nglan shook her head. She hadn't done anything, in fact, she had always been a burden to him. 。Mrs. Fu continued, "Although I feel sorry for him, as a mother, I am really proud of him." 。This is a lin...At his tone of voice, Lu Yaoyao suddenly sat up. Was an afternoon's worth of sadness and sorrow just a joke to him

Her eyes were red and swollen, her voice hoarse:

"Stop talking to me like I'm a child. Don't you think I'm old enough to understand"

Gu Ruandong reached out again and pulled her into his arms, his strength too great for her to resist.

"Children are not as hard to please as you are."

She was pressed against his chest, listening to the steady and powerful beat of his heart, her nose stinging again.

"So now you're starting to dislike me, getting impatient with me. It's okay, if you really don't like me or love me anymore, just say it directly, don't give me the silent treatment like you are today."

"Contempt Impatience Cold violence Where did these words come from" He frowned, cupped her tear-streaked face in his hands, and wiped away her tears with his thumb.

"Yaoyao, I recognize every character you said, but when combined together, I don't understand at all. Is it my comprehension ability that is the problem"

Of course you don't need to understand it literally, because you're putting these things into action. The accusation was clear and angry, unable to be held back. It made me feel bad, but I wanted him to suffer too.

His brows furrowed deeper: "Is that the feeling I'm giving you"

"Yes, that's it." She nodded without hesitation.

He grew somber and asked, "Yao Yao, why did I come to the northwest"

"You are making a film."

"Why make movies"

To make my grandpa happy.

She stopped speaking suddenly, and said no more. He always seemed to know how to unravel her tangled thoughts, easing the anxiety that weighed on her heart bit by bit, like smoke dissipating in the air.

"Yaoyao, I thought I made myself clear last night. It's not that I..."

It's not dislike, but worry and reluctance.

"That cold violence is, you didn't even look at me on the set today, and you directly told the driver to send me back."

"That's not called cold violence, pay attention to your word choice."

What is that called

He was candid and precise in his words: "That's called jealousy."

Lu Yaoyao let out a little giggle, truly feeling like she was being childish. She had cried until her eyes were red and swollen for an entire afternoon, but hearing those four words instantly made her heart soar. Tears still clung to her face, but her eyes had already curved into crescent moons with her smile.

“You seem pretty jealous. I was just having a normal conversation with them.”

"Next time we have a normal conversation, could you maybe control your greedy look"

"Isn't it pleasing to the eye Wouldn't you want to take another look Besides, they're all my rare male fans. I've always been good to my fans, you know that."

His gaze locked onto her face, domineering; "You only have me as your male fan."

Her heart was beating so fast, she felt like she was about to burst.

Gu Ruandong lifted her face: "Still saying you're not a child"

"I am a child, what are you now"

"Well, that's beastly."

He turned over a new leaf, and then did all the things an animal would do.

This room was smaller than the one he lived in, but the only big thing in it was this double bed. The mattress springs were old and worn out, with a slight dip in them. Lu Yaoyao sank into the bed, rising and falling dramatically with his every movement.

Gu Ruandong wasn't feeling well either. The spring was too bouncy, so he couldn't get a good grip.

It's like being suspended in mid-air, floating, wanting to reach out but never quite grasping anything.

Both of their spines were covered in a fine

His sweat was profuse, yet he always fell just short.

She muttered, "My waist hurts," during a break.

He gave a faint smile and then, lowering his head, he kissed her while lifting her into his arms. He carried her into the simple bathroom next door.

Both of them had always been pampered, even at the film studio in the suburbs of Beijing before, it was much better than this environment. This time, it was truly a unique experience.

She was practically airborne the whole time, and by the time he gently set her back on the bed, she was nearly drained.

This bed is really uncomfortable. It's barely bearable when I'm alone, but when someone tall and big sleeps with me, we both sink in deeper, pressed together tightly. It's definitely too cramped and uncomfortable.

"Why don't you just go to your room and sleep" His room had been carefully prepared by the film crew, with a mattress, bedding and everything else provided.

"Good," he smiled, getting up and putting a jacket over her nightgown before heading back to his room.

"My suitcase."

"Just leave it here, in case you think I'm being cold and violent again tomorrow, you'll have somewhere to go."

"Mock me"

"I dare not."

As he spoke, they reached his floor and room. As soon as the door opened, he pushed her against the doorframe and continued.

"Gu Ruan's" voice was swallowed.

After a long silence, he spoke in a deep voice, bringing up old grievances: “Do I dislike you Did I use cold violence against you It seems I haven’t tried hard enough to make you feel it.”

In the dead of night, she pleaded: "I feel it, I really do. Brother, you only have love for me."

It is too late.

For the next two days, Gu Ruandong still wouldn't let her go to the set to meet her so-called fans. While he went to the set in the morning, returned to the hotel at noon to have lunch with her; then went back to the set in the afternoon and came back in the evening to accompany her.

Sleep.

After the third day that the roads in the county town were open, Lu Yaoyao almost scrambled onto the car with her suitcase to go to the airport. One was eager to return to the warm city to take care of her skin, and the other was that during these days at the hotel, she seemed like a woman waiting for her employer to come home and sleep, oh! She didn't mind being slept on at night, but even during the day, she could be slept without saying anything.

This kind of environment is very arousing.

Gu Ruandong originally planned to go back a week later, but because he was sending her off, he left the crew two days early, which happened to coincide with the various subsidiaries reporting their year-end work to the group. It was a good time to go back.

Over a short trip to the northwest, the two had a couple of days of disagreement at first. But for the following three days, they were inseparable except when he was at work on his drama set.

It's still best for two people to maintain some distance.

At a height of ten thousand miles, Gu Ruandong turned his head to look at her, and asked in a low voice:

"Yaoyao, have I been spending too little time with you" He seemed to be dwelling on the cold violence he had inflicted on her before. They couldn't communicate properly at the hotel; every conversation would veer off topic. That's why being up here in the air allowed them to have a normal exchange.

"No, I was just being dramatic that day." She had long since cooled down, her mood now as light and fluffy as the clouds outside the plane window, free from any dust or worry.

"Yo yo, I'm not very good at taking care of girls, and sometimes I can't catch their emotions well. But I'm learning slowly. If there's anything that makes you uncomfortable, please tell me in time. Don't lock yourself in the bathroom to cry secretly or go to another room by yourself again."

"Got it, won't happen again. But brother, don't you have some doubts about your own abilities"

"Misunderstanding"

"Huh"

You're really good at picking up on girls' emotions, what are you not so good at

From the very beginning of flirting with her to taking care of her now, he's a real master.

Gu Ruandong had originally been in a gloomy mood, but when she said that, he instantly brightened up and smiled: "What I mean is, it can still be better."exclusive place ordinary people couldn't enter. And the director was a well-known figure he knew, and Cai, the head of Dongyang Film and Television, was also here. He had no right to speak his opinion...