Chapter 40 Half-ripe mulberry lover whispers
Mix the steamed vegetables and cooked meat evenly and you can eat it on the first day of the new year.
Chuyi still gave Sangfu face and concentrated on eating with relish.
The first time is new, the second time is familiar. This time she prepared the exact amount, which was just the amount for a meal on the first day of the new year. Seeing that it enjoyed the meal, Sang Fu returned to the kitchen in a good mood and washed the kitchen utensils with Zhuang Mowen.
Just as he was about to grab the chopping board and knife, Zhuang Mowen blocked them with his hand.
"Let me do it." He rinsed it with great skill, glancing at her as he spoke. "Don't get your hands wet after you've just dried them."
As if afraid she wouldn't listen, he added, "That's all I have left. I can do it faster on my own."
When he came in, Zhuang Mowen had already taken off his coat. For convenience, he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing his sturdy and powerful forearms with light blue veins running through them.
It was also the first time that Sangfu noticed that his wrists were particularly beautiful.
His skin was cool white, with just the right amount of bone structure, a prominent ulnar styloid process, and about one centimeter above it, he wore a dark blue watch.
Sang Fu had done some research on watches when she was choosing a gift for Sang Cheng. She recognized that it was a classic Breguet model, simple but very attractive. She was not sure what the specific model was, but she thought it was probably priced in the upper five-digit to low-six-digit range, not too expensive.
Zhuang Mowen has a very high prestige in the scientific research and academic circles. He is an existence that his peers and even many older researchers can only dream of. Even if he did not rely on his family, he would have achieved financial freedom long ago.
At the age of 28, he could own his own detached villa in the city center.
But he is not extravagant in his lifestyle. His clothes are basically of very low-key brands and styles. He pursues texture rather than just expensiveness.
There weren't many plates to begin with, and Sangfu really couldn't get involved at the moment, so she didn't force it: "Okay."
There was a vibration in her pocket, and Sanfu pulled it out. When her eyes fell on the screen, her brows furrowed slightly.
She stared at the phone for a long time without saying a word. Zhuang Mowen turned his head and took in her expression.
"What's wrong?"
Sang Fu turned off her phone and said truthfully, "The crew has given us a new notice. We're going to Hengdian to shoot in a week."
Zhuang Mowen turned sideways to her, paused slightly, and put the items in his hand back to their original places as if nothing had happened. "How long will it take?"
"About half a month," Sang Fu estimated. "The filming at the Lincheng location is almost finished. We might be able to wrap up there."
This kind of thing was not arranged by her. All Sangfu could do was to follow and obey the arrangements.
One month.
It's been too long.
Zhuang Mowen thought casually, took out two pieces of kitchen paper and wiped the water stains on his hands.
Seeing that the kitchen had been cleaned up, Sang Fu was about to step out. The next second, Zhuang Mowen's voice sounded lightly, calling her name.
Sanfu turned around.
"Help me untie it."
He turned his back, and the apron strings at his back were tied into a knot.
"Okay." Sanfu walked towards him.
It was probably difficult for him to tie the knot with his hands behind his back, so the knot was not perfect and was very tight, and it took some time to untie it.
He was tall and unlike Sangfu, he could just crawl out even if he couldn't untie the knot.
Feeling a touch on her waist, Zhuang Mowen didn't urge her. He just said for no reason, "I'll be very busy during the winter vacation."
Sanfu was staring at the knot in her hand intently, and was distracted when she heard his words, feeling a little confused.
Although she didn't know what he was talking about, Sanfu replied politely, "Okay."
It's polite, but it doesn't sound like you care much.
Zhuang Mowen added, "Maybe I won't have time to take photos of you on the first day of the new year."
Perhaps it started during the first snowfall. Since Sang Fu was not living in Jinyuan, she would receive photos of the first day of the new year taken by Zhuang Mowen from time to time.
She's kind of used to it.
She was still a little disappointed by this news.
"All right."
"..." Zhuang Mowen wanted to say something, but his waist suddenly loosened and Sang Fu's voice came out in a brisk voice: "Okay."
Her voice grew distant: "I'm going to see if Chuyi has finished eating."
When Zhuang Mowen turned around, Sang Fu had already left the kitchen and went straight to Chuyi.
I could still faintly hear her say, "Chuyi, have you finished eating?"
“…”
Zhuang Mowen, who was ignored by everyone, sighed silently, lowered his head to tidy up his apron and hung it aside.
…
A week later, it was already the end of January and most of the filming was already completed.
The crew prepared to take a break and immediately rushed to Hengdian to continue the remaining month of filming.
The weather was cold, and people's laziness was getting stronger. The director encouraged morale: "Everyone work harder and try your best to finish filming before the New Year so that everyone can go home and spend the New Year with their families."
A night scene was filmed the night before departure. Sang Fu did not sleep all night. She took a two-hour nap on the high-speed train, got off the train, and started filming again.
This went on for several days, and Sangfu was so busy that she was dizzy and had only time to catch up on sleep and eat.
When she woke up from her nap that day, she found several missed calls on her phone.
In order to ensure smooth communication, Sang Fu has never turned on the silent mode of her mobile phone since joining the team. However, she was so tired from the reversal of day and night during this period that she slept very deeply and missed several calls.
At first glance, it was Sang Cheng.
She didn't receive the message, but then she got a message from Jin Qiong on WeChat: [Spring Festival is coming soon, what gift do you want?]
