Chapter 541 Secret Love Chapter 81
After leaving behind a few words, Shen Jingmo disappeared from the crew.
The assistant was left alone there with a helpless look on his face, and finally called his agent cautiously.
The agent already knows the ins and outs of the previous advertising rejection.
The only person who could make Shen Jingmo leave the crew so rashly was Song Zhiyuan.
Chen Jingmo is good in every way, the only bad thing is that he is a love-sick person.
Song Zhiyuan was sleeping in a daze, and when she woke up again, she was awakened by the continuous knocking on the door.
The knocking on the door was regular at first, but gradually became anxious. One could hear the anxiety of the person knocking on the door. Song Zhiyuan wrapped herself in a blanket and went to open the door despite a splitting headache.
When he reached the door, Song Zhiyuan felt like he had used up all his strength and exhausted himself as he opened the locked door.
The person outside seemed to have a telepathic connection and pushed the door open lightly. She slowly raised her head and stared at Shen Jingmo with a blank look, "I sent a message to Xiao Wei, why are you here?"
"That must have been sent by Yuanyuan to my address by mistake. I happened to be nearby, so I bought some medicine and brought it to you."
Song Zhiyuan sat on a low stool at the entrance, staring at Shen Jingmo with a sharp gaze before he could take off his ancient costume.
He was so anxious when he saw the news that he didn't have time to find a makeup artist to remove his makeup and just wore the look he was going to wear for the shoot.
He explained dryly, "I happened to be filming nearby and didn't have time to take my makeup off."
"Will it be ugly?" Shen Jingmo felt guilty when the girl stared at him.
Song Zhiyuan shook his head. "No, he's quite handsome. He has the demeanor of an ancient prince."
"Then when the movie is released, I'll invite Yuanyuan to watch it." Chen Jingmo walked forward to help Song Zhiyuan up, then walked to the sofa and sat down.
Shen Jingmo raised his hand to test the temperature on her forehead.
His cool fingers touched her forehead, and the sudden touch of skin made Song Zhiyuan unconsciously dodge back.
He was only concerned about Song Zhiyuan's physical condition and didn't notice that he had crossed the line. After Song Zhiyuan dodged backwards, he realized that something was wrong and quickly withdrew his hand that was shrunken in mid-air.
There was an awkward atmosphere in the air.
He took the initiative to speak to break the awkwardness, "Why are you so hot? Yuanyuan, do you want me to take you to the hospital?"
Although it was just a light touch, he still felt that Song Zhiyuan's forehead was very hot.
"Your hands are too cold, so they feel too hot. It's no big deal. I'll just take some medicine and rest for a while." Song Zhiyuan spoke with a nasal tone.
Shen Jingmo did not insist, went to the kitchen to pour a cup of hot water, took out the pills and handed them to her.
She swallowed the medicine with water.
Chen Jingmo sent Song Zhiyuan back to the bedroom, went to the kitchen to get a cup of hot water and placed it on her bedside table.
Song Zhiyuan's slightly pale face was buried in the quilt. "Jing Mo, if you have something to do, just go and do it. Don't worry about me."
"I'm fine."
"I'm just outside. Yuanyuan, just call me if you have any problems." After saying that, Shen Jingmo tiptoed out of the room.
It was really inconvenient to wear this complicated ancient costume. His agent sent a message saying that he had asked for leave from the director of the crew and he didn't have to go back today. Shen Jingmo simply went to the bathroom to remove his makeup and the heavy ancient costume, wearing only a thin casual outfit and a down jacket to keep warm.
After he packed up his costumes, he went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, only to find that there was no food in the refrigerator except yogurt and mineral water.
The freezer drawer only contained a few boxes of frozen dumplings and wontons.
Yuanyuan lives a very frugal life.
Song Zhiyuan usually eats in the school cafeteria and rarely cooks at home. She occasionally makes do with two packs of frozen dumplings.
Shen Jingmo had no choice but to send a message to his assistant, asking him to go to the supermarket to buy some vegetables and bring him a set of clothes.
Shen Jingmo sent the menu that needed to be purchased to his assistant.
Song Zhiyuan slept for a very long time. At first, he felt like he was in a furnace, burning uncomfortably. Then, he felt like he had fallen into a cold pond, his whole body was cold, and the coldness seemed to penetrate his bones.
Finally, she was awakened by the bone-chilling cold. She sat up wrapped in the quilt and found that she was so cold because she had sweated all over and her clothes were soaked. However, her limbs were no longer as weak as before, and her mind was a little clearer.
The rich aroma of corn drifted in through the crack in the door.
Could it be that the cold was gone, but something was wrong with my nose, and I could actually smell the fragrance of corn?
Or maybe she had been hungry all day and was too weak, so she only smelled the fragrance when she wanted to eat.
Now that the fever has subsided, I feel a little stronger.
She got out of bed wrapped in a blanket, and the moment she opened the bedroom door, the aroma became stronger, and a slight gurgling sound came from the kitchen.
She followed the scent to the kitchen door and saw Shen Jingmo, wearing a pink apron, busy at the stove.
She didn't move, just stood quietly at the door, watching the scene.
When Chen Jingmo turned around, he saw Song Zhiyuan standing outside the door.
He put down the rag in his hand and strode forward.
Perhaps out of concern, he naturally raised his hand to touch Song Zhiyuan's forehead, which was not as hot as before.
This time, Song Zhiyuan did not hide behind him, but stood in front of him cooperatively, and the little deer in her arms was jumping violently as if frightened.
The earlobe was stained with a barely noticeable pink.
Shen Jingmo's heart was also beating faster. He slowly moved his fingers down, moved behind Song Zhiyuan, and slowly moved his body forward, getting closer and closer to Song Zhiyuan. Just as he was about to bend down, a buzzing sound suddenly came from the kettle behind him.
He quickly ran to the gas stove and turned off the fire, looking annoyed, not daring to look at Song Zhiyuan.
What is he doing?
"Fortunately, the fever has gone away. Yuanyuan, you must be hungry. I made corn and pork ribs soup, as well as a few light dishes. Go wash your hands first, and the food will be on the table soon." Chen Jingmo lowered his head to serve the soup, not daring to look at Song Zhiyuan.
Little did he know that Song Zhiyuan had already walked up to him.
Song Zhiyuan's slender fingers rested on Shen Jingmo's big palm. Shen Jingmo paused with his hand that was holding the soup, and the spoon fell into the casserole.
His body was tensed into a straight line, his heartbeat was accelerating, and his earlobes instantly turned red.
While Shen Jingmo was not reacting in time, Song Zhiyuan suddenly raised her foot and kissed the corner of his lips.
Song Zhiyuan usually doesn't express it out loud, but she is not dull when it comes to feelings. They are no longer just kids in junior high or high school. Ever since the time when Shen Jingmo protected her at the trade show, Song Zhiyuan has been aware of her feelings.
It's just that she never brought it up on her own initiative. She was waiting. She was waiting to see if Shen Jingmo had the same idea as her. Otherwise, her initiative might be a huge pressure on him, or maybe he already had someone he liked.
Such initiative would only put them both in a dilemma.
Even pushing people further away.
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