He Youan is sitting in front of the mirror doing makeup.
There will be a major event in half an hour, and she will need to do her best to go into battle.
He Youan closed his eyes and recited the lines silently, brewing emotions, and the voice of the boss Teng Siping Teng came from behind.
"You'an, Mr. Cheng is here."
She hadn't responded, but someone hissed.
"She must be preparing the script without disturbing her."
He Youan heard Mr. Cheng say this in a soft voice.
She opened her eyes and saw in the mirror that Boss Teng's face was smiling like a blooming chrysanthemum. She didn't know what benefit Mr. Cheng had given him, so that Boss Teng could switch to Mr. Cheng's family from Shen Shiqi.
Compared to Shen Shiqi, Mr. Cheng is undoubtedly several times more considerate.
The two are like one in the sky and the other in the ground. If you really want to compare them, there is no comparison.
Shen Shiqi treats He You'an like a plaything. This is a fact that many people around him tacitly acknowledge. Even if Shen Shiqi pays her money, he never feels distressed and spares no effort to hold her up, but if he doesn't go well, he will take her out, regardless of the location. occasion.
Mr. Cheng will not.
Even if he got He Youan's means, it would not be glorious. In the final analysis, it was just four words, but after he got it, his attitude towards He Youan was the same as before—
Every day, people will be sent to pick up He Youan to eat, and sometimes they will come in person;
He will take time to study the script carefully and discuss it with He Youan;
Will collect He Youan's favorite flowers, and in winter people will bring people from thousands of miles away, just for Bo Hongyan's smile;
If He Youan did not like the occasion, he would never force the other party to attend.
Thoughtful and meticulous, nothing more than that.
Many husbands and wives these days cannot do the same.
He Youan did not know if Mr. Cheng had a wife.
Mr. Cheng didn't say anything, and she never asked, because if you ask or not, nothing will change.
At the very least, the love that Mr. Cheng treats her is something that most men can't give.
In this world, even though He Youan is known as a movie star, surrounded by many movie fans, those people are proud to see her and look at her, but in the eyes of many people, acting is still a low-class profession, and it is not elegant. He Youan wandered in the red dust, and met many rich and powerful people, as well as many people's love and affection. Except for Shen Shiqi, there were no ordinary men who galvanized her, but there was only one Mr. Cheng who could give her what others couldn't. respect.
He Youan sighed softly.
"Aren't you thinking about the script, why are you sighing so well?"
When she heard the man say, she looked into the mirror.
Mr. Cheng entered quietly, standing behind her, looking at her in the mirror with his hands behind his back.
"Does it look good?" He Youan smiled slightly.
"It's so beautiful." Mr. Cheng put his hands on her shoulders and bent over to take a closer look. "Beauty is like a flower across the clouds."
He Youan: "I'm not in the cloud, but in your hands."
Mr. Cheng: "You are by my side, but I always feel that you are far away from me. Your heart is far away in the sky, and I don't know when it will fall into my hands."
He Youan chuckled: "Mr. Cheng is also planning to act in a movie. Which new line is this?"
Mr. Cheng pretended to think seriously for a moment: "I really want to make a movie with you as the protagonist. There is no male protagonist, and you are the protagonist from beginning to end."
He Youan was curious: "What is the story about?"
Mr. Cheng: "Just tell your story, you have a noble character, but you have to get involved in the world. After many setbacks, you finally meet me. The rest of your life is peaceful and worry-free. You and I have lovers and finally get married."
He Youan: "You're used to coaxing me. I'm just an actor. It's true that I can't help myself, but I can't afford to be so noble."
Mr. Cheng smiled and turned a bunch of roses from behind.
"Teng Siping told me that you secretly funded my brother-in-law's studies. You could have ignored him, but you still care about your old relationship and don't ask for anything in return. Isn't this a noble character?"
He Youan's smile disappeared.
"You know it all."
"It's no secret."
Mr. Cheng put the rose in He Youan's arms.
The delicate bright red will reflect the beauty's face more and more vividly.
He Youan lowered his head.
"If you don't like it, I won't send him any more money in the future."
