The phone vibrated next to my hand.
Meng Yao lowered her eyes and took a look, then subconsciously clenched her hands.
Looks bleak...
Why would he call me so late at night
Since it was at night, she had an excuse to have missed the call because she was sleeping.
If she hung up the call rashly, it would definitely cause a series of troubles. Meng Yao thought about it and decided to mute her phone. Then she moved her gaze to the hanging TV screen again.
Looking at the familiar food channel, Meng Yao was a little distracted.
This time there was another sound, it was the message alert tone.
It was sent by Rong Yan, and it only had three words: answer the phone.
Meng Yao had a complicated expression and tried hard to suppress the surprise in her heart.
How did he know that she was still awake? It would be hard to pretend not to hear him. The most important thing was that Meng Yao always felt that Rong Yan could see through her thoughts.
It doesn't seem to be a good thing to deal with such a deep-minded person.
Meng Yao drank some water to calm herself down before answering the fifth call from Rong Yan.
The time she has been an actress has allowed her to gain a lot, at least her acting skills have improved a lot more than before.
Meng Yao yawned, her voice hoarse and sounding a little sleepy: "Honey, what's wrong? It's already 8:30 in the evening, and I just woke up from a nap."
There was silence for a few seconds.
"How have you been lately?" His voice was as cold and clear as ever, which made Meng Yao's brain clear up.
"It's pretty good, the food is good and the fun is good. Um... Honey, do you have anything else to do?"
There was silence for a few seconds.
"When will you be able to go home?"
Meng Yao paused slightly. So Rong Wei called her late at night just to chat with her
"Hmm... For this, it might be next week. After all, I just joined the crew not long ago, so it will take some time to adapt in the early stage."
"Okay." Rong Yan responded from the other end.
It was just these two simple sentences, and then there was nothing else to talk about.
Meng Yao was just about to tactfully suggest hanging up the phone when she heard a low and depressed voice coming from the other end. It was not as cold and hard as before, but with a hint of doting, it became as gentle as spring water, smashing into people's hearts fiercely.
"Meng Yao..."
"I miss you… "
Not sure if it was because of the silence around her or the panic in her heart, Meng Yao felt her heart beating violently twice.
It's really strange...
Meng Yao was about to say something, but saw that the phone screen was pitch black.
She frowned and tried pressing the power button several times, but the screen was still pitch black.
out of battery…
Meng Yao covered her head and cursed in annoyance.
She got out of bed, took out her charging cable from the suitcase, and connected the plug to the charging port of her mobile phone.
With a slight beep, a prompt appears indicating that the plug is connected.
*
Huanzhen Headquarters:
Rong Yan stopped in front of the large French window, wearing a suit jacket. The light in the room stretched his lonely shadow to infinity.
He lowered his eyes to look at the phone screen, his hands clenched unconsciously.
His eyebrows were as sharp and cold as snow-capped peaks, and his dark eyes were as thick as the night.
There was a chill in the air, but it was not enough to dispel the restlessness in my heart.
The ninth time, Meng Yao stood him up again...
There was a knock on the door.
Xia Yansen walked in holding the car keys. He took a few steps forward and asked tentatively, "Brother Rong, are you really not going home? Although there are rest rooms in the company, they are nothing like home."
"There is a cooperation case that needs to be reconsidered. Please go back."
Xia Yansen sighed: "Brother Rong, don't be too tired. You still have to take care of your body. Work can't always come first."
Rong Yan turned around, his suit jacket was baggy and the white shirt underneath was slightly open, revealing a small area of his muscular chest.
"Wasn't I like this before?" he asked.
Xia Yansen's eyes widened. It was the first time he saw Rong Yan like this. He looked a little depressed and had an indescribable temperament...
Was it like this before
Yes, Rongyan is a workaholic. When he is busy with important collaborations, he often chooses to stay in the company.
So when did it change
Just not long ago, Rong Yan suddenly started "going home every day" and "going home early", and became a "husband who is very filial".
All of this is because of Meng Yao.
Now Meng Yao is filming outside, and Rong Yan doesn’t even want to go home...
Xia Yansen's mind was racing until Rong Wei's voice interrupted him:
"Xia Yansen, tell me, if someone doesn't want to pay attention to you, what does that mean?"
"This..." Xia Yansen's lips trembled a few times and his eyes were a little vague.
What else can it mean if I don't want to pay attention to you?!
But these words certainly couldn't be said directly. After all, he couldn't think of anyone else except Meng Yao who could make Rong Wei go crazy like a resentful woman who had lost her appetite and was full of suspicion.
"Well..." Xia Yansen coughed twice: "Maybe he has something to do, or something unexpected happened. Why don't we wait a while."
“Hmm…” Rong Wei’s expression didn’t change much, and it was unclear whether he heard it or not.
"You can go back."
After receiving the amnesty, Xia Yansen breathed a sigh of relief and clenched the car keys in his hands.
"Then Brother Rong... I'm leaving now, okay?"
"Remember to prepare for tomorrow."
Xia Yansen turned around and asked in confusion: "What are you preparing for?"
"Visiting the set."
"Tomorrow... I'm going to visit the set."
Against the pitch-black night outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, his eyes were equally dark and bottomless.
*
"Have you finished filming your scenes?"
Meng Yao asked.
Xu Shuiqing approached slowly and finally stopped in front of her.
"Yes, we have already finished filming one scene."
“Are you studying the script?”
Meng Yao nodded: "Sit down."
Xiao Song understood and immediately brought over a bench.
Xu Shuiqing also took out her own script, holding a pen in her hand. She had already marked many paragraphs in this script, and the various handwritings were enough to show how seriously she took the script.
Meng Yao was completely the opposite of her. She turned a page in a few seconds. It didn't seem like she was studying a script but rather reading a book.
Xu Shuiqing was twisting a page of the script with his fingertips and paused slightly.
She smiled and asked, "Yaoyao, you read so quickly, can you figure out the content of the script?"
"almost."
Meng Yao didn't look up, letting the printed black words be deeply imprinted in her mind.
She further explained: "I read the scripts last night, and now I'm just reviewing them to get a feel for them."
"So that's how it is." Xu Shuiqing smiled: "Yaoyao is very hardworking... and also very talented."
After a while, she said again:
"Actually, there is a question I don't quite understand. Perhaps I can ask Yaoyao for help?"
(End of this chapter)