It was impossible for Rong Wei not to notice the various differences between Meng Yao and the original owner, but he never mentioned the relevant topic.
All he cared about was what was related to him. Meng Yao even had a ridiculous feeling that Rong Wei knew everything about her and treated her as a completely independent person, with no relationship at all to the original owner.
In their relationship, there is never a past, only the present and the future.
"Why are you distracted again?" Rong Yun gently rubbed Meng Yao's hair, then helped her open the car door: "It's time to get in the car."
He stepped forward and helped Meng Yao fasten her seat belt as usual. The moment he looked up, he found that Meng Yao was still in a daze. He couldn't help but smile: "Why are you so confused all day long?"
"I'm not blaming you. If you don't want to learn how to drive, then don't learn. I'm just worried about you going out alone. Next time you want to go shopping, take me with you."
Meng Yao came back to her senses and moved her eyes over his handsome face: "You are so busy every day, do you still have time to go shopping with me?"
"have."
He has always been a man of few words and rarely says sweet words, but the answers he gives are always reassuring and affirmative.
"Next time you go out to play, take me with you."
Meng Yao was stunned for a second, then nodded slowly.
Meng Yao sat quite quietly with her legs straight, but the paper bag in her hands quickly attracted Rong Ying's attention.
As Rong Yan drove, he looked around with his peripheral vision: "What is that thing you're holding in your hand?"
"This?" Meng Yao shook the bag in her hand and smiled: "Let's talk about it when we get home."
Rong Yun raised his eyebrows, but still nodded and chuckled.
After arriving at the villa, Meng Yao revealed the secret in the bag.
Rong Wei took the photo frame and looked at it. His fingers carelessly brushed along the edge. He raised his eyes and smiled: "Is this a gift from you?"
"I will never lie to you."
At most it's perfunctory.
Rong Yun carefully put the photo frame away: "I thought you would give me dessert."
Meng Yao blushed.
When dealing with gifts before, Meng Yao would make a dessert, calling it a token of her appreciation. Needless to say, the taste was excellent, and Rong Yan had eaten it for so many days without getting sick of it.
"Life should always be new. It would be boring if it remained the same."
Meng Yao did not forget to exaggerate and talk about the difficulty of preparing the gift: "The scenery is not easy to take pictures of, and I searched many hills. This photo frame is not easy to choose either. I went to many stores and my legs were almost broken before I found the right one."
Rong Yan seemed to believe it, and there was a bit of heartache in his eyes.
Meng Yao inexplicably felt a little guilty: "Actually, I'm not particularly tired. I'm much better now."
Rong Wei stretched out his hand and gently embraced Meng Yao in his arms: "Don't prepare gifts anymore in the future."
"Why?"
"I don't want to see you so tired. There's no need to be so tired."
Meng Yao smelled a familiar scent from him. Perhaps because they had spent so much time together, she did not feel any rejection and even analyzed the spicy woody scent.
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The day of the award ceremony slowly arrived under everyone's anticipation. Stepping onto the familiar red carpet again, Meng Yao's mood had changed a lot.
She began to take the flashes seriously, rather than just treating them as a pastime as before.
Sometimes we have to admit that time can indeed change a lot.
After signing her name, Meng Yao answered a few more questions from the host. Her words were so precise that no one could find any fault with them.
Meng Yao thanked him and then went to the meeting hall.
As soon as she entered the door, many people greeted her. Meng Yao responded to them one by one, and even exchanged a few words with those she knew.
Many familiar faces passed by, as well as a few fresh faces. The entertainment industry is changing too fast, with one generation replacing another.
Meng Yao occasionally wondered how long she would be famous.
But she stopped this ridiculous idea soon. She would not stay here for too long, so it didn't matter how long she was popular. She just hoped that she would always be popular until the mission was completed.
Meng Yao still has Fan Lan's contact information, but the other party said that due to schedule conflicts, he would be absent from the award ceremony this time. He also laughed and joked that the most he could do was to be a runner-up anyway.
Meng Yao was finally led by the waiter to the front row.
The people around her were all of similar status to her, and some of them had worked with her before. Meng Yao was not shy and chatted with them enthusiastically.
After a few pleasantries, she felt bored, so she stopped forcing herself and just opened a small game to kill time.
"What are you looking at?" asked an artist nearby.
Meng Yao showed the screen: "It's a small game, it's a bit addictive to play."
The person next to him smiled and said, "You have a really good attitude. I'm so nervous right now that my palms are sweating."
Meng Yao also smiled: "I was thinking, if I can get it, it would be the best, but if I can't, it doesn't matter."
This is the principle that Meng Yao has always adhered to. She rarely gets discouraged because she believes that as long as she is not completely defeated, there must be room for recovery.
Suddenly, a young man's clear voice came from behind. Meng Yao turned around and found it was Cheng Jishu.
We haven't seen each other for a while, but there has been almost no change in each other, and he still looks full of energy.
"Senior, what a coincidence, I just happened to be sitting behind you."
"It's quite a coincidence."
Several other members also greeted him.
Han Mei was the last to speak. His eyes did not fall on Meng Yao, and there was a hint of evasion in his words: "Hello, Teacher Meng Yao."
Not until the person in front of him turned her head did Han Mei let his eyes fall on her, and then he quickly withdrew his gaze as if he was burned.
He laughed silently at himself.
There was a noise nearby. Meng Yao barely diverted her attention from the mini-game and looked up, only to find that it was Rong Yiqing.
Rong Yiqing prefers a cool and handsome style, but this time he dressed formally, in a suit, tie and leather shoes.
He smiled and greeted: "Hello, sister-in-law, I'll sit next to you."
Meng Yao nodded and praised: "Don't say you don't, this suit really makes you look a lot more mature."
Rong Yiqing smiled and said, "Look at what you said, sister-in-law. I'm already in my twenties. If I'm not mature enough, I'm afraid I'll make my brother anxious, right?"
Meng Yao smiled and said, "I don't know when the show will start, why don't you play some games to kill some time."
Rong Yiqing moved his gaze to Meng Yao's phone: "Sister-in-law, what game are you playing? Teach me."
(End of this chapter)