Following him out of the bedroom, Lu Wanwan thought of something she had been thinking about. She glanced at him with her moist eyes, hesitating whether to ask him.

She stole a few glances at him, but still couldn't make up her mind.

Han Jingmo noticed her gaze and asked directly without stopping: "Anything else?"

"That..." Lu Wanwan shook her head and said in a light tone: "You said yesterday that I splashed you with cold water."

Han Jingmo suddenly stopped, not expecting to talk about this.

Then, he walked to the living room as usual, sat down on the sofa, crossed his long legs, and looked at her lightly: "Yes."

Lu Wanwan looked away with guilt.

But the words had already been spoken, and the next thing was not that difficult to say. She said directly: "You also said that the water on my head was not splashed by you."

"It was the staff in the back."

"But," Lu Wanwan gestured with her hands: "I remember you were holding an empty water cup in your hand."

Han Jingmo raised his eyebrows: "I just happened to finish a glass of water."

...

Damn, this is too much of a coincidence.

Lu Wanwan did not doubt that he would lie about this matter, and then asked: "Then why did you ask me to get out?"

"I thought you were a stalker who was chasing after me." Han Jingmo's tone was flat, but there was clear displeasure between his eyebrows: "It's a bit annoying to be pestered by stalkers."

"So that's how it is." Lu Wanwan felt dizzy. She really didn't expect that what she had always thought was wrong.

Looking back now, everything she did because of this misunderstanding seemed like a joke.

Lu Wanwan covered her face with her hands, feeling ashamed.

Han Jingmo chuckled, stood up and walked over.

The next moment, Lu Wanwan felt a shadow shrouding her, and then a hand grabbed her wrist, and with a little force, it took her hand away from her face. With

her line of sight unobstructed, she could clearly see that the hand holding her had distinct joints and long fingers.

Han Jingmo's eyes were slightly raised, and he was staring at her with his eyes downcast.

Lu Wanwan's eyes were erratic. After a moment of silence, she apologized sincerely: "I seem to be a little impulsive. I'm sorry."

Han Jingmo asked: "Because of this, you don't like me anymore?"

"Yes..."

"What about now?"

"Just..." Lu Wanwan was embarrassed beyond words: "Continue to be your fan."

"Okay." Han Jingmo let go of her, opened his palm, and stretched out his hand in front of her: "Give me your phone."

"What for?"

"Since you are my fan, how can you use other people's photos as wallpaper."

...

Lu Wanwan withdrew her attention from that beautiful hand, raised her eyes and looked at him: "I am also a fan of Xiao Qiao, he has always supported me with his looks."

Han Jingmo narrowed his eyes: "Not loyal."

"This has nothing to do with loyalty."

"Not only is he not loyal, but his attitude is not right."

Lu Wanwan was not convinced: "Isn't this what it means to be a fan? There are three thousand rivers, and I want to drink from tens of thousands of them."

...

Han Jingmo glanced at her with the corner of his eye, his eyes were dim and difficult to discern.

Lu Wanwan was confused. She really didn't expect that he was so strict with his fans, stricter than she imagined.

But she was also very persistent and refused to change.

Han Jingmo seemed to think that she was not qualified to be his fan, so he turned around and walked away.

Lu Wanwan's smart eyes turned around, she chuckled twice, and sighed regretfully: "What happened last night, I should have recorded it with my mobile phone and showed it to you."

Han Jingmo paused for a moment, and then walked forward as if nothing had happened.

Lu Wanwan continued to sigh: "You were too much like a child at that time, and a pitiful little one who had to be kissed, hugged and lifted up high to get better."

"..." Han Jingmo stopped, looked back at her, and curled the corners of his lips: "Then did you kiss me? Did you hug me?" "

Of course not."

"Do you want to try?" Han Jingmo's eyes moved down and stopped on her rosy lips, his eyes darkened a little.

There was a bang in Lu Wanwan's head, as if fireworks exploded, and then he jumped back a big step as if he was pricked by a needle.

Han Jingmo's face suddenly sank, but the smile on his lips did not diminish.

He spoke in a low voice: "Don't follow if you don't want to."

After speaking, he turned around and continued to move forward.

Lu Wanwan bit her lip and stared at him until his figure disappeared in the bathroom. She

stood there for a long time before she was startled back to her senses by the ringing of her cell phone.

It was Han Jingmo's phone.

She took a look and saw that the caller ID showed Li Weiqian.

Lu Wanwan clenched her fingers helplessly. She must have been dazzled.

She must have thought too much.

Han Jingmo...actually wanted to sleep with his fans? !

Is this a distortion of human nature or a moral degradation? !

Lu Wanwan slapped her forehead heavily. She was probably still asleep.

Picking up the phone and walking out of the bathroom, Lu Wanwan said in a calm voice, "It's Li Weiqian's phone number."

Han Jingmo came out from inside. He didn't take off his clothes, but they were all wet, sticking to his skin, outlining his body curves.

The same was true for his hair, with water droplets dripping down the ends of his hair.

The usual coldness was diluted, and there was a bit more abstinence.

Lu Wanwan couldn't help but want to indulge in male beauty.

Han Jingmo said directly: "In the future, if you have her phone number, you don't have to tell me."

"Are you guys breaking up?" Lu Wanwan's tone was full of gossip. "

Breaking up?" Han Jingmo leaned against the door frame, his eyebrows raised slightly: "I have no relationship with her, the scandals are all fake, put away your gossipy eyes."

...

Is it so obvious?

Lu Wanwan covered her lips and coughed lightly: "Why don't you take off your clothes when you take a shower?"

"I'd love to."

...

Lu Wanwan nodded: "Okay, as long as you're happy."

Putting the phone back to its original place, Lu Wanwan washed up and changed back into her own clothes. Thinking of the misunderstanding with Han Jingmo, she sent a message to Lu Guanghan and told him about it.

But she never expected that Lu Guanghan's focus would be: It's only eight o'clock in the morning, and you have contacted him?

Lu Wanwan thought to herself, it's not just eight o'clock in the morning, it's been a close contact all night.

After thinking about it, she still called him and just said that it was this matter that they accidentally talked about after the press conference yesterday, and asked her brother not to dislike Han Jingmo. It was all her fault and she misunderstood others.

Lu Guanghan sneered: "Why are you so anxious? I have never weakened his resources."

"After all, it was my mistake. It also involves his reputation. I must clarify it for you."

"Okay, I got it." Lu Guanghan asked again: "Are you at home now?"

"Yes, I'm at home." Lu Wanwan said calmly.

"'The Slam Dunk' starts filming tomorrow. You don't have to follow Han Jingmo into the crew. I have asked Lin Wei to find a new assistant for him. Starting today, you don't have to follow him."

"Ah?" Lu Wanwan was stunned: "So sudden?"

"Think about yourself, little ancestor."

"No, no, I can't bear it." Lu Wanwan walked to the corner and lowered his voice: "The key is that the contract was signed for two months and it hasn't expired yet." "

So what, just think of it as me giving you a vacation until the contract expires."

"..." Lu Wanwan was really puzzled: "Why did you interrupt so suddenly?"