"..." This standard of liking and disliking is really arbitrary.
"Mommy, do you like Uncle Xiao?"
"..." Sun Qian was startled and her eyes averted, "Why would you ask that?"
The little guy put down the remote control and curled his lips and said, "Because you treat him differently from others."
"What's different?"
The little guy rubbed his chin and thought for a long time, "Well... I can't tell. Anyway, I just feel that you treat him differently from others, and you treat him differently from your godfather."
"..." Is it obvious? Sun Qian touched her face, a little distracted.
The book says that you can't hide the look in someone's eyes that you like. Could it be that...she reveals something when she doesn't pay attention to it?
Sun Qian bit her lip.
Then...did he find out?
"Mommy, Mommy!"
"ah?"
The little guy complained, "You're distracted again!"
"Sorry..." Sun Qian was a little flustered, "Chenchen, you can play by yourself for a while, okay, mommy can go back to the room and work?"
"Hey, don't you usually work at night?"
"Uncle Xiao is coming to the house for dinner tonight, and Mommy is worried that it will be late and the update will be delayed.
Also, after "Lost Alone" starts shooting, Mommy will accompany you on the set. Mommy plans to adjust her schedule and try to work during the day from now on."
"OK."
The little guy knew that staying up late was bad for his health. He was very happy to hear what Mommy said. He quickly pushed Sun Qian to the room and said, "Mommy, go to work quickly. Chenchen can play by herself."
"Okay, remember to check the video surveillance when someone rings the doorbell, and don't open the door to strangers."
"I know, I'm not a three-year-old child."
"……"next door.
Guan Yong did have work today. As soon as he entered the living room, he magically pulled out a thick stack of scripts from behind, "Dang, dang, dang! This is for you."
"The script of "Lost Alone"?"
"bingo!"
Guan Yong chuckled, "I know you have finished reading this novel, but the script has been slightly changed. Anyway, you don't have any work arrangements these two days. When you have nothing to do, just read the script. It's best to write the lines quickly.
Backed up.
I have read the script, and compared to the original work, the lines have not changed much. If you take a closer look, the director is already making arrangements, and he will almost join the cast in two days."
"Um!"
"The Lost Son" is a male-dominated movie. It mainly tells the story of the male protagonist losing his wife and daughter, and then the only remaining son disappears.
The whole film is about him following clues to find the child, so all the plots of this drama revolve around the male protagonist.
Ji Yehuo casually flipped through two pages and put down the script, "Urge the director to get Chenchen's script as soon as possible."
Guan Yong winked and bumped Ji Yehuo's shoulder with his shoulder, "Yehuo, you are very fond of that child.
Say! Do you love the house and the bird?"
"piss off!"
Ji Yehuo squeezed him away, "I want to take advantage of these two days to have more scenes with him, so that the little guy can slow down the process of the crew after he joins the set."
"real?"
Ji Yehuo glanced at him, "Otherwise!"
"……"All right.
Don't admit it and pull me down.
Guan Yong nodded, "I'll call the director later and ask him to send the script by courier within the same city."
"Um!"
The two of them talked about Ji Yehuo's follow-up work again. After the conversation, Guan Yong couldn't sit still.
"Well, if it's okay, I'll leave first."
"Tsk—" Ji Yehuo couldn't stand his look and said disdainfully, "Strict wife control!"
"So what?"
Guan Yong looked like he was enjoying it, "It's better than this single dog like you!"
"..." "I follow you all over the world all year round. I finally have two days off to run errands for you. Is it easy for me?"
Guan Yong grabbed his coat and walked out, "I have nothing in common with a single guy like you. I'll go home and be with my wife!"
Ji Yehuo laughed and scolded, "It's rolling, it's an eyesore!"
"Yehuo, I'm not talking about you. You're not too young anymore and it's time to settle down. I'm telling you, a man only feels at home when he has a wife.
Look at me... no matter how late I come home every day, the lights are always on waiting for me. No matter when I come home, there is a hot meal at home.
It's not like you. Your house is deserted no matter what time of the day. The pots and stoves are cold, and I suspect your refrigerator is empty. It's so pitiful."
"..." Ji Yehuo's face was as dark as a pot, and he threw a pillow at it, "Oh! You are jealous of my life as a single aristocrat."
"No matter how noble you are, you are not just single."
Guan Yong caught the pillow and threw it on the sofa, "I'm telling you seriously, you really should think about your personal issues. Anyway, you have changed from an idol to a powerful person. Even if you fall in love and get married, you won't have to worry about it."
The powder will fall off."
"Choosing a wife is not like choosing carrots and greens. Do you think it's that easy?"
"Hehe, anyway, you should worry more about yourself."
Ji Yehuo waved his hand impatiently, "I know, get out of here."
Guan Yong then opened the door and left.
...as soon as Guan Yong left.
Ji Yehuo was the only one left in the huge house.
He leaned on the sofa, looked at the deserted house, raised his head and sighed helplessly, "Oh! You really don't want me to find you. What can I do if I can't meet my heart?"
He was a little thirsty, so he put on his slippers and went to the kitchen refrigerator to find something to drink.
The refrigerator is open.
There was nothing inside except a few cans of beer and mineral water.
Just like Guan Yong said...empty.
Ji Yehuo felt irritable and closed the refrigerator again with a bang.
Damn.
He turned around and went back to the sofa, sat down on the sofa, and turned over the script.
Want to say.
Ji Yehuo is still very dedicated. Every time he shoots a movie, he will thoroughly read the script first, and as long as he is reading the script, he can discard all the messy thoughts in his head.
But today... he opened the script and looked at the rows of fonts on it. They were all words he was familiar with, but when they were connected together, he couldn't understand what they meant.
"wipe!"
I can't stand it at all.
Ji Yehuo closed the script irritably. He pulled his hair, and all that echoed in his head were what Guan Yong had just said to him.
these years.
Seeing the people around him getting single one by one, he was also anxious.
But...he will never meet someone who can make his heart beat faster like that dead woman. What can he do?
Thinking of that dead woman, Ji Yehuo gritted his teeth with hatred.
Lin Wanwan, Lin Wanwan.
You've done me a disservice.
"..." In such a quiet house, you could hear the sound of a pin dropping on the ground. In this environment, Ji Yehuo felt even more pitiful.
He stood up suddenly.
No! Go find a popular guy next door, otherwise he will go crazy.