Chapter 32: There are also obvious muscle lines behind the half-ripe mulberries

The crew had almost no days off because they had to meet deadlines, and the high venue fees consumed most of the crew's funds.

Although Sangfu has a certain degree of fame, suspense dramas are not mainstream in the film and television market, so investors will be cautious. It is already very good to have the current funding.

So even though she was sick, Sang Fu went to work as usual, not being late, leaving early, or asking for leave. Two days had passed since she had a fever. Zhuang Mowen had told her to call him if she had any problems, but she endured the two days, kept a hot pack with her, and took medicine regularly, and she felt much better.

Today, however, happened to be all daytime scenes. Everyone was in high spirits, and the actors were in excellent form, so they basically passed the scene in one take. In the afternoon, the director sat in front of the monitor, smiling, "Okay, this take passed. Back to work, it's time to call it a day."

"Tomorrow is New Year's Day. I wish you all a happy new year in advance."

Everyone responded with support and it was very lively.

The leading actress came up to Sang Fu and said, "Teacher Sang, it's time to get off work. You are still reading the script."

I don’t know why people in the entertainment industry always call everyone “teacher”. Sang Fu was not used to it at first, and she still isn’t very used to it now, but she just lets them do what they want.

"I'm leaving too," Sang Fu smiled, closed the script, and asked her, "Qianqian, do you have a scene to shoot today?"

The leading actress sat next to her, waiting for her assistant to pack up and return to the car. She thought for a moment, "Are you talking about the scene where I saved someone? The director told me last night that we didn't have enough time to shoot today, so that scene was deleted. Didn't he tell you?"

The leading female role is an excellent people's policeman who runs through the entire story and is the protagonist among the protagonists. Her role was carefully polished word by word by Sang Fu.

She is here every day and often discusses the script with the actors. Sanfu has her own insistence, but as long as it is a reasonable adaptation, Sanfu will fully agree.

She said, “No.”

Besides, we clearly finished work early today.

The leading actress didn't seem to care. She casually handed her bag to her assistant and said, "Maybe he was too busy and forgot. That scene isn't very important. Someone else can just dictate it later... My car is here. I'm leaving now."

Sanfu nodded: "Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

She only looked away after the leading actress got into the car. While they were chatting, the director and his group had disappeared.

"Aren't you leaving yet?" Siming appeared out of nowhere and followed her gaze. "What are you looking at?"

Siming has more than one drama in his hands, and he is not on the set every day. He only visits the set from time to time to check on the progress.

He is a rising star in the production industry. It is said that his family has some capital and he has strong personal abilities, so he was able to have smooth sailing soon after entering the industry.

She heard all this from hearsay on the set.

Sangfu had no intention of gossiping, but she couldn't just cover her ears if someone else was talking next to her.

"nothing."

She picked up her things and walked out.

Siming watched her walk past him and asked, "Where are you going later?"

Sang Fu stopped and turned back to ask him, "What's the matter?"

Siming said, "Nothing much. The crew is having a dinner party later. Do you want to go?"

Sang Fu knew about this matter, and the director informed everyone in the crew in the morning. However, she rarely participated in crew dinners. One reason was that she had to write at night, and the other was that she was not good at socializing.

Especially this time the timing is special, it is New Year's Eve, and when the director notified me, I said I could join at my own convenience.

The production team is basically responsible for the crew dinners. Siming is the boss of the team, so he shouldn't have been unable to get the crew list.

Sang Fu shook her head and declined, "I'm busy."

Siming was not interested: "Okay."

Sang Fu found her car, put her things away, and returned to Jinyuan.

While waiting for the green light, my phone received many new messages.

Sang Fu picked it up and took a look. It was from the crew group chat. The director asked the people who were going to the dinner to arrive quickly.

Suddenly thinking of what the leading actress had said, Sang Fu clicked on the director's profile picture, thought for a few seconds, and then exited.

The deal is done, once it’s deleted, it’s deleted.

Today's scene is over, and a new venue will be set up tomorrow. Going back and spending a large sum of money for a scene of just a few minutes is obviously a fantasy, and no matter how much she argues, it will be fruitless.

She could only promise that such a situation would not happen again.

…

Sang Fu and Zhuang Mowen walked in side by side. Lin Ling came over from the living room and greeted them: "Here you are, Xiao Fu. Are you hungry?"

Sangfu changed her shoes and smiled: "No."

Her parents are both out of town, and she happens to be free today. Tomorrow is a meaningful holiday, so she and Zhuang Mowen go to his parents' house to visit.

It rarely rains after winter comes, and the possibility of roads being blocked by rain is lower than the possibility of the temperature being 30 degrees during the day.

Several people walked in chatting and laughing. Zhuang Kang called Zhuang Mowen into the kitchen. Lin Ling took Sang Fu to chat about family matters. While sitting on the sofa, Sang Fu suddenly felt something rub against the back of her shoe.

She lowered her head, a look of surprise crossing her face.

"Why is there a puppy?"

It's a real puppy, a West Highland Terrier that looks only three or four months old. Just like Chuyi, it can wag its tail very well.

"Isn't it cute?" Lin Ling also stared at the puppy and asked with a smile.

"Cute," Sanfu said truthfully. This small dog wasn't as intimidating as the Samoyed, and like a kitten, she wasn't afraid.

"When you come back on the first day of the new year, you'll have company."

