Xueba, don't leave after school!

Chapter 155 I drank it myself

The imperial capital is huge.

There are more than 2000 million people living in a place of [-] square kilometers.

It is very difficult to meet a specific person among these more than 2000 million people.

It has been more than four months since Han Shiyan's WeChat was deleted.

Once or twice, when Jiang Mu got off work and stood on the side of the road waiting for the car, she would have a whim, would Han Shiyan suddenly drive out from somewhere and say that he wanted to take her home?

But Jiang Mu had this kind of thought, and it was only once or twice.

In the past four months, Jiang Mu has been pushed many times by the director He Youchuan.

She has been pushed to resign.

But every time He Youchuan pushed her manuscript, he came back to brainwash her with chicken soup.

"Xiao Mu, we want to make high-quality goods, why can't Guoman come up all the time? Is it really our countrymen who can't do it? No! No one is willing to do it!"

"What other people do is their business! But since we have done it, we must do it well. We must have the spirit of ingenuity and be in awe of the industry we do, don't you think?"

"This movie..."

Jiang Mu was tired of hearing these words, she pinched her ears: "Well, director, let me interrupt, it is more reasonable for you to treat me to a hot pot directly."

Jiang Mu sometimes felt that He Youchuan didn't tell her about those chicken soups, but He Youchuan told herself.

It was not easy for He Youchuan, a few times when she went to find him, she heard the producer arguing with He Youchuan.

Jiang Mu worked overtime to catch up on the draft and was overthrown, but he just felt that the work was too difficult.

He Youchuan was the director, he was under pressure from all directions, but he kept cheering for his subordinates.

He is a very tough and serious person, and Jiang Mu was moved by this.

As soon as He Youchuan heard Jiang Mu's words, he knew that she had given up on the idea of ​​resigning, and said with a smile: "Eating hot pot is a trivial matter!"

*
That night, the people in the group went out to eat hot pot together.

He Youchuan asked his assistant to choose a hot pot restaurant that is very popular in the imperial capital. Usually, they have to queue for at least three or four 10 minutes when they come to eat. Fortunately, they booked a few large boxes in advance.

It was already early August.

The air-conditioning in the hot pot restaurant is fully turned on, but the steaming hot pot is numbing and spicy, and it still feels hot.

On weekdays, He Youchuan was very strict with them, and everyone worked under high pressure.

After finally coming out for dinner, everyone was holding back their energy and wanted to get back their money by eating and drinking from He Youchuan.

Case after case of beer was ordered, and Jiang Mu also drank some.

He Youchuan was given alcohol in turn.

But he has been in the entertainment industry for so many years, and participated in countless entertainments in order to attract sponsorship and investment, drinking this little wine is nothing at all.

In the end, the people on the table fell one after another, but He Youchuan remained awake.

Jiang Mu couldn't bear it anymore and went to the bathroom several times. He came back dizzy and just sat down, then got up and walked out in a stumbling manner.

Seeing this, He Youchuan said, "Hey, Xiao Mu, are you alright?"

Without looking back, Jiang Mu waved at him, indicating that she was okay.

She leaned on the wall and walked out slowly.

*
The bathroom is a bit crowded.

Jiang Mu just came out after washing her hands in the toilet, when someone behind her walked by and squeezed her, the force was not strong, but she was already drunk at this time, her foot was unsteady, and she fell backwards.

Jiang Mu panicked for a moment, thinking self-destructively, wondering if this fall could be considered a work-related injury.

But at the next moment, her waist suddenly tightened, and she was firmly encircled by a powerful arm, and fell into a warm embrace.

At this time, Jiang Mu's feet were light and his reaction was a little slow.

When she realized that she was being held in someone's arms at this moment, the person holding her behind had slowly moved away, only reaching out to hold her shoulder.

Then the man's slightly deep voice sounded: "Can you stand still?"

The familiar voice made Jiang Mu froze.

There were quite a few people coming and going at the bathroom exit, and those who passed by would glance at Jiang Mu.

Jiang Mu leaned to the side of the road before turning to look at the speaker.

Han Shiyan was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt, the sleeves were rolled up casually, revealing a sharp forearm, and those bony hands were still supporting Jiang Mu's shoulders.

Restraint and alienation.

For a moment, Jiang Mu felt that he was dreaming.

She moved her gaze upwards again, and met Shang Han Shiyan's concerned eyes and slightly frowned brows.

But her focus is not here, but on his hair.

The last time I saw him was March Chunhan.

At that time, Han Shiyan's hair was still a little long, and the tip of his forehead was just above his eyebrows.

But this time, Han Shiyan's hair was much shorter, exposing his entire forehead, which looked clean and sparse.

Jiang Mu stared at his hair and asked, "Did you cut your hair?"

Han Shiyan was startled, as if he didn't expect her to ask such an insignificant matter.

He nodded: "Yes."

Jiang Mu wore a light pink dress today. Because she wanted to eat hot pot, her long hair was loosely tied behind her back, and a few strands of hair fell down. Her usually clear and bright eyes were covered with mist, and her cheeks were a little flushed. .

She looked up at him like this, with a gentle and touching look.

Han Shiyan's Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was deeper than before: "The weather is too hot, so I cut it shorter."

Jiang Mu nodded blankly: "Oh."

Under normal circumstances, she would have said "thank you" coldly, turned around and left.

Jiang Mu was already [-]% drunk and only [-]% sober.

Leaning against the wall, she said to Han Shiyan very kindly: "I'm going back to the box first, my colleagues are still here."

He was really a little drunk, and his speech was slow and limp.

The corners of Han Shiyan's lips curled up slightly, and he slowed down and asked her, "Can you still go?"

"Yes." After Jiang Mu finished speaking, as if to prove that she was not lying, she raised her foot and walked forward.

But it started shaking after taking two steps.

Han Shiyan followed closely behind, saw her feet shaking, and supported her.

Then he asked for her opinion: "Shall I send you back?"

Jiang Mu blinked his eyes, as if thinking about the feasibility of this matter.

Han Shiyan pursed his lips: "I just sent you there."

Jiang Mu nodded: "Hand."

Han Shiyan was startled, and stretched out his hand.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, Jiang Mu took his arm and walked forward half leaning on him.

Han Shiyan froze for a moment, and kept a suitable distance with great restraint, letting Jiang Mu rely on him to use his strength to move forward.

The two walked slowly, and Han Shiyan asked abruptly, "Why do you drink so much?"

He wanted to ask just now.

"I drank it myself." Jiang Mu was very talkative at this time, and whispered after finishing speaking: "The pressure is too great, the director's requirements are too high..."

Han Shiyan listened quietly as she muttered all the way.

But this road always has an end.

Soon, they arrived at the door of Jiang Mu's box.

(End of this chapter)