But the real touch of being held last night was absolutely clear.
Lin Wutong's face was also pale and expressionless, but then he pulled back the quilt and got out of bed.
Her clothes are not here, and I looked around and couldn't see them.
I walked to the door of the room, opened the door and looked outside, and saw a maid standing outside with clothes.
"Miss Hua, are you awake?" She asked politely and respectfully, looked at Lin Wutong, and then said: "These are your clothes. They have been washed and ironed."
That thin blue skirt, and the thick coat outside.
Lin Wutong took the clothes from her hands, nodded and said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome." The maid returned, with a beautiful face and a gentle expression.
Lin Wutong returned to the room with the clothes. His head was still aching from the moment he got up. How could he wear the clothes in his hands in this cold weather?
Yesterday, because she had to go to the theater, she didn't change her clothes at all, so she went to the set because she had to change into costumes there. Xiaoya also brought her clothes, but she didn't wear them until she went to the hospital.
She is still wearing the thin and translucent clothes that are used to attract the attention of the media.
Lin Wutong looked at the clock on the wall, and finally put on his clothes. Plus the artificial leather fur coat outside, there should be no problem.
At this point in time, Xiaoya must have gone to the hospital. I don't know what his reaction would be if he saw her not there.
I don't have my mobile phone with me, so I can't make calls.
Lin Wutong walked out of the room wearing this outfit that looked a little weird in the villa.
After looking around in the corridor for a week, I found that the setting of the room should be a bit Romanesque.
The stairs on the second floor lead directly down.
Lin Wutong stood on the stairs of the second floor, holding on to the handrail, and walked down slowly.
The servants in the hall all raised their heads to look at her. After all, they had seen so many spotlighted audiences. This level of attention did not make Lin Wutong feel much discomfort.
She now needs to find a place and a phone number, and then call Xiaoya to tell her that she doesn't need to go to the hospital, she can just go there directly.
The old butler was standing on the side of the stairs in the hall, with a dull expression on Lin Wutong's slightly arrogant way of walking down the stairs.
Ah Qian murmured quietly beside him, saying: "He is really a star, he looks really good-looking."
A few steps away from him was the beautiful maid. She snorted disdainfully and said, "What's so great about it? Miss Tong is not as arrogant as she is when she comes here. It's really a dog fighting for power. I thought
After sleeping all night, are you the mistress of this house?"
While she was talking, the old housekeeper glanced at her silently. Regarding the word "mistress", the maid knew that this gloomy old housekeeper was more concerned about it.
Ah Qian continued to talk nonsense: "Sir came out of her room this morning. Didn't you say last night that he slept alone?" He looked at the maid narrowly, with a smile on his face.
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The maid pursed her lips and frowned, but the old housekeeper next to her always had a calm expression. Whether it was about whose room she heard Ji Fanli came out of early in the morning, or what happened last night.
, seemed to have no effect on him.
"Miss Hua." Lin Wutong walked downstairs, and the old housekeeper bent down and called her with the gentlemanly courtesy unique to a wealthy family.
"Breakfast is ready. Do you want to enjoy it now?" the old butler asked.
Lin Wutong nodded, and then looked around the hall.
"Sir is still running in the morning. He has given instructions. If you wake up, you can eat directly without waiting for him. He will come back and take you to the set." When the old housekeeper saw her looking around, he thought she was looking for Ji Fanli, but still
He lowered his head and answered her respectfully.
Lin Wutong pursed her lips slightly. No one could see her action clearly. Lin Wutong said, "Is there a phone here? I want to make a call."
The hall was empty and huge. Lin Wutong looked around but couldn't see the shadow of a phone.
Within a moment, someone wheeled a dining cart over and the phone number she asked for was also delivered.
Lin Wutong took the phone and dialed Xiaoya's number.
"Hey, Rong Rong, where are you?! I can't find you in the hospital!" At this time, Xiaoya must have arrived at the hospital. Lin Wutong had just connected the phone when her voice yelled over there.
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"I, I'm not in the hospital." Lin Wutong said, "I'm sorry, Xiaoya, you go to the studio first, I'll be there soon."
"Rongrong, why did you leave the hospital without telling me? I thought something had happened. I asked the hospital nurse, but she didn't know. It really scared me to death." Xiaoya was still talking.
Lin Wutong held the phone and said, "I'm sorry, Xiaoya, I won't do it next time."
"How is your health now? Are you still feeling uncomfortable? If you are still feeling uncomfortable, I will ask the crew for a leave."
Xu An's movie is currently in an emergency stage, which means it must hurry up and shoot it at the end of the year. There is basically no rest time at ordinary times. Even in the evening time, he is often caught filming. Asking for leave at this time will not only delay the filming.
According to the progress of the entire crew, I am afraid that Xu An, who let Lin Wutong go yesterday, will turn into a beast.
Lin Wutong said: "No, there's no problem. I'll be there later."
"As long as it's okay. This morning, Xiao Mo called to ask about your situation. I couldn't tell him that you were gone, so I had to tell him that you were still resting. He might have thought that you were still very serious and might have asked for leave for you. You can call
Give him a call and give him a call."
"Well, okay." Lin Wutong replied.
After hanging up the phone, Lin Wutong tried to press Asakawa Mo's phone. Since the phone broke, Lin Wutong basically developed a habit of remembering phone numbers. Fortunately, he still remembered Asakawa Mo's number.
A small automatic dining table was placed in front of her, with various breakfast styles on it, including Western-style coffee breakfast, Chinese-style golden fried dough sticks and fragrant soy milk. Lin Wutong looked at them and then answered the phone.
"Hello?" Asakawa Mo's clear voice had the unique magnetism of a man in the morning and was a little lazy.
"It's me, Huarong." Lin Wutong said.
Asakawa Mo here immediately sat upright. He was sitting on the bed and tying a tie in front of the full-length mirror opposite, with a lazy look on his face. But as soon as Lin Wutong called, the lazy aura on his body disappeared at all.
Someone from the room outside knocked on the door and called out, "Master, have you gotten up? I'm waiting for you to eat. Miss Su Mo is already waiting there."
Asakawa Mo covered the phone and said loudly to the door: "Okay, okay, I understand, come down right now."