Hearing that there were three groups of filming in the afternoon, Yang Chuchu collapsed on the sofa tiredly, staring at the ceiling blankly, and stretched out his hand to touch his stomach: "I'm so hungry, can I eat something before filming?"
"Chu Chu, you have just eaten an apple and three pieces of green vegetables. You can't eat any more today!" The assistant quickly reminded her nervously.
"Isn't there another piece of chicken breast?" Yang Chuchu immediately sat up straight and looked at the assistant with a pair of big eyes: "Go and heat it up for me. I'm really hungry. If I don't eat something, I won't survive the afternoon. It’s real!”
The assistant smiled helplessly: "Chu Chu, you ordered this lunch yourself. Is it too little now?"
"Well, no, I'm going to be hungry. I don't want to be the first female star to faint from hunger on the set!" Yang Chuchu had a bitter look on her face. She found that being a star was really tiring. Strictly managing one's own diet is really not something people do.
Just when the assistant turned around to get her something to eat, the door to the lounge opened and the person who walked in was Fang Yang.
Fang Yang held fruits, as well as fragrant barbecue and food in his hands.
"Chuchu, have you had lunch?" Fang Yang came in, saw his daughter, and immediately asked her softly, with a somewhat cautious look on his face.
Yang Chuchu immediately sat up straight and looked at him indifferently: "Why are you here again? Didn't I tell you last time? I told you not to come to me if you have nothing to do. This place is so far away from the city. You can go back and forth. It only takes a day!”
Fang Yang laughed and shook his head: "It doesn't matter. I don't have anything else to do anyway. I'm so busy that I just wanted to come over and see you. How are you doing at work?"
"Well, it's not bad!" Yang Chuchu looked at his father who suddenly seemed a few years older. He used to hate him to the point of itching his teeth, but later, for some unknown reason, his hatred for him lessened. Nowadays, he comes over to bring her food every day when he has nothing to do, and Yang Chuchu actually regards this as a habit.
"Chu Chu, come here and have something to eat. I also made some soup for you. It's too cold, so you need to warm yourself up!" Fang Yang greeted her with gentle concern on his face.
After Yang Chuchu got along with Fang Yang during this period, she discovered that Fang Yang could cook all kinds of dishes, and the soup he cooked was really delicious, even better than that made by the chef aunt invited by her family.
"Weren't you a glorious deputy mayor before? How come you know all the dishes?" Yang Chuchu looked at the barbecue and couldn't help but swallow hard. She really wanted to eat it.
Fang Yang's movements froze, and he replied with a dry smile: "I used to cook a lot at home, so I know how to do it!"
Yang Chuchu saw the flash of self-mockery on his face, and she seemed to have guessed something. He must have no status in the Fang family, so he just cooked every day to please his wife.
Yang Chuchu walked over, took a bowl of chicken soup from him, and drank it slowly while blowing on it.
She didn't get the taste of her father's love before, but now she got it. She felt that it felt good to have her father's care and love.
"How is it? Does it taste good? You talk about losing weight every day, but I don't dare to add more ingredients!" Fang Yang watched her drink and asked her nervously.
"Well, it tastes good!" Yang Chuchu nodded, took a few more sips, and finally took the barbecue aside and started eating.
Fang Yang saw her so hungry, frowned and told her: "Chu Chu, look at you as thin as a telephone pole, stop thinking about losing weight and eat more every day."
"No, when I was shooting just now, the photographer told me that I was showing off my belly. I have to control my appetite!" Yang Chuchu said, suddenly putting down her chopsticks, staring at the bowl of chicken soup, struggling to take two more sips, and finally could only Putting the spoon down: "I'll drink it later!"
Fang Yang felt heartbroken when he saw his daughter working so hard, but he couldn't persuade her, so he could only worry on the sidelines.
At this moment, a tall and handsome figure walked in from the door, it was Luo Jinyu.
Seeing Luo Jinyu, Fang Yang's face flashed with a hint of unnaturalness. After all, he had frantically wanted Luo Jinyu's help before, but he had coldly rejected him.
Fang Yang knew that he shouldn't stay any longer, so he turned around and told Yang Chuchu: "Let your assistant help you heat it up before eating. Don't be too tired. I'll go back first!"
