"No, you can't leave!" Grandpa said urgently, and looked at me pleadingly: "Yingying, just treat it as grandpa begging you, okay, let her stay?"
"..." I said nothing and kept an indifferent attitude.
"Grandpa is already old, do you really want me to kneel down to you?" Grandpa said, his knees bent and he almost knelt down. Fortunately, Mok Wenfeng held him in time.
"Dad, what are you doing... You can't kneel down... My daughter is not worth what you do, Dad..." As she spoke, tears fell again, looking like she was regretful: "It's all my fault.
, it’s all my fault... I’m sorry dad, I’m sorry... Yingying... I’m sorry for you... Wuwuwu..."
I'm tired of watching this kind of drama she plays, and I've had enough! I don't want to pay attention to it, but I have to pay attention to grandpa. His pleading eyes, I can't bear to refuse, and my heart trembles when I see him almost kneeling down.
It hurts!
"You can do whatever you want, I don't care!" I said that and turned around and rushed out.
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When I returned to the set, I pretended as if nothing had happened and continued filming.
No matter how many worries there are, the show must continue to be filmed, just like life must continue.
Su Yun has been looking for opportunities to talk to me, but I pretended to be busy filming and didn't want to be alone with him. He also saw that I didn't want to talk, so he never asked me.
The filming went quite smoothly, and the scene was completed in one day.
I dragged my tired body into the locker room and saw Su Yun walking towards me: "Let's have supper together."
"I won't go, I'm going to lose weight." I passed him and continued walking forward, but he stopped me: "I want to talk to you."
"I'm very tired and don't want to say anything." I wanted to leave, but he wouldn't let me.
"Why are you running away from me!"
His words made me startled. Indeed, I was running away from him. Why was I running away from him?
I looked around and saw that no one was passing by, so I said to him, "Then tell me! If you have anything to say, just say it here." I leaned against the wall, waiting for him to ask questions.
"What's the report in the newspaper? Is what Lu Mingxuan said true? Do you really want to marry him?" he asked quickly.
I suddenly felt like he was questioning me, and I suddenly became irritable: "Why do you question me? What is my relationship with you? Do I have to explain my affairs to you? Whether I marry him or not is none of your business.