Chapter 11 Chapter 11 I didn't know I would marry you

The crew of the short drama was not big, and by the final wrap party, some people who had finished filming early also came back, so we could barely get three tables together.

Jiang Weihe arrived specially.

The seat they reserved for her was to the left of the director, screenwriter, and producer of the show.

There was an empty seat to her right.

I guess no one wants to sit with her.

Jiang Weihe didn't mind and sat down in the seat they reserved.

As soon as he heard the banquet was about to start, Jiang Weihe started eating by himself.

Everyone else was socializing, toasting and joking. As for Jiang Weihe, who was like a "time bomb", everyone chose to stay away.

In this way, Jiang Weihe was very happy eating.

However, extreme joy always leads to sorrow.

Jiang Weihe was enjoying her meal when she felt someone sitting down on her right.

Jiang Weihe looked up casually and saw someone who shouldn't be here.

"Why are you here?" Jiang Weihe looked at Song Muyan in shock as he sat next to her.

Song Muyan accepted the toast from the person who greeted him and replied to Jiang Weihe: "Have you forgotten how you got into the crew?"

[I will never forget that even if I die!]

Jiang Weihe glared at Song Muyan.

With the arrival of Song Muyan, Jiang Weihe's position can no longer be idle.

Instead, everyone started to gather around this position.

There were really many people coming to toast.

Jiang Weihe cheered up and wanted to show off in front of Song Muyan, so she refused all the wine.

In the end, Song Muyan didn't give her a chance at all.

Song Muyan directly bought all of Jiang Weihe's wine, and then when someone toasted him, he handled it with ease. In the end, he basically just took a sip as a token of his respect.

However, there are still too many people.

Everyone took a sip of wine, and Song Muyan also drank quite a bit.

Jiang Weihe just watched Song Muyan drink. Seeing that Song Muyan remained calm, she was still muttering in her heart.

[Is this a good alcohol tolerance? Or is it that he can't look good when drinking? Speaking of which, all the overbearing CEOs in novels have stomach problems. How's Song Muyan's stomach? Will he throw up after drinking? If there's a melodramatic plot, won't he throw up all over me?]

Song Muyan initially found Jiang Weihe's thoughts somewhat interesting, but as he listened, his thoughts became increasingly perverse and distorted, and he was even about to imagine himself vomiting...

He quickly spoke up and interrupted Jiang Weihe's imagination.

"I can drink quite well and my stomach is fine, don't worry."

"I'm not worried." Jiang Weihe was puzzled.

Song Muyan couldn't say that he could hear Jiang Weihe's thoughts, so he casually brought up a topic and asked, "How have you been on the set these days?"

Jiang Weihe glared at Song Muyan again when he heard this: "What do you think? Didn't you ask me to come here just because you didn't want me to have a good life?"

"It's unfair, Lord Jiang!" Song Muyan cried out, "Since you like reading novels, I specially picked out a cool princess script for you, so you can be a princess happily. Isn't it fun?"

[It’s fun, but I won’t tell you.]

Jiang Weihe pretended to be bored: "It's not fun. I'm so tired. How can this be the same as reading a novel at home?"

Song Muyan didn't expose her, but just said, "Why are you tired?"

[Hmm, as expected, telling one lie requires telling thousands of lies. But she's on set filming every day, and her main goal is to immerse herself in reading novels. It's even more enjoyable than just lying at home and reading. I really can't imagine how tiring it is. It's just... ah, I got it.]

"The bed in the hotel is so uncomfortable to sleep on." Jiang Weihe complained honestly.

Hearing this, Song Muyan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "That shouldn't be the case. I paid extra money to change you to the best hotel nearby."

"The hotel is so nice, but the bed is so soft. As soon as I lay down on it, I collapsed completely. It wasn't comfortable at all."

[People say that frugality leads to luxury quickly, but she's used to sleeping on a mattress that cost only a few dozen yuan in her rental apartment, and she just can't get used to sleeping on a high bed with a soft pillow. Speaking of which...]

"The bed at home is quite hard. Can a grown man like you sleep on it?"

Song Muyan said, "The bed at home was custom-made."

"Ah? Custom-made? Very expensive?" This was Jiang Weihe's first reaction to this matter?

Song Muyan thought for a moment and said, "It's okay, a few million?"

"Millions?!" Jiang Weihe exclaimed.

Originally everyone's attention was on them, but now Jiang Weihe suddenly spoke so loudly that no one could peek secretly, and all eyes were focused on them.

Although Jiang Weihe was a little slow to respond to outsiders' gazes, everything suddenly became quiet, and the gazes of so many people were like searchlights, so even the most sensitive person in her heart would react.

Jiang Weihe turned her head and looked at everyone, her eyes dull, as if she didn't understand why everyone was looking at her.

Everyone felt a little embarrassed by Jiang Weihe's look, and they all turned back, randomly pulled the people next to them to find a topic to talk about, trying to liven up the atmosphere again, but their ears and peripheral vision were still always paying attention to Jiang Weihe and the others.

Jiang Weihe saw that everyone had turned back, then turned around to look at Song Muyan.

Unexpectedly, she met Song Muyan's gaze.

Song Muyan has beautiful eyes.

Peach blossom eyes, when staring at someone, seem to be full of affection.

But he always wears glasses, so you can only see his eyes clearly when you get close.

At this time, Jiang Weihe and Song Muyan were very close.

Jiang Weihe was stunned when she suddenly looked into such a pair of eyes.

The next moment, the eyes bent.

Jiang Weihe subconsciously lowered his eyes and avoided the sight.

But then Song Muyan's laughing voice was heard.

"Yeah, a few million, customized to my taste."

[Wow, so this is what a rich person's mattress looks like?] Suddenly, I felt like the mattresses in luxury hotels weren't luxury at all. It wasn't that she couldn't make the transition from frugality to luxury, but that she suddenly experienced something even more luxurious, and couldn't make the transition from luxury to frugality.

Oh, that's not right! 】

"Customized to your taste? What about mine?"

"Miss, be reasonable. When I ordered the mattress, I didn't know I would marry you.

How about this, let's go back and customize another one, half according to your preferences and half according to my preferences." Song Muyan discussed with Jiang Weihe.

"How many millions will this cost?" Jiang Weihe's mind was full of "millions".

Song Muyan felt dizzy after seeing this and quickly said, "Don't worry, I can afford it."

[That's true. After all, a man who can give his ex-wife 100 million yuan in divorce shouldn't be short of a few million.]

"Then let's customize one when we get back." Jiang Weihe said after figuring it out, but he was still thinking about other things in his heart.

[However, I quite like the mattress at home. I wonder if the custom-made one ends up with both sides being identical? That would be a waste of money! But then again, does Song Muyan also like sleeping on a hard bed? I thought only people like me who have slept on hard beds since childhood liked to sleep on them.]

Jiang Weihe was thinking in a mess, and when she looked up, she saw Song Muyan drinking with a strange expression on his face.

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