Chapter 349 It seems I am late

Ji Lan's fingertips lightly hooked across Meng Yushu's palm, like a feather sweeping across.

"Your hands are so cold," she suddenly took a step closer, her breath as fragrant as orchids, "Can I warm them for you?"

Meng Yushu calmly took a half step back and took out a hand warmer from his coat pocket: "Thank you for your concern, I have this."

Ji Lan was always very patient with innocent boys who had no emotional experience. Especially for someone like Meng Yushu, who had a cold personality and had seen many beautiful women, it was normal that ordinary methods didn't work, so she had to find another way.

She pursed her red lips and said, "I heard that Teacher Meng's next film is 'Dawn Breaking'? From the name, it sounds like a realistic film."

Meng Yushu suddenly raised her eyes, the dusk reflected in her pupils like obsidian with a golden sheen. "Miss Ji is really well-informed. Are you interested in a movie about this subject?"

"Well, I prefer movies that focus on social issues or analysis of human nature. They are more profound, and I always have new insights into life after watching them." Ji Lan's smile no longer crossed the line, maintaining a certain sense of distance.

"I see." Meng Yushu seemed to have let down her guard. She lowered her head and flipped through the photo album on her phone, then turned the screen towards her. "The producer just decided on the female lead yesterday. Miss Ji, do you think she meets your expectations?"

On the screen was a selfie of rising star Tang Yihan wearing a diving suit and making a V sign.

Ji Lan's smile froze for a moment. She didn't understand why Meng Yushu suddenly asked her such a question.

Could it be that he likes a pretty girl like Tang Yihan?

Don’t like the queen?

"The producers must have their reasons for choosing the casting. As viewers, we only care about the development of the plot and the actors' acting skills." She forced a smile to cover up the truth.

I didn't notice that the thumbnails in Meng Yushu's mobile phone album were all photos of my sister Meng Anran.

"It's rare to find a fan as objective as Miss Ji." Meng Yushu put away his phone, maintaining a nonchalant demeanor throughout. He deliberately glanced at the time, creating an opportunity to end the conversation: "It's already six o'clock, and I have to have dinner with my family. Let's talk next time."

Ji Lan breathed a sigh of relief. "Teacher Meng, it's been a pleasure chatting with you. Do you mind adding your contact information?"

Meng Yushu's gaze once again swept to her neck, and quickly moved to her face, "It's my pleasure."

Noticing the movement of his eyes, Ji Lan sneered in his heart.

This man pretends to be so noble, could he be thinking about how to sleep with her?

Even though she's a sea queen, she only likes to play around with relationships and has no interest in one-night stands!

She looked at Meng Yushu's face, which looked like a banished immortal, again and thought to herself: If I can date a man of this appearance, even if he is a beast... it is not unacceptable.

Meng Yushu had no idea what Ji Lan was thinking. After adding her on WeChat, he prepared to leave. Finally, he praised her, "Miss Ji, your necklace is beautiful. If it's convenient, could you give me the designer's contact information?"

Ji Lan was stunned and subconsciously touched the diamond necklace on her chest.

So Meng Yushu looked at her for so long just now, not because he was admiring her figure, but simply because he liked the necklace?

Impossible, a women's necklace, what would he do here? It must be just an excuse, deliberately looking for a topic to continue the conversation on WeChat.

"But I don't have the designer's WeChat." She raised her red lips, her eyes becoming meaningful. "But I have her business card, which I left in the room. How about..."

Just as I was about to tell him I'd meet him tomorrow, Meng Yushu spoke first: "Then could you please take a picture for me later? Thank you."

He smiled gently and naturally, and then slowly walked into the wooden corridor.

There was no trace of lingering feelings, as if he was too ignorant to understand the meaning in her eyes.

Ji Lan was almost laughing out of anger. She had never failed in all these years, but this was the first time she met someone so difficult to flirt with.

This man is quite interesting.

…

When Han Yitong came out of Mr. Xu's tea house, it was almost dusk.

The winter twilight penetrates the clouds, casting mottled shadows on the snow.

She pulled her cashmere coat closer, and her high heels made crisp sounds on the wooden floor of the corridor.

As she turned the corner of the main building, a cold wind blew in, blanketing the ground with fine snow. She instinctively raised her hand to block the wind, but through her fingers she caught a glimpse of two people in the snowy backyard, looking like they were filming an idol drama.

Seeing Ji Lan's almost cracked expression clearly, Han Yitong raised a sarcastic arc at the corner of her lips.

What the Ji family raised was not an heir, but a Persian cat in heat - this was Han Yitong's only evaluation of Ji Lan.

She withdrew her gaze and no longer looked at Ji Lan, who was doubting his life in the snow.

But at the corner of the corridor, he unexpectedly bumped into a slender figure.

"Feel sorry."

A clear voice sounded above my head, bringing with it a rare warmth in winter.

Han Yitong looked up and was met with Meng Yushu's face, hailed by the media as the "Goddess of the Century." Up close, his eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, and the curve of his nose was so perfect it was almost razor-sharp.

"Hello." He nodded slightly, with just the right smile on his lips.

Han Yitong lowered her eyes, and her thick eyelashes concealed the fluctuations in her eyes.

"Yeah." She responded softly, and when she passed by him, she brought with her a faint scent of cedar.

Meng Yushu stood there, gazing thoughtfully at the receding figure. The cold wind lifted a corner of her coat, revealing her slender ankles and a pair of priceless Jimmy boots.

What concerned him most was the familiar aroma - cedar mixed with a hint of citrus, clearly the scent of the incense his sister usually used.

"Coincidence?" he whispered to himself, his slender fingers unconsciously stroking the phone in his pocket.

On the screen, there were WeChat messages from Ji Lan constantly, trying to create an opportunity to meet again through casual conversation.

Speaking of both sides.

In Guanxue Pavilion, Wu Chongxi was already clamoring to go home.

"You're busy every day, either having tea with this guy or having dinner with that guy. How can you have time to care about me, an old man?" Wu Chongxi sat in the main seat angrily, his facial wrinkles crumpling up his features. "It's so boring! You might as well go back to sleep!"

"Oh, then you can go." Meng Anran sat calmly aside with a cup of tea, not indulging the old boy's temper at all.

She took a sip of tea and slowly opened her mouth under Wu Chongxi's shocked eyes: "I was planning to let Yitong stay with you for two days. Since you are in a hurry to go back, I will arrange a car to take you back to Beijing tomorrow."

Hearing this, Wu Chongxi's sunken eyes suddenly lit up and he became more energetic. "Yitong is here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a familiar voice came from outside: "It seems that I am late."

A tall, pine-like figure gradually emerged from behind the screen. Seeing that cold and beautiful face, Wu Chongxi almost instantly stood up and went to greet her: "Oh, Tongtong! It really is you!"

"Mr. Wu." Han Yitong supported Wu Chongxi, who was crying and sniffling, and helped him back to the main seat. She then placed the cake box on the table and said, "These are snacks I brought for you."

Wu Chongxi looked at Meng Anran cautiously, and Han Yitong immediately understood and added, "Low-sugar mung bean cakes that I made myself."

Meng Anran curled her lips into a gentle smile: "It goes perfectly with Longjing tea."

After getting permission, Wu Chongxi tasted the pastries happily.

"Brother Mu, long time no see." Han Yitong simply greeted Qin Mu and her eyes fell on Meng Anran again: "Anran, I just met your brother and Ji Lan."