evening.

He left early, but not at the hotel where the crew was staying.

Not sure what she was thinking, Wan Lei tried to stick her head out, wanting to see more clearly inside the door.

No action yet.

Chen Yu took a step forward, blocking all sight lines, and said calmly: "Teacher Sheng Yuan is asleep, it is not convenient for you to go in."

At this time, Director Hu, who was sending a few drunk cameramen back to the room, passed by and saw them standing at the door. Hearing what they said, he stopped and looked at Wan Lei with a serious expression.

"What are you doing here? Don't disturb the little girl's rest. Go back to your room!"

Wan Lei glared angrily. What was she doing? It was just a glance. It wouldn't hurt. Hearing Director Hu's words that were full of intentions to protect Sheng Yuan, Wan Lei became even angrier. She turned around and walked away angrily with a pout.

Director Hu supported the man, his expression relaxed, and looked at Chen Yu: "Go to bed early."

Chen Yu nodded politely, "You too."

Only when the corridor became completely quiet did Chen Yu let go of the hand that had been holding the door. Then he walked into the room and quickly closed the door.

The light turned on with a "click".

The lights were on, the room was empty and quiet.

Chen Yu heaved a sigh of relief, stood at the entrance for a while, then took her pajamas and went into the bathroom to wash up. / The crew was well aware of Shi Yan's quiet temperament, so they arranged a single room for him away from other actors in the crew.

The warm light gently overflows from the floor lampshade.

The girl nestled in the soft pillow, sleeping quietly with her eyes closed. Her long hair covered half of her lively face, and the ends of her hair spread on the bed behind her.

Apart from the faint buzzing sound of the humidifier, the only sound in the room was her shallow breathing, which was even and steady.

Shi Yan sat on one knee on the carpet beside the bed. Even in a sitting position, he could not hide his slender figure. His pair of black eyes quietly stared at the person lying on his bed.

She fell asleep again, and while she was looking at the stars, he didn't wake her up and carried her all the way back.

He gently put her arm that was hanging on the edge of the bed back into the quilt, but she subconsciously gripped her fingers. She didn't have much strength and could break free with a slight movement. Shi Yan paused, didn't move, maintained the movement, and let her hold it.

at the same time.

In front of the lobby on the first floor of the hotel, a pure black business car started and drove away.

"Send the latest data."

On the passenger seat, a man wearing black-rimmed glasses closed the folder, reached back, and handed the thing to the person sitting in the back of the car.

A gentle female voice replied: "Okay."

The dome light was on in the car.

The white folder was taken over, and the first page was opened, revealing the name of the owner of the file record clearly printed on the page, just two words.

——Sheng Yuan.

The densely packed records were followed by the date of recording, which showed today.

“…”

Her fingers tapped on the thin keyboard of the laptop, making a clicking sound. After completing the three steps of recording, uploading and sending, the woman raised her head and revealed her entire face.

"alright."

——It was the female nurse who carried the medicine box and gave Chen Yu an IV drip that night.

But in this atmosphere at this moment, she obviously seemed to be more than just a nurse. She looked at the man in the passenger seat, whose brows were furrowed for a long time, and her tone was filled with confusion and doubt.

"...Doctor Feng, why do you look unhappy?"

"For six consecutive months, Miss Sheng's mood has stabilized and she can sleep peacefully. You can breathe a sigh of relief."

There was no trace of relaxation on Feng Xing's face. The business car passed by the street lights on both sides of the road, and the traces of light passing through his lenses were like a cold blade.

In the rearview mirror, he raised his head, his gentle voice seemed oppressive, and he spoke word by word: "But, what does this have to do with us?"

And then Feng Xing's next words were like a basin of cold water, pouring directly over her head and to her feet.

"Miss Sheng's emotions are stable. What role do we play in this?"

The nurse moved her lips subconsciously, but before she could speak, Feng Xing answered for her with self-deprecating self-analysis.

"No."

"We are paid a high salary but we are incapable of doing anything."

Feng Xing looked at the nurse coldly.

"Do you know what this means? It means that Miss Sheng's emotional stability is not due to any of our efforts. So, one day in the future, if she becomes unstable again——"

“We will remain helpless.”

So, how could he be happy! The nurse's face had already turned pale, and she and her colleagues beside her kept silent, lowered their heads, and dared not say another word.

/ Nine o'clock in the morning.

A large bus was parked steadily in front of the lobby of the hotel where we were staying, with a banner hanging on the body of the bus with words such as "The Power Filming Crew" written on it.

There were two buses, one for the crew members and one for the actors.

Director Hu had a plan. After everyone finished breakfast at the hotel, the time would be just about right and they could get on the bus and leave.

"Wow, is it my illusion? The breakfast in the hotel today is so rich."

A group of actors from the "Power" crew walked to the self-service area with their plates in hand. They were dazzled by the dazzling array of food in front of them.

This place is remote, and it is not very convenient for the crew to order boxed lunches. The three daily meals are contracted by the hotel, and the expenses are included in the room rate. Although we have lived here for a while, the hotel’s food is not bad, but it is also quite satisfactory.

It's amazing that there is such a rich variety of food.

"This must be standard equipment only in VIP rooms!"

"There is no VIP room here."

"Oh yeah, no, then what's going on with these, is this the hotel's anniversary celebration???"

"You're getting more and more outrageous."

Gong Cong, who had been partying until midnight, woke up in a trance with a plate in his hand.

"Oh my goodness, there are my favorite authentic Hong Kong-style snacks. The chef of the hotel here is really proficient in all kinds of skills." He called Chen Yu: "Little Chen Yu, come here quickly, this snack tastes good, you try it."

Gong Cong took the clip and enjoyed it very much.

But he didn't know that what he said about "a chef who is proficient in all kinds of skills" was only half right. There were not so many "skills", but the number of chefs in the hotel's kitchen was almost that many.

All of them were temporarily transferred from other hotels, and the specifications are all five-star or above.

Chen Yu looked at the food piled up on the plate and said helplessly, "Enough, enough."

Gong Cong: "This is delicious, this is also delicious."

"I've been here to film before, even though it was only for a week, but the hotel wasn't like this that time."

"Could it be that their top leaders are here to inspect?"

He ate contentedly and suddenly muttered, "I always feel like we are benefiting from some big boss."

Chen Yu paused and subconsciously looked at the girl who was sitting by the window, drinking porridge quietly with her head down.

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ps:

Squeak check-in.

Good night, baby~~(End of this chapter)