*
Jiang Yihuan, who was being thought of by Ye Qi, sat at her desk. The floor was covered with scraps of paper, enough to cover the entire room floor.
Jiang Yihuan sorted through several scripts, her eyes filled with dark circles, looking extremely haggard. She picked up the coffee cup beside her; this was her twentieth cup of coffee.
She hadn't slept for two days and looked unusually distressed. "What kind of damn constitution does she have?"
"Why does every script have a death scene?"
*
When Ye Qi left the Yin family and returned to the car, Ye Zhixi was already asleep by the car window.
Ye Qi carefully pulled Ye Zhixi over, leaned her against her shoulder, and casually pulled out a blanket from the side to cover Ye Zhixi's legs to prevent her from catching a cold.
He shook Ye Zhixi awake when he got home.
Seeing herself sleeping on top of Ye Qi, Ye Zhixi glanced at Ye Qi shyly, couldn't help but secretly wipe her mouth, and thought to herself:
Did I drool?
ah--
That's so embarrassing.
Hmm.
But my little sister smells so good! Today is another day I love my little sister!
Ye Zhixi got out of the car with Ye Qi.
I had just returned to the living room when I saw my older brother sitting on the sofa, looking like he had lost his soul for the second time.
Ye Jingyan leaned back on the sofa, looking exhausted and completely drained. His soul seemed to be wandering outside, and he was no longer the high-spirited president he had been a few days ago.
Ye Qi tentatively asked Ye Jingyan, "What's wrong?"
Ye Jingyan: "Hehe."
Ye Jingyan looked lifeless, her eyes vacant and dull, like a salted fish that had lost its dreams.
Have you ever seen an employee who was fired because they were unhappy about it, get hit by a car, and then come back the next day asking: "Why were you fired?"
Oh.
He is the one who was wronged.
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