In an instant, spring returns to the earth.
Ye Wan looked back at He Sichen's calm and handsome face, "You, don't like her?"
He Sichen nodded, "I hate her."
Surprised at his straightforwardness, Ye Wan raised his eyebrows.
Before entering the entertainment industry, Ye Wan had already prepared himself mentally to speak differently to different people in the future.
After all, those female stars might have been fighting backstage the day before, but in front of the camera the next day they could be holding hands affectionately and posing like loving sisters.
Few people would express their likes and dislikes so obviously.
Seeing Ye Wan’s funny face.
He Sichen said in a deep voice: "I can see all her emotions."
When they first met, she tried to please him but rejected Ye Wan.
He disdains Fei Ge's funny act and he dislikes Fu Qingshu.
And the ridicule of the main character Sister Ling for her failure to manage her body.
She clearly didn't want to chat with Sister Ling, but because Sister Ling was the main character, she had to act fake and intimate.
Whenever this happened, He Sichen would look away.
He was afraid that if he stared at her for a few more seconds, someone would notice the disgust on his face.
The elevator door opened, and He Sichen said to himself, "Is this a special ability given to me by ghosts and gods?"
Ye Wan burst out laughing.
Feeling a little embarrassed again, he turned around to look at He Sichen and pointed at his eyes, "Because you have a pair of very clean eyes. There are no distracting thoughts in your eyes, so you can distinguish those distracting thoughts in other people's eyes. So, it can also be regarded as a special ability."
After saying that, Ye Wan trotted back to his room.
Looking at Ye Wan's hurried back, I thought I had talked too much today.
As soon as He Sichen pushed open the door of the room, he heard the sound of footsteps in the corridor.
Ye Wan ran over with a can and put it in his palm, "Drink it before going to bed, and have a good sleep after drinking it. Have a sweet dream! Good night!"
The sound faded away and the corridor returned to silence.
He Sichen looked at the bottle of cocktail in his hand and stood there in a daze for a long time before slowly closing the door.
As the night darkened and a gentle breeze blew the window screens, He Sichen took the can and sat by the balcony door.
Open the can and a light fruity aroma fills your nose.
This is clearly a juice-flavored soda.
There is a crescent moon above my head.
Before my eyes was the sparkling lake and the green trees casting shadows.
Seeing the beautiful scenery, He Sichen drank the bottle of drink in one gulp after another.
He Sichen staggered a bit when he stood up. He held on to the door to steady himself, only to find that he was indeed a little dizzy.
But the dizzy feeling was not uncomfortable.
Not only did he not feel uncomfortable, but he felt as if he was a feather that could be blown up by a gust of wind.
He Sichen smiled and went over to lie on the bed.
I fell asleep without even turning off the lights.
…
Ye Wan was still mumbling.
"Sweet and sour pork tenderloin, braised spareribs, baby cabbage in soup..."
A puff of steam came out of the self-heating hot pot in front of her, and the spicy smell wafting in the air stimulated every cell in her body.
Ye Wan's expression was full of resentment. "Others are eating meat and drinking soup, while I'm hiding in my room eating a self-heating hot pot. Life is so miserable..."
By the end, Ye Wan had already started singing.
Everyone in the director's room burst into laughter.
The editor's fingers were flying as he edited.
The director said with a malicious look: "Director, do you want to send someone to confiscate the hot pot?"
"You're also going to take the pile on the table, right?"
Ning Buchi rolled his eyes at the director, "Then Ye Wan will know that we are watching her. It will be no fun if we find out."
Too.
The director fell silent.
(End of this chapter)