Through Liangchen's cell phone, Jing Haohao faintly heard the part of the phone call, and a female voice came out, sweet and sweet: "Brother Liangchen..."
With just three words, the receiver of the phone was pressed against Liangchen's ear, making Jinghao unable to hear the rest of the words.
Liangchen kept a lukewarm expression on his face. After listening for a long time, he softly said "yes" into his phone and said, "Okay, see you tonight."
Then, he cut off the call, turned his head and looked at Jing Haohao: "Remember to take your medicine later. If you feel particularly uncomfortable, remember to call me."
Jinghao nodded casually, his mind filled with the last words he said to Qianhua.
The car fell silent.
After a while, Jing Haohao raised his head and said in a calm voice to Liangchen: "I'm going up first."
"Well, slow down."
Jing Haohao said nothing, opened the car door, lowered his head slightly, and quickly got out of the car.
When Jing Haohao closed the car door, Liangchen said again: "Okay, goodbye."
Jing paused for a moment, closed the door gently, then turned around and walked towards the hotel.
Liangchen watched Jing Haohao's figure disappear and then watched the lights in 507's room turn on before he started the car and left.
At last night's charity gala, he agreed to his mother's help and accompanied Qian Hua in a scene, just to promote her upcoming movie in a few days.
But tonight, it was someone from the old house who wanted to make up for his birthday. Qianhua called and asked when he would arrive. He said that everyone at home was here and waiting for him.
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In the evening, Jing finished memorizing the script, took medicine, lay on the bed, tossing and turning, and couldn't sleep.
Xian'er was already fast asleep, and the room was unusually quiet. Jing Haohao opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling, and listened to the ticking sound of the clock on the wall, feeling a tightness in his chest.
She took out her mobile phone and watched the news for a while. Not knowing what was going on, she went to Qianhua's Sina Weibo.
She has many fans, tens of millions, and the number of Weibo posts and replies easily exceeds 100,000.
There are many photos of her on her Weibo. She is beautiful, generous, intellectual, and exuding a sense of nobility. One look at her and Liangchen, and you can tell that she belongs to the same family.
Jing Haohao has never been a woman who is good at jealousy. She does not have much love and vanity. If she had, she would not have persevered with Shen Liangnian from such poverty. However, she found that deep down in her heart, at this time
There was an emotion that I don't know if it was jealousy or envy.
She turned her phone down indifferently when she saw Qianhua posted a new Weibo post. The text on the Weibo post was very simple: I made it myself.
A birthday cake is included below.
The birthday cake didn't look pretty, it was taken with one hand holding it.
The hand was very beautiful, with slender joints and full fingertips. Especially the watch on the wrist was something she could never be familiar with.
That is the hand of good times.
Jing Haohao felt as if a stone was pressing on her chest for an instant, making her breathless. She threw the phone aside and closed her eyes, but she couldn't sleep anymore.
I was thinking about some things in my mind, and suddenly I felt my stomach churn.
Jing Haohao raised her hand and covered her mouth. Afraid of disturbing Xian'er, she walked into the bathroom very gently.
