Chapter 40: Hug Him

Lin Nuan was planning to go the black and red route this time, which Jiang Ning saw, so he didn't want to have anything to do with this woman. But after Wen Shuang handed over the shoes, Lin Nuan kicked off and immediately followed behind. Jiang Ning couldn't help but become alert, but after a few minutes he found that Lin Nuan's target was not him.

"Wen Shuang, I can't recognize mushrooms and wild vegetables. Can you teach me?" Lin Nuan asked humbly.

Wen Shuang stared at her for a few seconds, then nodded and said, "Okay."

In just these few seconds, Lin Nuan had the illusion that she was being fully understood.

Those eyes were too clear, very different from before, Lin Nuan thought.

Jiang Ning assisted Wen Shuang and tried his best to avoid Lin Nuan. His avoidance was not so obvious, but the person involved could more or less feel it. There was a mocking smile in Lin Nuan's eyes. She knew what the situation would be like before she came. After that incident, she was ruined and her reputation was ruined. She had to sacrifice half her life to make a comeback, but she was unwilling to accept it.

"Don't touch this." Lin Nuan was startled when someone suddenly grabbed her wrist. She found that she was distracted and almost touched a furry green plant.

"If it bites you, the branches and leaves will secrete toxins, and your body will be swollen when you go back," Wen Shuang reminded.

Lin Nuan quickly withdrew her hand. This little incident had inexplicably opened a crack in her heart, a breeze blowing in and stirring up the long-dormant dust. Lin Nuan was only twenty-five, but she had long ago felt that her life was over. She waited for a while, and while Jiang Ning went to find some water, Lin Nuan suddenly leaned over and whispered, "Did you ever think that staying in this circle would lead to running into Zheng Yuanfei? I heard Lu Li will be back soon."

This was not the first time Lin Nuan and Wen Shuang met. It could be said that they started from the same path, but the original body was aiming for a rich husband and had no impression of Lin Nuan, so Wen Shuang naturally could not receive any information.

After saying this, Lin Nuan waited for Wen Shuang's expression to change, from hypocrisy to hideousness. She might be afraid, but also faintly excited.

But Lin Nuan was disappointed. Wen Shuang's expression remained normal. She blinked and said, "You know..."

"We went to the Lanting Club together a year ago and didn't exchange many words." Lin Nuan explained. At that time, Wen Shuang pretended to be there with a boss, but in fact her target was Zheng Yuanfei. She got drunk and poured the wine on him. Lin Nuan saw it through the crowd, but Zheng Yuanfei was quite unromantic. He pushed Wen Shuang away with disgust as if he was pushing away a piece of trash, and finally walked away with a gloomy face.

Wen Shuang nodded: "That's it."

Lin Nuan refused to give up: "Aren't you afraid that if Lu Li competes with you for resources, Zheng Yuanfei will definitely not let you go." This was mainly because Wen Shuang liked Zheng Yuanfei so much.

"Then I can just give up the resources, right?" Wen Shuang laughed. "I had no intention of entering the entertainment industry. I just needed money to buy a house, and the salary the company offered was too tempting."

Lin Nuan was stunned. These words didn't sound like something Wen Shuang would say.

She still remembered the first time she met this man. They had the same aura, were born in poverty, and had inherent inferiority complex. God had given her a little bit of good looks, but also had a ferocious beast lurking in the dark. It was better that Wen Shuang was a boy, as she couldn't escape at all. At that time, Wen Shuang was obviously not confident and was scared to death. She held her chin high and let the old man beside her touch her waist. However, it was said that she left that night and did not stay to accompany anyone.

Lin Nuan smiled, her emotions were unrecognizable, and her tone was cold, "Why, are you planning to start over?"

"Yeah." Wen Shuang nodded generously.

"Do you think it's okay?"

Wen Shuang looked at Lin Nuan deeply, "Why not? I'm still alive."

As long as you are alive and your heart is not dead, you will have the opportunity to start over, maybe after a long time, maybe in the next second.

Lin Nuan suppressed her smile and stood still. After Jiang Ning came over, she turned and left.

"The talks broke down." Jiang Ning was a little surprised.

"We didn't talk about anything." Wen Shuang chuckled and evaded the question. In such a short time, she collected a bunch of mushrooms and wild vegetables. Wang Yuze next door looked at her curiously, not understanding why Wen Shuang was so lucky.

Wen Shuang had been active all the time and was sweating, but he thought it was just because he was tired and didn't take it seriously. But as soon as he stopped working, he started to feel cold and his throat hurt when he swallowed. Wen Shuang had been in charge of this body for some time and knew that he would most likely catch a cold. He drank his last sip of water and continued to work, worried that he wouldn't be able to get up tomorrow, so he tried to do as much as he could.

The production team also arranged some entertainment activities for the guests, but after the food was exchanged, there was no entertainment at all. A bunch of people crowded in the kitchen to mix the ingredients together. Wen Shuang and Wang Yuze were in charge of the cooking. They tried their best to have a meal, and their eyes were shining. Even Lin Nuan, who liked to be lazy, was helping to pick the vegetables.

Wang Yuze knows how to cook some home-cooked dishes, but he is obviously not as skilled as Wen Shuang in flipping the wok. He originally wanted to show off his skills, but he stopped when he saw Wen Shuang's performance.

Jiang Ning brought over the seasonings. Seeing a layer of sweat on Wen Shuang's forehead, he immediately took out a tissue to wipe it off. The photographer had already honed his sensitivity and was snapping away. They could all imagine the buzz the internet would have if these scenes were broadcast!

