Chapter 51
The person buried in his arms was a soft ball. The man's eyes behind the glasses couldn't help but melt away the tiredness. He slowly closed his arms to hold her tightly, and his voice with a smile fell into her ear: "Come down to eat, I'll hug you when I get home."
Wen Zhenni let go of her hand, got off him as she was told, and sat down at the dining table.
Ciheng filled a bowl of pigeon soup and pushed it toward her. The milky white soup was fragrant and delicious, making Wen Zhenni's appetite whetted. She picked up the bowl and sipped it.
Knowing that she loved to eat the hem of the turtle, Ciheng carefully picked some off and put it in the bowl, then casually asked, "Is this play about to be wrapped?"
"Yeah." Wen Zhenni nodded her chin lightly.
Major TV stations have invited her to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala. In addition to regular business activities, Qin Qing is also involved in other projects.
"Aside from Sister Xue's drama, I probably won't be filming anything else this year. I might do some performances and variety shows in between to help me transition."
Ciheng didn't respond, but just picked up her favorite dishes and put them into her bowl one by one.
After the two finished their dinner and came out of the restaurant, Ciheng went to get the car.
On the way back to the Xiangshan Road apartment, Wen Zhenni's cell phone screen was always on.
Xi Miao announced the birthday party activity plan, tagged everyone, and reminded everyone to prepare their swimsuits.
The chat group was created by Xi Miao, and its members are all the rich girls with the closest friendship in the circle.
As soon as she spoke, all the girls in the group came out and showed off their carefully selected swimsuits.
Sexy and pure style, fairy-like style, exaggerated shape... Wen Zhenni browsed through them and found that every one of them was dazzlingly beautiful, but it was a pity that she couldn't pull them off.
The car parked in the parking space and turned off the engine. The man driving beside him said, "We're here."
Wen Zhenni came back to her senses from the message, her fingertips tapping on the screen, and without looking up, she instructed him: "I put the flowers in the trunk, help me move them down."
Ciheng walked around to the back of the car and opened the trunk. A large bunch of blue roses came into view. Even in the dim light, they were still dazzlingly bright.
He leaned over and picked up the heavy bouquet, not forgetting to remind Wen Zhenni who was leaning forward: "Stand aside, be careful not to bump into you."
Wen Zhenni instinctively took a few steps back while replying to Xi Miao's message.
When I looked up, I saw his back as he came out with flowers in his arms. Such a big and heavy bouquet of flowers, but he held it so easily in his arms, and it looked so beautiful.
She turned on the camera, took a picture secretly like a thief, and then subconsciously pressed the send button.
Xi Miao, who subconsciously clicked on the picture, was inexplicably photographed with a face full of dog food: […Why are you taking pictures of men? You should turn the camera around and let me see what a woman in love looks like.]
Wen Zhenni just realized that she had accidentally sent the wrong message.
But since I've already seen it, there's no point in canceling it, so I'll just go with it: [I'm inevitably excited to receive flowers from my husband, please understand.]
Xi Miao didn't want to be fed up with the show, so she asked her, "Have you found a swimsuit yet? How about I buy it for you?"
Wen Zhenni: [Please buy it for me, just don't make it too revealing.]
Xi Miao gave her a speechless look: [You wear haute couture that's much sexier than this, why don't you say anything?]
Work is work, and dedication is a must. In private, I'm quite reserved.
Wen Zhenni looked down at the screen and kept walking forward.
The man in front seemed to sense something. He turned his head and caught a glimpse of her staring at her phone instead of looking at the road. He put his arm around Hua and held her hand with his free hand.
"Important news? You have to reply now."
He squeezed a little harder, causing Wen Zhenni to finally look up from the screen. "It's Miaomiao. Her birthday is next month. What do you think I should give her?"
"She has no shortage of jewelry, and she's already tired of giving her jewelry."
The gifts they give each other in their circle are either custom-made jewelry or collectible handicrafts, and it is really hard to come up with something original.
Tzu-Heng: "Wouldn't it be better to ask the person directly?"
"Then there won't be any surprise." Wen Zhenni knew that she couldn't get anything out of him.
"Choosing birthday gifts for friends is already a headache for me. If the circle is bigger, I'm afraid my brain will be broken."
She sighed softly, thinking of her mother and mother-in-law, Zhuang Minghua. Though they worked in different industries, they were both incredibly accomplished. "Sometimes I think, 'Moms are truly amazing! They're successful in their careers, and they even manage their personal social circles so well.'"
Tzu Heng recognizes the value of mothers. A family's long-term prosperity depends on the dedication of its family members.
He turned his head to look at her, his eyes gentle: "You are as good as them."
Wen Zhenni smiled, and her fingertips slipped into his fingers silently, interlocking theirs.
After entering the room, the light sensor came on. Ci Heng placed the roses in the middle of the dining table, then turned around and opened his arms towards her: "Come here and hug her."
Wen Zhenni curved her lips into a smile, practically jumping up and throwing herself into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Honey, I'm so happy. This is the first time you've brought flowers to the set."
"You were bribed by a bouquet of flowers. Are you so easy to coax?" Ciheng held her hips and lifted them up.
Wen Zhenni nodded vigorously: "I am easily satisfied. Did you find a treasure?"
Ci Heng freed up one hand and patted her on the back, neither too lightly nor too heavily. "Thankfully, your treasure wasn't swindled away by that yellow-haired brat."
"How is that possible... The satisfaction I'm talking about only works for you." Wen Zhenni held his face and kissed him all over.
The robot, Xingxing, slid over with a gurgling sound, running around the two of them. Ciheng frowned impatiently, stretched out his leg, and swept the tactless little thing aside.