"Come back?" Lin Ling held the puppy in his arms, looking as if he couldn't let it go. Hearing this, she looked up at Sang Fu, quite surprised. "Didn't I leave Chuyi for you two?"

Sang Fu was even more surprised: "We... two?"

"Yeah, you didn't know?" Lin Ling said, "Come to think of it, I was quite unhappy about this at first. I sent him to lose weight, but he actually became attached to it. I asked him to find time to send Chuyi back to me, but he ended up sending this little guy to me."

"But it's just too cute. Oh, it immediately captured my and Lao Zhuang's hearts. Let's just forget about it. After all, walking Chuyi is tiring." Lin Ling added with a smile: "And I heard that Chuyi likes you too."

"I like it too," said Sanfu.

Then, she lowered her eyes and looked at the little guy, a little absent-minded.

A feeling quietly emerged in my chest, slowly transforming from vague to clear and difficult to ignore.

She really didn't know when Zhuang Mowen secretly kept Chuyi.

But one thing she was very clear about was that when she learned all this... she was very happy.

"Just a while ago."

On the way back, Zhuang Mowen explained slowly, "I didn't tell you because you were busy."

Sang Fu nodded. The silly look of Chuyi appeared in her mind, and she just found it very funny.

"So does Chuyi not need to lose weight now?"

Zhuang Mowen said yes, "But you still need to pay attention to controlling your diet, otherwise it's easy to gain weight again."

The city's neon lights flickered, and lights and shadows intertwined inside the cars. It was the tail end of Lincheng's evening rush hour, and there was a long queue on the street, with people stopping and starting, and dawdling.

As he was speaking, the car in front stopped again.

Zhuang Mowen stepped on the brakes and turned his head to look at her. Seeing the corners of her lips slightly raised, he withdrew his gaze and drove forward for a distance following the car in front.

"Are you happy?"

She didn't hear clearly: "What?"

"Are you happy that Chuyi can stay?" he asked again.

Sanfu said, "Happy."

The ending tone rises.

“I used to think about life without the first grade,” she said a little embarrassedly.

After all, Chuyi is not her dog, and it is not good for her to care too much about him. But in front of Zhuang Mowen, she always feels at ease and sometimes does not have to worry so much.

So after a brief pause, Sang Fu continued with the next sentence: "Without Chuyi, I always feel like something is missing at home."

Zhuang Mowen's attention was drawn to one of the words. He spoke slowly, "Home?"

He emphasized that word and singled it out. Sang Fu was stunned for a moment, then came to her senses and looked at him to explain, "That's not what I meant..."

"It could be." Zhuang Mowen was very calm. He turned his head to look at her, his eyes gentle, with a warmth and tolerance that did not belong to this winter. "It could be that."

Sang Fu looked at him, and it felt like there were many ants crawling and biting in her heart. She couldn't describe the feeling.

After a while, she lowered her eyelashes and said "hmm" softly.

I don’t know how long it took, but the vehicle that had been stuck for a long time started moving forward again.

Sangfu looked forward, her pupils reflecting the traces of neon lights.

The streets, which were originally so tightly packed that there was no gap at all, began to loosen up noticeably.

The traffic volume is less.

The tail end of this evening rush hour has finally come to an end.

Zhuang Mowen restarted the engine: "Home."

She was silent for two seconds.

"good."

…

After New Year's Day, we returned to the intensive filming.

Sang Fu goes out early and comes back late. She would rather spend more time on the road than stay in a hotel.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, there was a knock on the bedroom door. Her eyes flashed, she moved her chair back, took off her glasses and stood up.

The door slowly opened, and Zhuang Mowen appeared outside.

His hair was wet. When he saw her, Zhuang Mowen spoke softly, "The cabinet in my room is broken, and the repair tools are here with you."

"Oh," Sang Fu stepped aside blankly and stuttered as she spoke: "Then you, you come in and look for it."

"Okay." Zhuang Mowen nodded and walked in sideways.

She grabbed the door handle and turned her body to follow him.

Sang Fu watched Zhuang Mowen go looking for repair tools with ease. After much hesitation, she couldn't help but speak: "Professor Zhuang."

"Um?"

"You...seem to be showering pretty early lately."

As Sanfu spoke, she looked down. In fact, when she first saw him coming out of the bathroom, Sanfu could see that his bath towel was tied very tightly.

But that time, he was facing her, so she discovered for the first time that he also had obvious muscle lines on his back, which were very smooth.

"Is there?" he asked.

"I think so..." Sang Fu nodded and whispered, "It came scratching the door on the first day of the lunar year the day before yesterday. When you took it away, it had just finished taking a bath."

"And the day before yesterday, you said your hair dryer was broken and wanted to borrow mine..."

At this point, she raised her head and looked at the repair box in Zhuang Mowen's hand, and concluded in confusion: "It seems that there are always broken things in your room these two days."

Zhuang Mowen: "..."

After a while, he said, "I bit it on the first day of the new year."

Sangfu was shocked: "It was also the one that bit the cabinet?"

Zhuang Mowen walked over and said "hmm" calmly.

Sangfu whispered, "But the cabinet is damaged. Can a screwdriver fix it?"

Zhuang Mowen: "..."

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The author has something to say: Love makes people blind...

Xiaofu can't receive Zhuang Kaiping's signal at all, hahahaha