Nangong Ling took the cup without any suspicion, and a cup of coffee slowly entered his esophagus and stomach. An Leer could still remember the habit of many years, which made Nangong Ling feel warm in his heart.
An Leer watched Nangong Ling finish the coffee and raised the corners of her mouth slightly. In this entertainment industry, she learned to disguise, learn to deceive, and even learned some dirty tricks.
She remembered that when she first entered this circle, she was also a pure woman. Except for Nangong Ling, she had never had a relationship with any man. But what happened later completely changed her. Every film and television company she signed with had unspoken rules that blocked her progress.
The stumbling blocks and repeated failures made her feel discouraged.
When she woke up one day in the director's bed, the sun in her world was covered by dark clouds, and her innocence left her. From then on, she began to move around in men's beds, and even some perverted wealthy businessmen left their mark on her.
A blood-stained shadow.
When she came to Dongcheng City, she had become a well-known movie queen. What surprised her was the appearance of Nangong Ling, and she dramatically signed a contract with his company.
Nangong Ling drank the coffee and was about to stand up and leave. An Leer beside him also stood up, held his forehead, leaned on Nangong Ling's shoulder, and said softly: "I feel dizzy, Ling, please help me back to the bedroom.
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Nangong Ling put his arm around An Leer's weak shoulders and walked towards the bedroom where he had just been. Due to the height difference and his current posture, he did not see the scheming smile on An Leer's face in his arms.
Nangong Ling helped An Le'er lie down on the bed. His head was a little dizzy. Looking at An Le'er who had closed his eyes, he stood up and wanted to walk out the door, but the dizziness made it difficult for him to move. Thinking about it, he was usually very...
I pay attention to exercise. Maybe I am a little tired from running back and forth recently, so I don’t pay attention to it.
However, as soon as he took two steps, his vision went dark. Nangong Ling stumbled and held on to the cabinet beside the bed to prevent him from falling to the ground. An Leer, who was lying on the bed, had already stood up and held Nangong Ling's arm, his eyes full of anxiety.
, helped Nangong Ling back to the bed, and asked with concern: "Ling, how are you? Are you tired from catching a plane? Why don't you take a rest at my place first."
Nangong Ling could no longer hear An Leer's voice, and his eyes closed uncontrollably, and he slowly fell into sleep.
An Leer sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to stroke Nangong Ling's corners. This man had given him the most true love before, but now he gave him the most true pain. She lowered her head and pressed a kiss on his forehead.
With her lips downward and touching each other, at this time, she was the only one who was kissing her true love with all her heart, and he would never respond to her efforts again.
Covering the two of them with the quilt next to them, An Leer put her arms around Nangong Ling's neck. Because of her illness, she was also a little sleepy. Without love, she could only use this method to keep Nangong Ling by her side.
One night.
Jiang Xiyan in the villa had dinner and went to the study to surf the Internet for a while. In the empty villa, every step seemed to echo. Because of fear, she had turned on all the lights and walked to the window from time to time to look at the dark night.
There were no flashing car lights, but she was disappointed in the end.
Until midnight, it was already dark outside the villa. Nangong Ling missed the appointment and did not come back.
Jiang Xiyan was conflicted. At first, she didn't want Nangong Ling to come back. She was afraid that her presence would affect their marriage. As she said, she didn't want to be a third party. The love she wanted was mutual possession and mutuality.
Only. Now she desperately hopes to see the familiar car silhouette when she walks to the window. They have been apart for such a long time, and she also misses his coldness.
Sitting on the bed, Jiang Xiyan took off her coat and wanted to rest. The phone on the table rang, and she felt nervous. Nangong Ling said he would come back later. At this time, she thought that besides Nangong Ling calling her,
I couldn't think of anyone else, so I answered the call with a hint of excitement: "President, when will you be back?"
There was a brief pause on the other side of the phone, which made Jiang Xiyan a little confused. Just when she was about to speak again, Wen Weichen's voice appeared on the other side, but the voice concealed anger: "Yanyan, I finally finished my work for you.
Why are you still thinking about your president after a phone call?" Although Wen Weichen was a little unhappy, he still touched the photo of Jiang Xiyan in his hand. It was taken from her desk last time. Now the photo has been re-entered.
The box is on his desk.
Jiang Xiyan scratched her head in embarrassment, with some blush on her face, because of such a misunderstanding: "No...it's the president who still has work to explain. I'm waiting for his call. Do you have anything to do with me?"
Wen Weichen can imagine Jiang Xiyan's disappointment now, as if he has not heard his name from the other party's mouth, but now is not the time to express his love to her, so he can only bury this feeling in his heart: "Oh, it's okay.
I just finished my work and wanted to find someone to talk to, and I thought of you. The master will come over next Saturday. He has already planned to participate in this cooking competition. I have an invitation here. You can go with me then.
Let’s support Master.”
This game is actually just a contest between Nangong Ling and Nangong Lie. It doesn't matter whether they go or not. But thinking about the stakes in that game, Wen Weichen's heart is filled with excitement. He can only use this reason to make an appointment.
Jiang Xiyan met herself.
Jiang Xiyan was silent for a while. She found out about Yang Bojun's participation in the competition through the newspaper. She happened to be interested in meeting the elder. She thought about her work arrangements and it happened to be Saturday off. If she didn't work overtime,
, she can go: "Okay, I'll go there on Saturday too. I haven't seen Uncle Yang for a long time."
After the two made an appointment, Jiang Xiyan ended the phone call early. She didn't have the habit of talking on the phone with others in the middle of the night. She stretched herself. Since Nangong Ling wasn't coming back, she should have a good rest tomorrow.
She still has a lot of work to do, and only when she is mentally alert can she prevent herself from making small mistakes in her work, although she has never made any mistakes.
Wen Weichen stared at the phone with a smile on his face. The fatigue from work had relieved him. Occasionally listening to this little girl's voice made him feel extremely comfortable. The photo in his hand was something Jiang Xiyan had never shown before.
The smile caught his eye, he put the phone on the desk, and lightly kissed it with his lips.
When Jiang Xiyan was in college, Wen Weichen's car accidentally scraped her calf. The feeling of holding Jiang Xiyan at that time was something he would never forget.
After a simple bandage in the hospital, Jiang Xiyan escaped secretly while he was paying the money. He searched most of Dongcheng City but could not find her anywhere.
Because his parents were forced to study abroad, this matter was put on hold. Unexpectedly, they would meet again at Yang Bojun's residence. It seemed that this was the opportunity God gave him, and he must seize it.