This time, it was after they had a fight that she went on vacation back to her hometown, and he followed her back.

He followed behind, speaking gently, "Jun Jun, don't be angry. Otherwise, I'll stay here with you for another night."

Wu Meijun remembered the important matter tonight, her expression changed, and she quickly refused:

"You can go now. When you get your luggage, please pay for last night's room fee. I'm going to stay with one of my girlfriends tonight and have a chat."

Li Qiang knew that her profession often involved contact with shady characters, and he always felt a little worried. He took her hand and said gently:

"Jun Jun, who is it? Could it be that one who's with that old man again?"

Wu Meijun glared at him, her pretty face turning slightly fierce, and said, "What's it to you? You'd be better off spending this time making more money while you're still young."

Mentioning this gave Li Qiang the idea; he only grew a few acres of watermelons at home, and his annual income was less than Wu Meijun's two months' salary.

As she turned to walk towards the nightclub, he had no choice but to turn back to the hotel in the opposite direction.

Inside the movie theater, the male and female protagonists on the screen are arguing; the woman is playfully punching the man's chest with her small fists.

Finally, the man forcefully pulled her into his arms, and just as they fell onto the bed, the movie changed scenes again.

Wen Jiaojiao's expression stiffened slightly: "I spent two yuan on a movie ticket, didn't remember the plot, and watched this scene transition five times."

Wen Zhaoye thought she wanted to see vulgar content and couldn't help but advise her, "You can't be too arrogant."

Wen Jiaojiao seemed to vaguely sense the meaning behind his words. Her face flushed slightly with embarrassment, and she weakly explained:

"I meant that his filming was bad, nothing more."

Wen Zhaoye's handsome face burned: "..."

How could I not know what you're thinking?

It's just that there's a lot of demand, isn't it?

I'm too embarrassed to say it.

Seeing that he remained silent, Wen Jiaojiao couldn't guess what he was thinking, but seeing his face as red as a monkey's bottom, she knew it wasn't anything good. She lightly bit her back teeth.

I should talk less in the future; it's kind of awkward.