChat message every few minutes, whenever I remembered, and I would send anything.

I would post several pictures of a stray cat that looked a lot like Zhihua on the way to school.

In her heart, she kept thinking, "I miss my husband so much, he's so handsome."

Wen Jing didn't know whether she had given up or had gradually gotten used to this kind of life, but now that she couldn't hear Song Nian'an's voice even a little bit, she felt empty inside.

I lay in bed with my eyes closed, tossing and turning.

I glanced at my phone again; it was eleven o'clock.

Wen Jing opened her phone and scrolled through short videos for a while.

"On nights I miss you... I wish you were here with me..."

Slide down.

Oh no, I haven't chatted with my sweetheart yet!

Baby, what are you doing? Are you there? Are you asleep?

What are you doing, baby? Why aren't you replying?

Baby, what are you doing? Are you there? Are you asleep?

What are you doing, baby? Why aren't you replying?

Wen Jing: ...any song

Can I still watch videos on my phone?

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Unable to sleep, Wen Jing got up and went to the study.

Then Xiaoya's phone received a WeChat message from Wen Jing.

Wen Jing: Please send the group's annual plan, development strategy, and investment plan within half an hour.

Xiaoya: Okay, boss.

Hundreds of employees turned on their bedside lamps at 11:30 p.m. to angrily denounce the unscrupulous CEO.

Song Nian'an stayed in the studio all night. After the script reading in the afternoon, she didn't leave and discussed the script with the director until 10:30.

If his stomach hadn't suddenly started growling loudly, he would have forgotten that he hadn't eaten anything.

Song Nian'an had been running around all day without eating. After filming ended at noon, she was called away and locked in the meeting room. Her agent and assistant didn't want to disturb her.

It would be unreasonable for him not to be starving to the point of fainting.

Song Nian'an pressed a few buttons on her phone, but didn't click anything.

It still had some battery when I took a selfie at noon, but it just shut down automatically.

I wonder if Wen Jing is asleep or not.

"Go back first, Xiao An. Don't be too nervous. I'll teach you slowly during tomorrow's filming."

The director was very patient, explaining his understanding of every line and emotion to the new actors.

Song Nian'an was very grateful to have met such a mentor at an important turning point in her life.

Thinking back, everyone I met after transmigrating into the book was very kind to me.

When Song Nian'an left, Xiao Wu and Liu Xiangwan were coordinating with other staff members about the upcoming schedule, filming time, and scenes.

Wen Jing leaned back on the stool, resting with his head tilted back, when his phone rang.

He took it out and saw that it was Xiao Wu calling. His eyebrows furrowed in surprise, and he quickly answered, asking, "What happened to him?"

He couldn't hear Song Nian'an's thoughts, she didn't reply to his WeChat messages, he couldn't get through to her phone, and even her assistant wasn't answering the phone. He was so worried he was going crazy.

"Aren't you asleep yet?" Song Nian'an asked him on the phone.

"I just...I just finished working. I'm going to sleep in a bit." Wen Jing breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't make the company's employees work overtime, it's so late! But I just finished, my phone was dead, I've been reading the script the whole time. The director taught me a lot, I made some new friends, and I feel that filming is really a very interesting thing," said Song Nian'an.

Wen Jing held the phone closer to her ear; there were many staff members over there, and making too much noise would be too much.

"Are you tired? If you are, go back and rest." Wen Jing said gently.

"You haven't left yet? Want to go grab some late-night snacks together?" A clear voice suddenly interrupted their call.

"Wait for me a moment." Song Nian'an whispered, covering the microphone, then turned around to look behind her.

"Hello, I'm a little tired, I'll go home and rest for today."

The boy said, "Ah, I'd like to get to know you better so that it won't be too awkward when we're filming tomorrow."

“This…” Song Nian’an hesitated.

Wen Jing gripped his phone, gritting his teeth. This little guy was too eye-catching; he'd only been away from him for a day before being targeted.

"Shall we go? I also invited the three of them. Let's go together for barbecue, but no alcohol."

Song Nian'an thought about the person on the other end of the phone, shook her head, and said, "Forget it, it's too late. I got up too early today, so I'm not energetic right now. Besides, I'll get water retention if I eat barbecue tonight, and the director will scold me for being on camera tomorrow. Next time, next time I'll treat you to something delicious!"

"Yes, it will cause swelling. You're so professional! Then we won't go. I'll come and get you to have breakfast at the hotel tomorrow, and then we'll go to the film set."

"Okay..."

After the person walked away, Song Nian'an raised her phone again, "That was... my colleague."

"Um.."

Oh no, is she angry?

"I..."

【I miss you so much. 】

People coming and going chattered away.

Although he couldn't hear clearly over the phone, Wen Jing did.

"Message me when you get back to the hotel safely. Go back soon."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Jing heard the thumping of his chest.

He held his forehead, took a deep breath, and smiled.

That's it, my emotions have been completely controlled by this little kid.