Chapter 422 is just motion sickness (1/3)
It was an hour's journey, less than half an hour after being driven by him, and he arrived.
but…
As soon as the car stopped, Mo Nan pushed the door open and got out of the car very quickly. He vomited into the trash can next to him, his expression pained and his face extremely pale.
Lu Ziyan sat in the car and looked at her for a moment. He didn't seem to expect her reaction to be that big. It was not the first time that he took her in a car racing. The first few times he was happy like a silly girl. Why did you die this time? It's like a half.
Thinking that she seemed to be uncomfortable, he opened the door and got out of the car, walked behind her, and twisted his eyebrows slightly, "How?"
In fact, she didn't spit out anything, because she didn't eat breakfast. When she heard the man's voice, she wiped her mouth hurriedly, stood up, and shook her head, "It's okay, it's just motion sickness. It's not because you drove too fast."
Looking at her pale little face, his brows tightened, and he clasped her wrist unconsciously, "If I can't hold on, I'll take you to the hospital."
Mo Nan was taken aback, and glanced down at the wrist he was grasping, a strange feeling gushing out of his heart.
But she quickly regained consciousness, waved his hand, and laughed at herself, "No need, crazy people like this lady, who always insulate places like hospitals, can heal themselves even if they are sick."
After all, she eagerly visited the crew in the distance, and walked over.
Lu Ziyan stood where he was, with a handsome face looking at her back with a ugly face, his heart was inexplicably upset, but he remembered that there was still work to be done, and did not stay for a while, returned to the car, and left.
Hearing the sound of the engine behind him, Mo Nan's footsteps slowly slowed down, without turning his head, just tilted his head slightly, and the corners of his lips made a little bit of self-deprecation deepening.
On the set, Qiao Yimo, who was filming, was a little surprised to see her.
"You don't need to go to work today? Why did you come to me."
"It's been a long time since I missed you, so I ran." She looked at the scene of the scene, her tone very casual.
Of course Qiao Yimo didn't believe her rhetoric, and she didn't come here in a good class. However, since she didn't want to say that she didn't follow up, she was just curious, "You came by yourself?"
"Yeah." Mo Nan didn't look at her, and nodded casually.
Qiao Yimo was afraid that she would be bored, and said: "Then you sit here and wait for a while, I will come over when I finish filming and singing.
With you. "
"You take a good shot, don't have to accompany me." Mo Nan was like coming to the crew for the first time, curiously fumbled, waved at her with a smile, and raised her eyebrows, "Well, I," Today I came to visit the class. By the way, you can taste how your crew’s food is. Don’t worry, you can do whatever you want.”
Qiao Yimo stared at her suspiciously for a long time, without speaking.
Why does she think this girl is weird today
Forget it, ask her again later.
"Okay, you just have a look, Sister Xiao is also there, you can go to her if you look back and get bored."
"All right."
Hearing the director's summons, Qiao Yimo didn't stay much and went back soon.
It is not the first time Mo Nan has come to the crew, and she herself is a very popular web writer. Even if she is not a person in the entertainment circle, she also knows many friends in the circle. Therefore, she always thinks the crew is boring and can't stay for a while. Just left.
This time it was very strange. Qiao Yimo ended the morning filming and found that she was really waiting, and her doubts deepened.
Not far away, she was sitting on a chair under the umbrella, her eyes do not know what she was looking at, dazed, her eyes were very confused.
Qiao Yimo frowned, took off the makeup from his face, took two bottles of water and the lunch box and walked over.
"Now, this is the lunch box of the crew. Try it. If it doesn't suit your appetite, there are other cooked food on the car."
Mo Nan nodded and opened it easily. The smell came out. Her face changed, her head tilted, and the lunch box was closed again almost instantaneously.
Qiao Yimo was startled, blinked and looked at her, "What's the matter?"
Mo Nan swallowed fiercely, smiling slightly stiff, "This... the hue of the food is too bad, and I lose my appetite when I look at it, so I won't eat it anymore."
She disgustedly pushed the lunch box to the middle, far away from her, unscrewed the water bottle and took a sip, and her little hand stroked her chest unconsciously.
The lunch box in Qiao Yimo's hand hadn't been opened yet, and he looked at her blankly, "When have you been so particular? The food here is actually quite clean, and Fu Sinian's quirks can be eaten."
Mo Nan's eyes flashed with a guilty conscience, and he retorted in a cool tone: "Are you sure Mr. Fu is not accommodating you? In such a shabby place, he still puts on airs. He doesn't want a wife anymore, right."
"..."
Qiao Yi
Mo choked, glared at her, lowered his head and opened the lunch box to prepare for dinner.
Mo Nan glanced at her, her complexion changed again, her lips were tightened, her little hand seemed to be carelessly placed on her nose, a few seconds later, she suddenly stood up, "Um... Momo, you eat first... I'll go to the car to see if there is anything else to eat."
She finished speaking quickly, and before the other party could react, she pushed aside the chair and hurried away.
Qiao Yimo Zhang Er glanced back at her puzzledly, and then continued to lower his head to eat.
After taking a bite, she shook her head helplessly. In fact, it tasted okay. She was used to eating.
Mo Nan hasn't come back until she finishes the box of lunch.
Just about to get up to look for her, the phone on the table suddenly shook.
Seeing that Fu Sinian was calling, she picked it up and answered.
"Hey."
"Have lunch?" The man's low voice was soft and magnetic.
Qiao Yimo's heart was warm, a smile appeared on his lips, but his tone was still flat, "Well, I just ate it."
"Are you looking for something to do with me?"
"Well, something is going on." The man said calmly.
"Huh? What's the matter?"
"miss you."
"..."
Qiao Yimo brows fiercely, "Are you not in the company?"
"Yes, just finished a meeting."
The man's voice seemed to be close to her ears, thick and deep, and there was a sloppy smell, it seemed that he would only have a relaxed state when he talked to her again.
"Then you rest." Qiao Yimo couldn't bear to take up too much time for him because he still felt distressed.
"Well, I'll pick you up this afternoon."
"Uh... No need." Qiao Yimo suddenly remembered, glanced at the nanny car not far away, and smiled, "Nan Nan is with me. I may go back with her tonight."
Although it was telling him, the little pride in his tone did not conceal it at all.
The phone was quiet for a few seconds, and I could guess that the man’s face was definitely not good without thinking about it.
"Then you don't want to know about Shi'an?"
Qiao Yimo's face changed slightly, "What happened to Shi'an?"
The man let out a cold snort from his nose, without answering, then hung up the phone.
"..."
Humph
Qiao Yimo glared at the phone and struck Nu's nose.
Careful man!
(End of this chapter)