There was a mess of food. If there was not enough rice, they would eat noodles. The common cucumbers and tomatoes, which were usually placed on the table without anyone noticing, were eaten up today. Wu Tan took the steamed bun and dipped it in all the soup. This meal had a different meaning. Everyone cooperated wholeheartedly, so the relationship was slightly eased, and Chen Zong could also say a few words to Wu Tan with a smile.

The scene in front of Wen Shuang was a little shaky, and the voices of the people around him were hazy. He forced a smile until Zhu Lian gestured for him to go over.

Avoiding the camera, Zhu Lian touched Wen Shuang's forehead: "Oh, you have a fever."

"Hmm." Wen Shuang guessed, "Sister, do you have any medicine? Give me some instant powder or something."

Zhu Lian carried these things with her, and immediately made some cold medicine and asked Wen Shuang to take it. The director came over and asked, "Are you okay?" In fact, he was thinking that if not, send her back to rest for half a day, otherwise their show would not go too smoothly with this bug.

Wen Shuang naturally didn't give this face, mainly because she didn't want to cause trouble to others, "Okay, it's just one night anyway."

Wen Shuang went back to join the others. They chatted until nine o'clock, and everyone was tired. Jiang Ning said they should go upstairs to rest, and everyone slipped away quickly. Wen Shuang took a shower first, then lay on the bed, feeling drowsy. Jiang Ning came over and seemed to say something, but Wen Shuang didn't hear a word. She felt alternating hot and cold, and slept uncomfortably. When she woke up the next day, it was eleven o'clock in the morning. The medicine she took didn't work. It seemed that her physical condition from her previous life had caught up with her, and she had to have an IV drip. Wen Shuang got up with a dizzy head, still sleepy. After she finished washing up, Jiang Ning just came in with porridge.

Jiang Ning was doing well. He found some precious mushrooms in the morning, exchanged them for rice with a farmer, and then hurriedly cooked some porridge. He was in good spirits and could leave in the afternoon, so it was no problem for him to not eat for the whole morning.

"Come on, come on, give us some food." Jiang Ning called Wen Shuang.

"Have you eaten?" Wen Shuang asked.

Jiang Ning nodded hurriedly: "I ate it, I ate it."

Wen Shuang had no appetite and only ate one-third of the porridge. Food was precious in the villa, and Jiang Ning was reluctant to waste it. He also didn't look down on Wen Shuang. They were both grown men, so he quickly finished the remaining porridge.

The camera was filming quietly, while the planning girls watching on the other side were laughing out loud.

Wen Shuang took out her phone and found Xuanzhe's message, which was sent at 8 o'clock in the morning. [I'm sick]

These were all trivial matters. According to Wen Shuang's temperament, she would definitely say "no problem". However, these three words were stuck on her fingertips. Wen Shuang stroked the screen and typed after a moment: [Yeah, just woke up.]

The reply was quick: [When will the recording be completed?]

Wen Shuang: [Maybe around four or five o'clock.]

Xuanzhe: [Okay.]

Wen Shuang didn't understand what this "good" meant.

"Who is it?" Jiang Ning suddenly rushed over, but Wen Shuang was quick and he didn't see clearly, so he asked: "Girlfriend"

"I don't have a girlfriend." Wen Shuang whispered.

"No way," Jiang Ning said with a teasing look, "Even if she's not your girlfriend, she's someone you like, right? Otherwise, why did you have that expression just now?"

Wen Shuang was stunned: "What expression?"

Jiang Ning's hands were twisted into a knot, and he tried to describe it, "That kind of anticipation! That kind of love that can be seen in the eyes! You know what I mean, right?"

Wen Shuang: “…” I don’t understand.

Then he was disturbed by Jiang Ning's words. Was it anticipation or liking for someone? It seemed like both... Wen Shuang was slow to react emotionally, but was very clear about most of his emotions. When he opened his phone and saw Xuan Zhe's message, he had to admit that his heartbeat first paused, then accelerated rapidly, especially since Xuan Zhe was aware of his current situation. It was like the thought he had sent out without a sound was responded to. He felt a surge of security and joy.

Wen Shuang was still sleepy after dinner. He could not attend the recording outside, so he told Jiang Ning to take care of himself and then curled up in bed to continue sleeping.

This sleep was another hazy one. After an unknown amount of time, Wen Shuang slightly opened his eyes and saw the tattered sunset glow in the sky through the window. He thought it must be past four o'clock. Why didn't anyone call him?

"Kacha~" The door was pushed open. Wen Shuang thought it was Jiang Ning. His throat was smoking and he asked hoarsely, "What time is it?"

"Ten years later." A deep, magnetic voice completely shattered Wen Shuang's rationality. Xuan Zhe seemed to have just driven over. He was dressed in a suit and tie, his shoulders stained with the dust of life. He half-knelt in front of Wen Shuang's bed, raised his hand to touch his forehead, and then frowned: "Why is the fever so severe?"

Xuanzhe wanted to withdraw his hand, but Wenshuang, greedy for the coolness, grabbed it. He boldly covered his face with Xuanzhe's palm and muttered softly, "It's like a dream."

"I told you in advance that I would wait until the artists and the production crew had left before coming here." Xuanzhe let him go and asked, "Can you move?"

Wen Shuang's mind twitched, and she blurted out: "What should I do if I can't move?"

Xuanzhe was about to hug him, and Wen Shuang woke up completely with a start. He got up and started to put on his clothes. He was only wearing a white T-shirt underneath, and his waist looked white and slender when he did this. Xuanzhe took a look and turned his head away impatiently.

Just flirt as much as you want! Xuanzhe thought resentfully.