Mr. Cheng smiled, squeezed her chin lightly, and lifted it up.
"It's a good thing that you are affectionate and righteous, and I don't want my woman to be a ruthless person. But in the future, if there is anything, don't hide it from me."
"I don't want to hide it from you, because I'm afraid you won't like it or look down on it. I, I also want to be born innocent and unblemished, but... "
He Youan smiled bitterly and did not say any more.
Mr. Cheng gently kissed her cheek and took out an invitation card from his pocket.
"Lu Tongcang is going to marry the third concubine, and invite us to the banquet."
He Youan took a look.
The invitations are extremely delicate, and they are also stamped with golden prints.
Concubine, to put it bluntly, it is still a concubine, and it can't even be called marriage, but there is a trend nowadays. Rich people accept concubines. Anyone who is willing to make extravagance can do it more lively than when marrying a wife. People who give gifts and take relationships through the doorway, an opportunity to enjoy the closeness.
After a wedding banquet, the host family is often full of pots and will never lose money.
Although Lu Tongcang has no office and no position, he is more capable than those so-called senior officials who hang fake positions. There are not a few people in Shanghai who want to flatter him. This marriage is bound to be gongs, drums and firecrackers. lively scene.
"Do you want me to go?" He Youan was puzzled.
"Have you seen Lu Tongcang's third concubine?"
Before she could answer, Mr. Cheng said, "She looks a lot like you."
He Youan was startled and raised her head.
Mr. Cheng's expression was unpredictable, mixed with joy and anger.
He Youan couldn't help reaching out, but grabbed the corner of his clothes.
"I am innocent with the deer."
"Of course I know." Mr. Cheng lightly touched her cheek and said softly, "Why is it so cold? I don't mean to blame you. Whether Lu Tongcang is interested in you is beyond your control."
"In the beginning, I would rather drink all the wine on that table than compromise."
He Youan stretched out his arms and wrapped his arms around his waist, pressing his face against the other's clothes.
"If you don't like it, from now on, I will avoid him when I hear his name."
"Okay." Mr. Cheng also reached out and embraced her.
The two enjoyed this moment of silent silence.
The filming was about to start outside, and the director was anxious to get angry, but did not dare to come in to urge.
"Have you ever thought about taking a break from filming for a while?" Mr. Cheng suddenly asked.
He Youan was startled and looked up at him.
"If you want me to wash my hands in a golden pot, I will stop filming after this movie is finished."
Mr. Cheng laughed: "I'm talking about temporary, not to let you give up completely. I know that you like to make movies, and you have ambitions in your heart. You want to make a good movie that will last a hundred years in exile. How can you force you to do things you don't want to do? "
He Youan: "Then..."
Mr. Cheng: "Have you ever been to Hong Kong? It's similar to Shanghai, less prosperous, but it's also a big city. Recently, those threatening letters have been making you uneasy. When the film contract ends, you will live in Hong Kong. For a while."
He Youan: "What about you?"
Mr. Cheng said: "I will naturally be with you."
He Youan frowned: "What happened, Mr. Cheng, is there any danger in Shanghai, or—"
Mr. Cheng gently pressed her lips, not letting him continue.
"Do you believe me?"
He Youan nodded.
Mr. Cheng: "Then do as I say."
He Youan blinked and looked up at him.
His eyes were full of reliance and admiration, and the streamer shone brightly.
Anyone, especially men, will sink into such a vortex of stars and moons.
Although Mr. Cheng is successful and promising, he is also a man.
Only those who are very close to He Youan know that the charm of this woman lies not only in her appearance and figure, but also in her temperament and conversation. Mr. Cheng has read countless people and has never met such a Jie Yuhua as He Youan.
This was also the first time he had the idea of saying goodbye to the flowers and spending the rest of his life with a woman.
"Listen to me, don't ask so much."
Mr. Cheng touched her cheek.
He Youan said softly, "Okay, I'll go wherever you go."
Mr. Cheng was very satisfied. Seeing that she was trying her best to be calm, and that she was uneasy and didn't dare to ask, he couldn't bear it. He still said, "I asked you to go to Hong Kong for your own good. I won't hurt you. Is a distant aunt in Hangzhou, if you can't bear your relatives, take her away with you."
