Almost as soon as the elevator door closed, Ye Wan felt the cold aura emanating from He Sichen's body dissipate.
Spring returns to the earth in an instant.
Ye Wan turned around and looked at He Sichen's handsome and calm face, "You don't like her?"
He Sichen nodded, "I hate her."
Surprised by his straightforwardness, Ye Wan raised an eyebrow.
Before entering the entertainment industry, Ye Wan was mentally prepared to speak nonsense to people in the future.
After all, those female celebrities may have been fighting and fighting backstage one day, but the next day they could be affectionate and holding hands in front of the camera, looking like sisters.
Rarely do people express their likes and dislikes so clearly.
Seeing Ye Wan's face looking funny.
He Sichen said solemnly: "I can see all her emotions."
When they first met, they flattered him and rejected Ye Wan.
Disdain for Brother Fei for being ugly and funny, and dislike for Fu Qingshu.
And mocking Sister Ling for her failure in body management.
She obviously didn't want to talk to Sister Ling, but because Sister Ling was the main star, she had to act fake and affectionate.
Every time this happened, He Sichen would look away.
He was afraid that if he stared at her a few more times, someone would notice the disgust on his face.
When the elevator door opened, He Sichen said to himself: "Is this a special function given to me by ghosts and gods?"
Ye Wan burst out laughing.
Feeling a little embarrassed again, he looked back at He Sichen and pointed at his eyes, "Because you have a pair of very clean eyes. There are no distracting thoughts in your eyes, so you can distinguish the distracting thoughts in other people's eyes. So,
It can be considered a special function.”
After saying that, Ye Wan trotted back to the room.
Looking at Ye Wan's back as he hurried away, he thought he had talked too much today.
As soon as He Sichen opened the door to the room, he heard the sound of footsteps in the corridor.
Ye Wan ran over with a can and put it in his palm, "Drink it before going to bed. After drinking it, you will have a good sleep and have a good dream! Good night!"
The sound faded away and silence returned to the corridor.
He Sichen looked at the bottle of cocktail drink in his hand and stood there in a daze for a while before slowly closing the door.
As the night darkened and a breeze blew through the window screens, Heschen took the can and sat by the balcony door.
Opening the can, a light fruity aroma fills the tip of your nose.
After tasting a small sip, Heschen laughed.
This is obviously a juice-flavored soda.
Above the head is a crescent moon.
In front of me is the sparkling lake and the green trees that cast dark shadows.
Taking in the beautiful scenery he saw, He Sichen drank the bottle of drink one sip after another.
He staggered a bit when he stood up. He Sichen held onto the door to steady himself, only to realize that he was indeed slightly dizzy.
But the dizzy feeling is not uncomfortable.
Not only was it not uncomfortable, it actually made him feel airy, as if he were a feather and a gust of wind could blow him up.
He Sichen smiled and went over to lie on the bed.
I didn't even turn off the lights and fell asleep.
…
Ye Wan was still thinking about it.
"Sweet and sour pork loin, braised pork ribs, baby cabbage in soup..."
A beam of hot steam came out of the self-heating hot pot in front of her, and the spicy smell wafting in the air stimulated every cell in her.
Ye Wan's expression was full of resentment, "Others were eating meat and soup, while I hid in my room and ate self-heating hot pot. Life is so miserable..."
By the end, Ye Wan was already singing.
In the studio, everyone burst into laughter.
The editor's fingers were flying while editing.
The director said in a wicked way: "Director, do you want to send someone over to confiscate the small hot pot?"
"By the way, you should also loot the pile on the table, right?"
Ning Buchi rolled his eyes at the director, "Doesn't Ye Wan know that we are looking at her? It wouldn't be fun if we exposed it."