box office poison

Chapter 11 chapter 10
I ate three bowls of white rice in one go, and Huang Ma, who I pulled up to cook in the middle of the night, stood by, dumbfounded.

The corners of her mouth twitched again and again, and her eyes changed from "Do you want to eat?" to "You don't want to eat anymore?" , you really ate it!"

From the beginning to the end, Shen Lynch just sat on the sidelines and watched silently, until I took the last bite of the meal and leaned against the back of the chair and couldn't eat anymore, he pursed the corners of his mouth and reached out to pick up the food I put on the table. The empty bowl was handed to Huang Ma, who had already been stunned, and waved to her.

Huang Ma held the bowl and left in a daze, leaving behind me, who was full of food, and Mr. Shen with a strange expression, staring wide-eyed.

For some reason, I suddenly realized that I had lost my composure just now, so I explained in embarrassment: "That... Actually, I'm not like this..."

"What's that like?" He raised his eyebrows and asked me, tapping his fingers on the table rhythmically.

This guy was really laughing at me, but I didn't get annoyed by it. On this unusual night, I lost more face in front of him than we did in three years together. I have already given up on myself.

I raised my hand to make a gesture and said, "Usually, the bowl I eat in is even smaller."

He continued to tap on the table with his fingers, without saying a word.

Seeing him like this, I didn't know where the courage came from, so I went all out and said, "Also, I usually don't eat Western food!"

"Oh?" His fingers stopped tapping, and he cast his deep eyes on me.

I strengthened my courage and continued: "I don't eat sweets either, it's too greasy."

I thought that when I said this, he would at least show a little bit of guilt, and then said to me with apology that I would never take you to eat Western food again, but that was not the case.

He withdrew his gaze, and faintly uttered a very flat sentence, he said, "I can see it."

In just four words, I was shocked!
It turns out that this guy knows that I don't like western food, but he always takes me there for every meal. Is he playing tricks on me?Or are you kidding me?Or are you kidding me?

I was angry, and I gritted my teeth and asked, "Since you know, why do you still force me?"

"Did I ever force you?" He asked back, "Or, did you ever say not to go?"

I was stopped by the question, and I tried to recall it hard, and found that I had never seemed to disagree with his opinion for a long time.

but!

I quickly recovered, jumped out of his illogical question, and asked, "If I say no, will you agree?"

A strange expression flashed between Shen Linqi's eyebrows, probably thinking that I was a little white rabbit who was full, and he didn't look like he had the guts to question him, but soon he smiled again.

I always feel that it's okay for him to keep a straight face, but when he smiles, it's unpredictable.

"Next time, you can try it." He stood up, left a word, and walked upstairs leisurely.

I was left alone, looking at his back for a long time, and then I hiccupped deeply.

Oh my god, I knew that Huang Ma would use a small bowl...

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I stayed at Shen's house for three days, and my injury gradually improved, and I was finally able to go to filming again.

When I got the notice that I was going back to the studio, I was deeply relieved, and I was secretly happy. I finally didn't have to watch idol dramas with Sister Anna anymore. You know, Sister Anna's tears are extremely low. Every time the screenwriter abused her heart, she would While crying, he grabbed my hand and said, "Honey, if Lynch bullies you like that, you must tell me, and I will beat him for you."

I laughed dryly, thinking to myself, if this is the case, your son should have been beaten into a daughter by you.

Of course, I won't say it in front of her. Although I have to complain all the time, but to be honest, I like sister Anna. From the first time we met, I envy Shen Lynch from the bottom of my heart. mother.

She is simple and kind, and always maintains enthusiasm for life. Talking to her always makes people feel happy. In her eyes, anyone in this world is worthy of trust and love. I think, like Sister Anna It would be very difficult to find another rich wife like this in the whole universe.

So many times, I would rather stay away from her than cheat a kind mother.

On the day I returned to the set, Mr. Shen did not personally see me off because of work. His personal assistant, Xiao Han, drove to pick me up. Linda was sitting in the car, staring at me like a weasel who had been hungry for three days and three nights. Looking at Xiao Han, he kept greeting him.

Linda is 32 years old this year, unmarried, and a legendary Monkey King. She likes Xiao Han's thoughts, and no one with a discerning eye can't see it, except Xiao Han himself.

During the Spring Festival holiday last year, Linda went abroad and spent a lot of money to bring back a cashmere scarf and gave it to Xiao Han. She thought with joy that Xiao Han would understand her feelings.Who would have thought that Xiao Han would give her back a simulated terracotta warrior head bought from Xi'an!
Looking at the black copper head, I was shocked.

I said, "Linda, I think it's better to forget it. In fact, the little Huang in the planning room is quite good to you except for having a bigger belly."

In the end, Linda sternly rejected it. She said that she could accept a man with a big belly, but she definitely could not accept a man with a belly bigger than her chest!
I thought about it and felt that what she said made sense, so I never intervened in Linda's feelings.

It's just that Xiao Han is a little too dull. Seeing Linda's performance so obvious, that guy is still unmoved by beauty, and he drives the car conscientiously, not to mention how dedicated he is.

Next time I have to find a chance to help Linda.

While thinking about it, I took out my phone and went to Weibo.

I haven't been on Weibo for almost three days. Now when I log in, there are suddenly more than 300 messages. The first few hundred messages are all from Qiao fans scolding me. skills.

However, when I turned to the next few pages, I found a row of familiar names.

Little White Rabbit Milkshake 22:28: No way?Is it really that serious?
Little White Rabbit Milkshake 22:35: Didn't you say it was okay last time?
Little White Rabbit Milkshake 22:47: Sister, are you asleep?
Little White Rabbit Milkshake 23:52: Reply to me when you wake up, I’m worried about you, (*^__^*) hee hee.

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Little White Rabbit Milkshake 04:18: Can't sleep, I wonder if you feel better?

Little White Rabbit Milkshake 08:36: Wake up, good morning\(^o^)/~
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Little White Rabbit Milkshake 18:53: Overtime, haven't eaten yet, 55555...

Little White Rabbit Milkshake 19:32: Has sister eaten yet?Are you feeling better today?
……

For some reason, my nose was sore, and tears flowed out immediately.

It's been too long, too long, no one has cared about me like this, so that I even forgot what it's like to be cared about.

"I'm much better, thank you for your concern, where are you from?" I had a strange feeling in my heart when I sent this private message, even though I have repeatedly reiterated that the Internet is illusory, and laughing and cursing are just a paragraph of text. Just punctuation.It should not be attributed to reality, let alone confused with reality.

But I am really curious, what kind of person is such a person who exists in the virtual world but is willing to care about me.

(End of this chapter)