Lu Wanwan hung up the phone after agreeing. As a temporary assistant about to start work, she suddenly felt a little nervous.

After looking at Han Jingmo's address, Lu Wanwan estimated that it was not far from her home and would take about 30 minutes to get there.

After making sufficient preparations, Lu Wanwan set out early the next morning with the specially bought spicy lobster pan-fried dumplings.

Because of Lin Wei's instructions, Lu Wanwan easily entered the community and arrived at the door of Han Jingmo's house. Lu Wanwan took a deep breath, a smile brighter than a sunflower bloomed on her face, and she raised her hand to press the doorbell.

After a while, the door opened from the inside, and Han Jingmo, wearing pajamas, poked his head out with sleepy eyes.

Lu Wanwan immediately waved and said hello: "Good morning!" Her smile was kind and warm.

Han Jingmo's sleepiness was awakened immediately, and his eyes widened slightly, slightly surprised. After coming to his senses, he slammed the door reflexively.

Lu Wanwan's smile froze immediately. What did this mean?

Assistants can't even enter the artist's home?

Although she didn't really want to enter Han Jingmo's home, being rejected and actively not wanting to go are two different things.

Inside the house, Han Jingmo thought about it for a moment and realized that this was Lin Wei's masterpiece. He immediately took out his mobile phone and called her, asking directly: "What's going on?"

Lin Wei said slowly: "Are you surprised?"

"...You can remove the last word." After the surprise just now, Han Jingmo's mood has calmed down: "Why is she outside my house?"

"If, by she you mean Lu Wanwan, I can give you an explanation."

"I don't know her name."

Lin Wei smiled helplessly: "Is she the girl who gave you breakfast that day?"

Han Jingmo glanced in the direction of the door again: "Yes."

"She is now your temporary assistant for two months." Lin Wei said this very leisurely.

Han Jingmo frowned: "Why didn't you tell me in advance?" When he opened the door, he thought it was a sasaeng fan or a reporter.

But Lin Wei said: "I've been too busy recently and forgot for a moment."

Han Jingmo frowned again. What do you mean by forgot? Lin Wei couldn't make such a low-level mistake.

Hearing that he didn't say anything, Lin Wei continued, "I know my limits in this matter, and it's for your own good. Besides, it's only been two months, if you're dissatisfied, you can change."

Han Jingmo was silent for

a moment, and said, "Last time at the audition for Wei Qiuyang's MV, it was her who threw cold water on me." There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and just when Han Jingmo thought the phone was hung up, Lin Wei sighed and said, "So it was her. You're not hidden now, you really should thank her."

Han Jingmo frowned, "What do you mean?"

Lin Wei said, "Nothing, today's reshoots are not heavy, your hand is almost healed."

"Yeah."

After chatting for a few more words and hanging up the phone, Han Jingmo looked in the mirror, grabbed his hair twice, and then went to open the door. Seeing the person standing outside the door, he said, "Sorry, please come in."

Lu Wanwan was a little surprised. He seemed a little different from the arrogant Han Jingmo she had imagined.

Han Jingmo asked her to sit anywhere, and then he went to wash up.

Lu Wanwan took a quick look. The decoration in the living room was very simple, but it could be seen that the taste was very high, but the color tone was a little cold.

After washing up, Han Jingmo changed into clothes for going out.

Although she stopped being a fan of him, Lu Wanwan had to admit that he had a good figure and was a natural clothes hanger. He looked very decent even with simple clothes on.

Of course, she only dared to think so in her heart.

Lu Wanwan put the specially prepared breakfast on the table in the restaurant and said attentively: "Have breakfast first."

"Okay." Han Jingmo sat down and picked up a pan-fried dumpling with chopsticks, but the person opposite him was staring at him.

Han Jingmo couldn't help asking: "Have you had breakfast?"

"I have."

Han Jingmo nodded and didn't say anything else. He continued to prepare for breakfast, but her gaze seemed to be even more intense than before, burning on him, making him, who was used to living under the camera, a little difficult to resist. He

couldn't help asking again: "Have you really eaten?" Why did it feel like someone who had been hungry for three days was staring at the food in front of him.

Lu Wanwan affirmed: "I really have eaten it, you should eat it quickly."

Han Jingmo glanced at the shengjian in front of him, then glanced at Lu Wanwan, and took a bite under her passionate gaze.

Lu Wanwan couldn't help but cheer in her heart.

But Han Jingmo felt something was wrong as soon as he took the first bite. His movements paused, his brows slightly frowned, and he resisted the urge to spit it out. He ate the whole shengjian without changing his expression.

Looking up, the person opposite him had an even more passionate gaze, as if there were two small flames burning in his eyes.

Han Jingmo's mind raced, and he instantly understood what was going on.

He put down his chopsticks, leaned back in his chair, squinted at her and said, "It's delicious, thank you."

Lu Wanwan was confused. Why was it different from what she expected?

Didn't she say she couldn't eat spicy food? Why did she look so enjoyable?

It seems that the fans' intelligence is inaccurate.

Lu Wanwan looked at him inquiringly and said, "You're welcome. It's my duty."

Han Jingmo said nothing more, stood up and left the table.

Lu Wanwan hurriedly said, "Eat some more." There will be something spicier later.

Han Jingmo shook his head, "No, there's not enough time." Then he walked quickly to the kitchen and drank three glasses of water before he came to his senses.

He turned his head and glanced in the direction of the restaurant. This assistant is pretty good.

The two came to the underground garage. Han Jingmo handed the key to Lu Wanwan and pointed to the very cool car in front with his chin raised.

Lu Wanwan lied without changing his expression, "I can't drive."

...

Han Jingmo frowned slightly. Is she really here to take care of herself, not to let herself take care of her?

He glanced at her coldly, and seeing the shengjian in her hand, he seemed to have thought of something and said, "Get in the car, I'll drive."

Lu Wanwan hesitated for a moment when she was choosing between sitting in the front passenger seat or in the back.

Han Jingmo asked directly, "Where do you want to sit?"

Lu Wanwan pointed to the back.

Han Jingmo chuckled, "In the front." His tone left no room for doubt.

...

Deliberate!

Lu Wanwan was stunned for a while before she reacted. She said "oh" and sat in the front passenger seat with gritted teeth.

Driving out of the garage, Han Jingmo glanced at the pan-fried dumplings in her hand as if inadvertently, and asked for the third time today, "Have you had breakfast?"

"I have." At this time, you have to say you have eaten even if you haven't.

Han Jingmo was silent for a while, and then asked, "Are you full?"

"I am full, and I bought all of these for you." So, you must eat them.

...

Han Jingmo decided to keep silent.

Lu Wanwan didn't feel embarrassed. Anyway, she didn't have any hope for Han Jingmo, so she wouldn't be as excited as other fans when they saw him.