Since Lin Que had already said that, Xing Fei was too embarrassed to ask Madam Lin to change rooms. She silently took the change of clothes that Madam Lin had prepared for her and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Lin Que only went after she finished showering.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, drying her hair, Xing Fei heard the "ding-dong" sound of WeChat notifications. She held the hairdryer in one hand and fumbled for her phone on the bed with the other.
Upon receiving the phone, the camera automatically recognized her face. Xing Fei opened the new WeChat message and only then did she belatedly realize that this wasn't her phone; it belonged to Lin Que.
She and Lin Que had the exact same phone model and color, and they both had the habit of not using phone cases. In addition, since they got together, they changed their phone lock screens, wallpapers, and desktop wallpapers to photos of the two of them, and even recognized their faces on each other's phones.
Therefore, Xing Fei and Lin Que's phones were almost identical, which led Xing Fei to not suspect at all when she picked up the phone that it was hers.
Just then, Lin Que came out of the bathroom. Xing Fei immediately threw her phone on the bed and explained, "Your phone just got a WeChat message. I thought it was mine, so I opened it."
Lin Que glanced at his phone casually, then said, "Oh."
Then I took the hairdryer from her and dried my hair.
Xing Fei's hair was almost done blow-drying. She sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, looking at him expectantly: "Aren't you going to yell at me?"
Lin Que stared at her with a look of disbelief: "Little girl, you don't have masochistic tendencies, do you?"
"Otherwise, why would you ask me to yell at you?"
When did this little girl pick up this habit?
It needs to be changed.
Xing Fei pursed her lips silently: "I've seen many couples argue before because the guys don't allow the girls to look at their phones, but the girls insist on looking, and then they argue fiercely."
She had seen plenty of such things before, which is why Xing Fei had no expectations for relationships whatsoever.
"That's because those men have something to hide, of course they won't let you see," Lin Que scoffed. "I have nothing to hide, you can look however you want, you'd better post a selfie on my Weibo right now!"
Hurry up and expose their relationship.
Upon hearing Lin Que's answer, Xing Fei called him arrogant, but the smile on her lips betrayed her true thoughts.
Then she pressed on, asking, "Are you and Ding Ying very close?"
Xing Fei knew Ding Ying; she was an actress, or more accurately, a top-tier actress.
She is very beautiful and charming. Although she is only in her early thirties, she is a talented actress. Unlike those popular young actors and actresses who only have a fleeting moment of fame, Ding Ying is the first actress that comes to mind when you think of actresses born in the 1980s.
"So-so." Lin Que dried his hair and tossed the hairdryer aside.
“We worked together on a show before. At the time, Sister Qian and Xiao Wen weren’t there. She walked me home for a while, and then we added each other on WeChat. We had never chatted before.”
After answering, he asked, "Why bring up that old woman all of a sudden?"
"..."
Ahem, that's right. Compared to Lin Que, who is in his early twenties, Ding Ying, who is in her thirties, is still an old woman.
Xing Fei silently pointed to her phone and replied, "She sent you a message inviting you to dinner at a grand hotel tomorrow night at seven o'clock."
"Yeah?"
Lin Que glanced at her, then picked up his phone and looked at it.
Indeed, Ding Ying invited him to dinner at a grand hotel at seven o'clock tomorrow, or more accurately, a get-together. In addition to the two of them, there would also be the director and producer they had worked with.
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