Chapter 542 Secret Love Chapter 82
Until this time.
Although she accidentally sent the wrong message, Shen Jingmo left his work and ran back with great difficulty just to buy medicine for her and take care of her.
Especially when she saw the look in Shen Jingmo's eyes when he was worried about her.
She was absolutely certain that Shen Jingmo had the same idea as her.
Song Zhiyuan's initiative was like turning on a switch in him.
Ever since the moment he met Song Zhiyuan, he had been yearning for this sister who was a few years older than him. When his life was in danger, he thought about confessing his love to her, but was afraid of being rejected by Song Zhiyuan.
He took a timid step back and dared not move forward.
Until this moment, Song Zhiyuan took the initiative to take a step forward.
The emotions that he suppressed in his heart and could not express were like a flood, surging and passionate.
Just as Song Zhiyuan slowly left the corner of his lips, he quickly put his arm around her slender waist, pressed his other hand against the back of her neck, and moved forward to kiss her scarlet lips.
His kiss had no skill, only the frenzy of having his suppressed emotions exposed. He even wanted to dismantle the girl in front of him and swallow her into his stomach.
It was not until Song Zhiyuan was breathless from his kiss that he reluctantly let go of the person in his arms and remembered that she was still seriously ill.
But he still couldn't bear to let go of Song Zhiyuan's waist, and with their foreheads pressed together, he was really afraid that if he let go, everything before him would be nothing but a bubble.
"Yuanyuan, are these all true?" Shen Jingmo's voice was tentative and cautious.
Song Zhiyuan tentatively wrapped her arms around the man's lean waist and pinched the flesh on his lower back with her fingers. "Does it hurt?"
"pain."
"The pain means I'm not dreaming." Song Zhiyuan pressed her head against his broad chest and could clearly hear his strong heartbeat. "Jing Mo, we have a long way to go."
"Okay, Yuanyuan, let's eat first." Chen Jingmo just remembered that the unfinished soup on the stove was almost cold.
Song Zhiyuan wanted to help, but was pushed out of the kitchen by Shen Jingmo and asked to sit at the dining table.
He went into the kitchen to reheat the soup, brought three refreshing vegetables to the table, and cooked Song Zhiyuan's favorite red bean porridge.
"Yuanyuan, you have just recovered from your illness. I am afraid that you are too weak to be nourished. I only made a few vegetables for you. I will make you crispy duck and grilled pork chops another day." Chen Jingmo said as he picked up some stir-fried lettuce and put it in the bowl in front of her.
"good."
Song Zhiyuan then asked, "Are you going back to the crew tonight?"
"There are no night scenes tonight. All the scenes are scheduled for tomorrow morning. I'm worried because you're not ready yet. Just rush over early tomorrow morning." There were originally night scenes, but he had to run away at the last minute today. The director was angry and canceled all the scenes for the day.
I have to rush over tomorrow morning to apologize to the director.
Song Zhiwei had rested in the guest room for a few nights before, and the room was cleaned up in advance. After dinner, Song Zhiyuan accompanied Chen Jingmo to replace all the sheets and bedding in the room with new ones.
Even though he had slept for a whole day, Song Zhiyuan felt sleepy instantly after taking the medicine, and was sent back to the room by Chen Jingmo yawning.
Under the effect of the drug, Song Zhiyuan fell asleep in a short while.
Shen Jingmo sat by the bed, staring at the person sleeping soundly on the bed. He felt that this day was unreal and like a dream.
When I liked him, I thought about how to confess my feelings to him every day. Not only that, I worried every day that other boys would take advantage of the situation, and I was even afraid of being rejected. But when I really got him, it felt so unreal.
Especially after he calmed down, he felt all the time that this was a dream he had imagined.
Shen Jingmo pinched his thigh hard, and the pain came instantly, making him sober up a little.
He fished out his phone from his pocket, opened Weibo, typed a message and sent it out: 'Today is the luckiest day of my life.'
After finishing, Shen Jingmo put the phone back into his pocket and tucked the corner of the quilt for her. Before his hand could move, the phone in his pocket rang without warning. Afraid of waking up Song Zhiyuan, he quickly pressed the mute button and quickly walked out of the bedroom with the phone.
I turned off the bedroom light, leaving only a dim bedside lamp on.
After the call was automatically hung up, it called again as if demanding my life.
Shen Jingmo walked to the kitchen and answered the phone, "Little ancestor, what are you doing in the middle of the night? What kind of Weibo post is this?"
It shouldn't be.
He set it to be visible only to himself.
Before Shen Jingmo could reply to his agent, he opened Weibo in a panic and found that he had not clicked on the option that only he could see the message. Not only that, it also became a hot topic.
#Chen Jingmo's luckiest day#
Shen Jingmo casually scrolled down to the comment section, fortunately nothing unpleasant happened.
What lucky thing happened on your happiest day? Could you share it with me?
[Today is not only a lucky day for my brother, but also my luckiest day. I received the admission letter I had always wanted.]
I feel lucky. My instructor was sick today, so I got two more days to do my shoddy homework.
Without waiting for Shen Jingmo to explain, the agent went berserk, "I finally apologized to the director today, saying that you were sick and unwell, so I left the crew early and delayed filming, and now you post something like this on Weibo.
You are deliberately putting eye drops in me.
Do you know what kind of status the director of this drama has in the circle? Almost all the movies he has made have won awards. I put in a lot of effort to help you get this movie.
Even if you don't consider me, can you please consider yourself and your own future and development?
You are just a quasi-top star now, not a top star. Who will let you act like a big shot as you want?
If the director finds out and posts on Weibo to imply you, I don't think any important director in the circle would dare to use you. You'd better think about it yourself.
Aren't you usually very dedicated to your work? What's wrong with you now? "
The agent said so many words in one breath that his throat suddenly felt dry.
Shen Jingmo didn't explain too much and apologized proactively, "Brother, I'm sorry, I really have something important to do today and I have to leave. When I go to the crew tomorrow, I will take the initiative to apologize to the director and will definitely not embarrass you."
"So what's going on with your Weibo?"
"It's nothing serious. Please contact the company's public relations department and suppress the trending search."
"Okay, I'll contact you now, but you are not allowed to make any more moves." The agent still warned him out of concern.
I used to think that Chen Jingmo was steady and had his own opinions, so the agent did not confiscate Chen Jingmo's personal account and put it under the company's management. Who would have thought that such a steady person would get involved in so many things one after another.
He also kept applying eye drops to him.
However, this is an unusual situation and there must be something wrong.
Before the agent could ask, the call was hung up.
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