Yang Chuchu nodded: "I understand, drive slower when you go back!"
Fang Yang was very happy because his daughter was caring about him. Now he didn't ask for much. He just wanted to make up for his guilt for his daughter. Fortunately, his daughter would no longer reject his care.
"Mr. Fang, please wait a moment, can we talk?" Luo Jinyu suddenly stopped him, but instead of calling him uncle, he called him sir. Because the relationship is inherently complicated, he could only do so first. shouted.
Yang Chuchu blinked her beautiful eyes and looked at Luo Jinyu, who turned back to look at her.
Fang Yang actually wanted to talk to Luo Jinyu. He wanted to apologize to him. He was blinded by power and interests and was disrespectful to Luo Jinyu.
When the two people walked out, there was an endless sand stall outside, with a terrace next to it, where pedestrians could stop and watch the sea.
The cold wind brought moisture from the distant sea, chilling me to my bones.
Luo Jinyu and Fang Yang walked among them, and both felt the indifference and ruthlessness of nature.
The wind rustled Luo Jinyu's coat. He turned his head, and his short hair became messy.
"Mr. Fang, I was a little ruthless in what happened in the past. I hope you won't take it to heart!" Luo Jinyu was the first to apologize to him. After all, Luo Jinyu did not agree to help him when it came to the constraints of position and identity. .
Fang Yang smiled and shook his head: "No, I am the one who should apologize. I should not put forward such unreasonable conditions. I can see that you are very good to Chu Chu. I am really grateful to you."
"You don't need to be grateful to me. I love her and will naturally be good to her!" Luo Jinyu replied in a low voice.
Fang Yang turned his head, looked at the boundless sea, and sighed: "I didn't accept fate before, but now I do. Maybe there really is cause and effect in this world. Both my daughters fell in love with you, and they turned against each other for your sake." , as a father, I see it in my eyes and it hurts in my heart. I don’t know how to help them. Now, I understand that feelings are inevitably strong. You and Chuchu are a couple, and Kexin must Learn to accept your fate!”
Luo Jinyu frowned and followed him to look in the direction of the sea: "Emotional matters are hard to explain in words. Fate is amazing!"
"Mr. Luo, I hope you will take good care of Chu Chu. She has suffered too much. I used to be really afraid that she would have too low self-esteem. But now it seems that she is quite cheerful. This may have something to do with you giving her enough sense of security. ." Fang Yang begged him softly.
"I know, I will take good care of her, don't worry!" Luo Jinyu murmured, as if he was making an oath to this traceless sea.
Fang Yang turned around and left without hesitation. Luo Jinyu looked back at him. He was once a seven-foot-tall man, but now his spirit has been worn away by life. Like all fathers in the world, he exudes no hostility towards life. , but has a gentle temperament.
Luo Jinyu planned to walk towards the temporary studio, but when he turned around, he saw a figure running towards him in the distance.
His eyes were glazed over, and he walked towards her quickly with long legs.
"Is he gone?" Yang Chuchu quickly ran to him and asked.
"Well, we've already left. Are you not afraid of catching a cold when you come out with so few clothes?" While Luo Jinyu was speaking, he had already taken off his coat, wrapped her whole body, and held her in his arms.
"I've worn enough. Don't give me your clothes. Are you not cold?" Yang Chuchu immediately struggled to return the clothes to him.
"I don't allow you to wear it!" The man held her tightly and refused to let her take it off.
"I didn't expect you to really come here. I thought you were lying to me!" Yang Chuchu raised her head and asked him with a smile.
"Have I ever made a mistake in what I said?" Luo Jinyu stretched out his hand and gently tapped her little nose, which was red from the cold: "It's so cold, and you still agreed to go out for filming, I think you are crazy about money, right? !”
"I can't help it. I signed the contract three months ago. They want to shoot winter models. What can I do?" Yang Chuchu shrugged helplessly.
"Next time, don't take this kind of job again!" Luo Jinyu warned sternly.
"Okay, if I don't have money, I'll ask you for it!" Yang Chuchu buried her face in his arms, smiling like a cunning little fox.
"Whatever I have, I'll give it to you!" Luo Jinyu looked at her lovingly, and kissed her cool forehead with his thin lips.