Although Jin Qiong and Sang Cheng were on business trips all year round, they had always given Sang Fu a share of holiday gifts, big or small, during every festival since she could remember.
This has not changed even after marriage. For example, she also received gifts on New Year's Day.
Sangfu replied: [Mom, you can choose.]
When she was young, she would be happy to receive too many gifts, but as she grew up, the gifts gradually became less important in her heart.
Compared to these, what she wants has never changed.
After hesitating for a moment, he asked again: [Are you and your father going back to Lincheng for the Spring Festival?]
The conversations between her and Jin Qiong were often interrupted, with the interval between each sentence being as short as ten minutes and as long as half a day.
It was the same this time. Sangfu waited for two minutes, and when the crew started working, she put away her phone.
When night fell, Jin Qiong replied: [Yes.]
It was followed by a sentence: [Have you discussed this with Mo Wen? Whose house are you going to have New Year's Eve dinner this year?]
We really haven't discussed it.
If Jin Qiong hadn't asked, Sang Fu would never have thought about the New Year's Eve dinner.
She has been too busy lately and has no time to think about anything else. She didn't even notice that the Spring Festival is approaching.
After thinking for a moment, she did not reply to Jin Qiong for the time being, but went to Zhuang Mowen's chat box first.
As soon as she clicked on it, the eye-catching photo in the middle caught her attention.
I clearly remember him saying he was busy during the winter vacation before he left, but Sangfu has been in Hengdian for a few days and he has been taking photos of the first day of the new year, and they are different every day.
She clicked on the photo of Chuyi's face and looked at it, then suddenly remembered her purpose.
…
study.
The voice giving the report on the computer was interrupted by a sudden phone ring.
The more Zhuang Mowen listened, the deeper his frown deepened until the vibrating ringtone sounded.
He raised his hand and opened his phone, glancing at the caller. Zhuang Mowen looked at the computer and then said calmly, "Xiao Yu."
"Hey, teacher." Yu Tong responded positively.
Zhuang Mowen stood up and said, "I'll give you five minutes to reorganize your words."
"ah???"
After saying this, Zhuang Mowen ignored the sighs from the other side, operated the mouse to click the mute button neatly, and went to the balcony with the phone in hand.
Closing the balcony door, he answered the call.
After a "beep", her voice rang out.
"Professor Zhuang."
Sangfu's voice was naturally soft and thin, and as the phone came over, it was like tickling her heart, "Are you busy?"
Of course, being able to answer the phone doesn’t count.
"No," Zhuang Mowen said softly, standing still and looking at the distant sky and tall buildings. "What's the matter with calling me?"
"It's nothing serious, I just want to ask you, where are we going to eat during the Spring Festival?" Sang Fu asked, "Your home or mine?"
The lights were on in sight, and Sangfu was sitting in the car, which had not yet started.
If she wasn't in a hurry to reply to Jin Qiong, she wouldn't have chosen to call Zhuang Mowen.
When she dialed the phone, she looked at the time. Usually at this time, he had just finished dinner and was free, so it shouldn't disturb him.
Zhuang Mowen seemed to know what she was thinking. He didn't answer her question directly, but asked, "Do you want to go to your house?"
"Yeah." Sang Fu responded softly without hiding anything. She thought for a moment and said, "Professor Zhuang, does your family mind if we spend the Spring Festival separately? If not, we can go back to our respective homes."
This is the best way, you don’t have to make a choice.
Zhuang Mowen's fingertips moved slightly, tapping the surface of the fence irregularly. He listened to her words in silence with his eyelashes half-closed. He asked indifferently, "Why do you ask if my family minds?"
Sanfu paused, "Because..."
Zhuang Mowen turned around, leaned his back against the fence, and lazily raised his hand to put it on.
"Shouldn't you ask me?"
Sangfu stopped talking, wondering if she was stunned again.
When Zhuang Mowen thought of her dazed expression, his eyes unconsciously opened a little wider than usual, his pupils were round and he looked dull.
He raised his lips but said nothing, waiting patiently for her to speak.
The lights on the balcony were not on, and the wind blew gently, causing Zhuang Mowen's hair and clothes to flutter in the wind. He lowered his head, his expression hidden in the shadows, and his smile was unclear.
After a moment, her voice came again: "...Okay, then...do you mind?"
"mind."
He answered her without hesitation and in a clear voice.
"..." Sanfu sat in the car, her fingers unconsciously pinching the fabric of her pants, "But I want to go back to my own home."
I haven't been home for a long time.
Hengdian is also very lively at night. Twenty-four hours a day, there are always crews filming at any time. The sounds of other crews can be heard from afar, such as actors rehearsing and directors cursing, one after another.
Amidst the chaotic voices that were indistinguishable from each other, Zhuang Mowen's voice rang out. His voice was extremely charming, as gentle as jade, and possessed the magnetism of an adult male.
The voice cut through all the noise and fell straight into Sangfu's ears.
"Okay." Zhuang Mowen said slowly. Because he kept the volume down, the end of his voice was a little weak, which felt very strange.
It was like the whispers between lovers whispering in her ears.
"Let's go back together."
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Author's words: Zhuang (full of scheming points) (secretly tied the knot very tightly) Mo Wen: Help [poor]
Chunchun relies on Xiaofu's kindness
Xiao Fu: He just wants me to help him. How could a man who can't even untie a knot have any bad intentions? [Pathetic]
The shortest long distance relationship, we are expected to meet in the next chapter [Let me know]
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