When he mentioned his only relative, He Youan cheered up a little.
"Then I will go to Hangzhou sometime in the past few days, ask her old man, and bring her to my side."
…
after an hour.
Mr. Cheng came out of He Youan's lounge with a contented expression.
No one dared to urge him, and no one dared to inquire about what he was doing inside.
Mr. Cheng walked to the car where he came.
Chen Wendong was already waiting there.
"Mr. Cheng."
Seeing him approaching, Chen Wendong hurriedly bowed slightly.
"Mr. Shen said, let me follow you in the future, and ask Mr. Cheng to take him in."
Mr. Cheng took a step.
"Did you send someone to kill Ling Shu?"
Chen Wendong: "Yes, that kid is too close to Miss He, Mr. Shen doesn't like it, so let me..."
Mr. Cheng: "Don't act rashly without my orders in the future."
Chen Wendong: "But that kid has been with Miss He, in case..."
Mr. Cheng: "Shen Shiqi asked you to follow me, didn't you tell me?"
Chen Wendong hurriedly bent his waist deeper.
"Mr. Cheng misunderstood, everything is up to you, it's me who talks too much!"
Mr. Cheng: "Also, I know that Shen Shiqi asked you to stay by He Youan's side to monitor her. From today onwards, you only need to protect her, and you don't have to worry about other things."
Chen Wendong was taken aback.
Mr. Cheng ignored his reaction, opened the door by himself, and stepped into the car.
Suddenly, someone hurried out of the studio.
"It's not good, Mr. Cheng! Miss He is injured!"
Mr. Cheng turned his head sharply.
…
Ling Shu sneezed.
It was his fifth sneeze in ten minutes.
"Who misses me so much?" He sighed, "If you have a good life, you will have a lot of troubles. The beautiful woman who longs for me can't fill the Huangpu River from here. I really don't know whose lovesickness made me have such a big reaction."
"It's a disease."
A blanket was placed under Ling Shu's hood, covering him tightly.
At the same time, Yue Dingtang's voice came out.
"Uncle Zhou asked you to put it on."
"Uncle Zhou is so nice."
Ling Shu grabbed the blanket away, wrapped himself into a zongzi, and sneezed again while speaking.
He was wearing Yue Dingtang's pajamas.
Early this morning, before dawn, Ling Shu took the train to Hangzhou. The Shanghai-Hangzhou Railway went back and forth for ten hours. It was possible to finish the work in one day. Unexpectedly, there was a sudden heavy rain in the afternoon. It was drenched in chicken soup, and he didn't bring any change of clothes. It was eleven o'clock in the evening when he came back. If Yue Dingtang hadn't been picked up by someone, he would probably still be crouching at the train station and sneezing.
Yue Dingtang felt that if he could engrave on his forehead, he would definitely engrave eight characters on Ling Shu's forehead.
Endless life, endless death.
I ran outside before my arm was healed. After the heavy rain, the cold was the second most important, and the old injury from the past would probably recur.
To put it bluntly, it is not yourself who is suffering, so what is it with him
Even if Ling Shu really made himself a short-lived ghost, it was his own fault.
Just as he was about to sneer, the old butler came over with chicken soup.
"Take two sips and warm your body."
"Thank you Uncle Zhou!" Ling Shu held the bowl and sipped the hot chicken soup, not forgetting to give a thumbs up.
"Every time I drink this chicken soup, I can drink different levels and depths. It's like reading an article by that famous master. There is a saying in Zen saying, "Seeing a mountain is still a mountain, and seeing a water is still water. This is the cook of the Yue family. The limit is reached!"
The old butler was naturally smiling.
"If you like it, drink more. There's more in the kitchen, don't worry, be careful of scalding."
Yue Dingtang sighed and swallowed back the sarcasm that was in his mouth.
After Yue Chunxiao left, another old housekeeper came.
These people were all caught by Ling Shu's Gu.
"He You'an's matter has become clear."
Ling Shu drank the soup without raising his head, and suddenly threw out a sentence.