Then he held the person in his arms and strode towards the bedroom. He closed the door with his foot, leaving only the stars wandering around in the living room with the blinking breathing lights.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the city lights were twinkling. I didn't have time to draw the curtains, so I didn't turn on the lights.
A short separation is better than a new marriage. Both of them missed each other's bodies unexpectedly. They threw their clothes and pants from the door all the way to the bed, kissed each other eagerly and hard, wishing they could rub each other into their bones.
A strong aura hung above, like an airtight wall blocking the area. Along with the broad and solid chest, it pressed down, squeezing Wen Zhenni, pushing her forward and backward like paddling.
After the soft lips checked every part of her, the hand with the ring pinched her waist and stroked down through the thin fabric.
The darkness was somewhat depressing. Wen Zhenni felt that the oxygen in her lungs was thinning and she couldn't breathe. She could only pinch his bulging back muscles in vain.
Finally, exhausted, she collapsed on the bed. Ciheng touched her face, which was slippery and sweaty.
"Uncomfortable?" he asked.
"No." Wen Zhenni's fingers on his shoulders slid down his collarbone, came to the front, and rubbed his softened muscles.
Ci Heng stood up and pressed the light button on the bedside, then helped the limp person up. "Do you want me to carry you to take a shower?"
Wen Zhenni really didn't want to move, so she smiled and stretched out her hand, "Yes, I want a hug."
Ciheng raised the corner of his mouth and leaned down: "Come up."
Wen Zhenni put her arms around his neck and kissed him on the side of his face, "Thank you for your hard work, husband."
After her energy was exhausted, she felt sleepy. After taking a shower, Wen Zhenni went to bed, hugged the quilt, and closed her eyes comfortably.
When Ciheng finished cleaning up and returned to the bedroom, she had already occupied the entire bed and was sleeping soundly.
The next morning, Wen Zhenni woke up to the sound of the alarm.
Finding herself in Ciheng's arms, his broad chest pressed against her back, she tried to turn over. The arm around her waist subconsciously tightened, and then a hoarse voice came from above her head: "Starting work so early?"
The curtains were not drawn tightly, and a faint light from outside could be seen through the gap.
Wen Zhenni uttered a vague "hmm", took her hands off her waist, and when she was about to get up by supporting herself on the bed, she suddenly felt a slight pain in her lower abdomen.
The pain was obvious. She frowned, covered her stomach and curled up again.
The man behind her noticed something was wrong with her and groped her hand, "Is it your period?"
Wen Zhenni felt a bit like that. But counting the days, there was still a week left.
She didn't answer, and Ciheng didn't ask any more questions. He just moved down along her hip line and touched the slightly damp fabric.
He understood and whispered, "Your pants are dirty."
It’s over! My period is probably early.
Wen Zhenni lifted a corner of the quilt and found that the bed sheet was stained with blood.
She rubbed her hair and whimpered, then jumped into her slippers and hurried to the cloakroom to find some clean underwear, mumbling to herself, "Where is the sanitary napkin? I remember putting it here..."
When Ciheng came back from running the bath water, she saw Wen Zhenni rummaging through the locker.
"It's too late, too late..."
She was in a hurry, so she took off her dirty panties and threw them directly into the trash can.
Seeing Ciheng, she stood on tiptoe, hugged his neck, and quickly kissed him on the face, "Hubby, please help me find it... There's no time, I need to go take a shower first."
I forgot to bring my change of underwear and rushed into the bathroom in a hurry.
Xiangshan Road didn't have a permanent nanny, and she always left her things lying around. After he returned to Beijing, he lived with her and asked Lin Nuo to arrange for someone to tidy up the house every few days.
Ciheng has a good memory. He can remember the approximate location of something just by taking a look at it.
He found the underwear that Wen Zhenni had forgotten, put on the sanitary napkin, and helped her put it in the changing area. He reminded her in a gentle voice: "Underwear is placed here."
Afraid that she didn't have enough time, I helped her squeeze the toothpaste.
When Wen Zhenni came out to get dressed, she found that the sanitary napkin was already in place and she couldn't help but be surprised at how attentive he was.
She quickly cleaned herself up and went to the cloakroom to change into loose clothes.
Ci Heng had already taken off the soiled sheets and taken them to the laundry room. Turning around, he saw her hurriedly putting on her shoes and rushing out the door. He couldn't help but hold his forehead and said, "Slow down."
The staff picked up Wen Zhenni and took her to the set at six o'clock.
After exercising, Ciheng drove to the company, held a strategic meeting in the morning, attended a local event at noon, and then flew to Beicheng to sign a 10 billion contract.
I only had time to check the news when I returned to the hotel at night.
Wen Zhenni didn't send any WeChat messages, but she did update a post on her Weibo account.
The familiar nine-square grid mostly shows daily scenes from filming, except for the middle one which shows the bouquet of crushed ice blue flowers that I sent yesterday.
He clicked on the spliced photo, scrolled down, and saw a photo of him holding flowers in an inconspicuous corner.
It can be seen that it was a casual shot, and the movements are all blurry.
Ci Heng's lips curled up unconsciously as he read the comments. One of the comments that mentioned him made him pause:
@User 8219359072 Mr. Luanma, you're an insider, right? Just a quick question: are there more third-person perspectives?
It seems that they think he is an employee of the studio.
He was about to ignore it, but after thinking about it, he replied politely:
[@Wen Zhenni's highest-definition direct shot. ]
It was probably the first time he replied to someone, and then it was another bunch of nonsense, and there were question marks in the forum.
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The author has something to say: I'm still quite susceptible to public opinion, especially in today's creative environment. If an author writes something slightly controversial, they'll be criticized. Even if they haven't read the full text, they'll criticize it word for word.
When writing, tell yourself not to read comments, not to be influenced by anything, not to cut the outline, and to stick to finishing it.
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