Chapter 150 Neighbors Not Met
Shen Pianpian got up to the sound of the piano and stumbled towards the French window.
The wide terrace in the dim morning light is paved with round pebbles, which are very comfortable to walk on barefoot.
Next to the terrace is a square artistic flowerpot with unknown light red flowers blooming on the branches, faintly blocking the terrace next door.
Shen Pianpian leaned out slightly following the sound of the piano, and only saw a half-open floor-to-ceiling window through the gaps between the branches. The gauze curtain was occasionally blown up by the wind, reflecting a vague silhouette, but it was still unclear.
Shen Pianpian finally gave up.
She sat down on the exquisite rattan chair and slowly leaned over the round table.
The morning wind was very cool. She was dazed for a while, listening to the long-lost melody, and then fell asleep in a daze.
When I woke up again, my neck was so sore that it felt like it was breaking.
Miss Shen pinched the back of her neck and cried out, turning it up and down and left and right many times before she felt better.
However, the next moment she had no time to care whether her neck was broken or not.
The phone showed that it was already past the punch-in time stipulated by the crew, and there were already six missed calls from the agent.
She jumped up as if her butt was on fire and rushed into the bathroom to wash up.
While brushing his teeth, he looked around the house, and from time to time, his foamy mouth let out gurgling exclamations.
Afterwards, she called her agent to report the situation and couldn't help but ask,
"Uncle Mao, are you sure this is an artist's apartment?"
"I asked you and you didn't say yes, right?"
The question from the other side left her speechless.
Shen Pianpian quickly hung up the phone and walked out. She looked towards her neighbor's door while hooking her shoes.
The piano music in the morning seemed like a dream, but she knew it was real, and the vague silhouette reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window was also real.
Miss Shen tutted her words and suddenly wanted to know what kind of person lived next door.
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During the rest of the time on the set, Shen Pianpian was always on guard against any action of Ning Qianqian, but strangely, she didn't cause any more trouble.
Come and go quietly every day.
He was so focused on filming that he rarely even talked to others.
But this performance did not make Shen Pianpian feel relieved. Instead, a string in her mind became even tighter.
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When she returned home early that day, Shen Pianxian unexpectedly saw someone at the next door.
A middle-aged woman.
She was carrying an exquisite food box and was reaching out to press the password.
Miss Chen, who had been waking up to the sound of piano every now and then recently but had never seen her neighbor in person, finally couldn't contain her curiosity and went up to chat with her.
"Hello," she offered a tentative smile.
Facts have proven that appearance is something that can attract people of all ages and genders.
The aunt's originally cold expression immediately became gentle and friendly.
"Hello, Miss," she looked at Shen Pianpian and said, "What are you doing?"
"I live next door, No. 1," she pointed to her door, and then asked curiously, "Auntie, do you live next door?"
"I'm the nanny," the aunt raised the lunch box in her hand, "my young master never cooks for himself, so I bring food to him every day before I leave."
After a pause, Auntie continued,
"Miss, you said you live in room one?"
Seeing Shen Pianpian nod without hesitation, she slowly frowned.
"But I remember that the entire top floor was never for sale. How did you manage to buy it?"
Shen Pianxian was also confused.
"I didn't buy it. Isn't this the company's apartment? I thought your young master was also a company artist?"
"company?"
“I’m an artist from Shengshi,” Shen Pianpian replied with a smile.
The aunt was stunned for a moment, then her expression changed invisibly, and then her smile became even brighter.
"Yes, yes, I almost forgot. Our young master is also from Shengshi. It's true. I didn't react."
Finally, the aunt kept watching her enter the house with mysterious enthusiasm.
Shen Pianpian was puzzled as she put on her shoes and silently imagined what delicious food was in that beautiful box.
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Not long after Shen Pianxian entered the house and closed the door, the aunt next door put her things away and left quickly.
As time went on and night fell, the elevator rose to the top floor and slowly opened.
Cheng Zhiyuan walked towards Room 2 while unbuttoning his suit.
The door opened with a beep, and the man walked in and closed the door behind him.
Miss Shen, who was browsing Weibo next door, raised her head when she heard the noise, then lay back down again, sighing silently.
Being an actor means going out early and coming back late, which is really not easy.
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