Shi Wang looked at her seriously and said, "I don't want you to be angry. Even though I know one more day won't be much, the sooner I resolve it, the sooner you can have one less knot in your heart."
His tone was gentle, as if he was afraid to scare her.
She suddenly chuckled: "Do you like me so much?"
Shi Wang held her hand and whispered, "Can't you tell whether I like you or not?"
Xiaomian sneered, "Am I worthy of you disrupting the listing process?"
He said without hesitation: "Yes."
Looking at his sincere eyes, Zhuomian found it ridiculous.
Her cell phone suddenly rang, interrupting everything.
Zhumian took out his phone from his pocket and said in a slightly cold tone, "Hello."
The agent on the other side was so happy: "Mianmian, do you know Zhu Jiang?"
Xiaomian frowned slightly: "What happened to the former assistant?"
The agent was overjoyed: "She's the director of a very popular short drama in ancient style recently. It's low-budget but very popular. Her previous Weibo posts were all about you. Go and interact with her on Weibo to take advantage of her popularity. She said that the female lead was based on you."
Zhumian asked in surprise, "Are you talking about Zhu Jiang?"
The agent kept talking. "Yeah, I heard this short drama cost over 10,000 yuan, but it only aired two episodes and it became a hit, even reaching the top of the trending list. It's about a righteous reporter who travels back in time to ancient times to save a stigmatized general. The protagonist is called Ximei, who sleeps during the day and seeks justice for his friend, named Ameng. He's also very feminist and has helped many girls. Isn't that you?"
Daytime sleep is very surprising.
Her manager kept congratulating himself on having been the first to take her on. "Mianmian, you're truly destined to be famous. Yesterday, you were trending all day because of that rich kid chasing you, and today someone he knows has made you famous again. Now your fans have reached 6.3 million."
I didn't know what to say for a moment.
Zhu Jiang told her that he had learned a lot from her, including shooting techniques, set design, and script writing. Zhu Jiang also said that he wanted to take the master's degree in directing, but she really didn't expect that Zhu Jiang would produce something so quickly.
With such a good relationship, Zhu Jiang kept silent.
I feel a sense of loss for no reason when I sleep during the day.
The agent wanted to say something, but Xiaomian found an excuse that couldn't be interrupted and interrupted him: "Wait a minute, I'm on a date."
When Shi Wang heard her say the word "dating", his depressed mood suddenly relaxed.
I sleep during the day but my mind is in a mess.
The vlog she wants to shoot is probably of this type.
And this time she also plans to shoot a series of short films, but she has never told anyone about it, nor has she written it down anywhere.
To be honest, there are actually big differences between Zhu Jiang's and hers.
Zhu Jiang is a short play, a fictional story system. She plans to make a documentary about the misunderstood news events she encountered.
The agent on the other end immediately understood and suppressed a laugh, saying, "I know, it's that handsome rich second-generation guy, right? Go ahead and do your thing, I won't bother you."
"no."
I was feeling restless and irritable during my daytime sleep, so I just hung up the phone.
Zhumian withdrew his hand and said calmly, "Do you want to have breakfast?"
Shi Wang chuckled: "Of course."
Zhuo Mian returned to her previous position, and Shi Wang followed her contentedly.
Zhu Mian was in a state of confusion. She couldn't hold her chopsticks steady several times while eating. Shi Wang used the serving chopsticks to put the shrimp dumplings into her bowl for her. "What happened?"
Zhuomian ignored him and just wanted to go back home quickly after dinner. He was as happy as a dog and would be completely satisfied as long as Zhuomian was willing to sit with him and have breakfast.
When they went back, Shi Wang insisted on sending her downstairs. She was still in a mess from her daytime nap and had no time to chase him away.
The property manager called out to Zhu Mian: "Miss Zhu, here's your flash delivery."
Xiaomian put the phone in his pocket and looked up: "Give it to me."
The property staff handed her the package, a very small cardboard box. She casually pulled open the tape and found a jewelry box inside.
She opened it, and the flower ring inside reflected the bright sunlight.
She was a little surprised.
Gu Qingxu sent the ring to her?
The phone vibrated in my pocket.
When she took it out, she saw a message from Gu Qingxu using his new number: "Mianmian, did you receive the ring?"
Zhuo Mian had a blank expression on his face and replied, "No."
Putting the phone back into her pocket, she somehow put the ring on her middle finger. The flower ring slid into the base of her finger, encircling her finger, like building a fence outside, giving her an inexplicable sense of security that she could rely on, steadying her breathing.
The ring was such a perfect match, she had wanted to wear it for a long time.
I looked towards the sunlight while sleeping.
But she didn't miss him that much, so why did she suddenly send him a ring?
This is not like Gu Qingxu's style.
At home, the little dinosaur swept its tail, and the note left by Zhu Shaoqing last night floated to the ground.
The three words "Gu Qingxu" are particularly clear.
However, Zhu Shaoqing did not tell Zhu Mian why he could write these three words so clearly without using any homophones.
The night before.
Zhu Mian ran after Zhu Shaoqing with a flushed face, unable to open her eyes, and shouted, "Gu Qingxu, why are you ignoring me? I really want to date you."
Zhou Shaoqing almost climbed onto the sofa backrest, holding the lamp and saying, "Who the hell is Gu Qingxu?"
He muttered during his sleep: "Innocent Gu, how can I get such a clear promise?"
She gestured with her hand to a tall figure: "Very handsome and tall."
She placed her hands on the outer corners of her eyes and pulled them outwards: "My eyes are very long."
She pulled her eyebrows upwards without opening her eyes, and rolled her eyes as she did so: "This is what eyebrows are like."
Zhu Shaoqing was impressed: "If either of those two looks like this, stop trying to imitate them."
Zhumian stretched out his hand like a monkey on Mount Emei, and said confidently: "Give me your phone, I want to call him."
Zhu Shaoqing hid: "Why don't you use your own phone to call!"
He was tossing and turning during his daytime nap, almost unable to stand, but he shouted indignantly: "I want to discipline him, he is not obedient at all, I can't let him get away with it!"
Zhou Shaoqing was worried that others would hear him, so he lowered his voice and said, "Don't, don't, don't shout. I'll give you my phone."
Xiaomian stretched out his hand and took a step towards him: "Give it to me!"
Zhu Shaoqing threw his phone onto the sofa as if it had been burned by fire: "Here you go."
Zhumian staggered over and bent down to pick it up. He turned on his phone and dialed a number. The other party quickly answered: "Hello."
Daytime sleep is full of vigor and vigor, with eyes closed he calls out to the person opposite: "Gu Qingxu."
Gu Qingxu realized it was her and softened his tone: "Hmm?"
Zhuo Mian paused for a moment. Zhu Shaoqing thought that she was probably trying to think of words to scold the other party. After all, Zhuo Mian had never admitted defeat since she was a child and wanted to have the upper hand with words. Zhuo Mian was half responsible for his social phobia.
The next second, Xiaomian held the phone in both hands, as if complaining or aggrieved: "I miss you so much."
Zhu Shaoqing widened his eyes in surprise.
Outside the window, the autumn rain is falling continuously, like dust covering the night.
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