After wearing a book after the half-moon shadow, he was favored on the headlines

Amused in his heart, An Zhengye deliberately put a quail egg into his mouth in front of Mo Xiaoyu.

Mo Xiaoyu opened his eyes wide to see his reaction.

"taste good or not?"

An Zhengye didn't answer, but just put another one into Mo Xiaoyu's bowl.

"What are you doing for me, don't you like to eat?" Mo Xiaoyu was slightly stunned.

"Not to my liking." An Zhengye said flatly.

"Alright then, I won't be polite." Mo Xiaoyu smiled with eyebrows and eyes crooked.

What a snack, An Zhengye slandered in his heart, but the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

Mo Xiaoyu took a sip of the soup and asked in a natural tone: "Is Xue Jingrou also involved in the bar? How are you going to deal with her?"

After asking, Mo Xiaoyu pretended to be eating, but was actually waiting for An Zhengye's answer with some anticipation.

But An Zhengye fell silent and did not answer.

In his silence, Mo Xiaoyu's warm heart cooled down bit by bit.

She lowered her eyes, quietly looking at the food in the bowl, and suddenly lost her appetite.

Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.

The last meal ended abruptly in silence.

Walking out of the small restaurant, the night was already dark, and the dim moonlight illuminated the alleyway.

Xu Wei led the way with a flashlight. Mo Xiaoyu and An Zhengye walked one after the other. The alley was quiet except for the rustling of footsteps.

After leaving the alley, An Zhengye said, "I'll see you off."

"No..." Mo Xiaoyu wanted to refuse, but a gust of cold wind blew over, making Mo Xiaoyu shiver, blowing away her little stubbornness.

"sorry to bother you."

After Mo Xiaoyu finished speaking, he opened the door and got into the car, leaving only the back of An Zhengye's head.

An Zhengye followed helplessly.

Xu Wei quickly started the car and drove towards the hotel.

The atmosphere in the car was a little dull.

As soon as Mo Xiaoyu got into the car, she looked out the window. It was pitch black outside, with only scattered street lights, and she didn't know what she was looking at.

An Zhengye sighed softly, his eyes flicked to the back of her head.

She had a bun on her head, and a strand of hair fell from it.

Like its owner, it is naughty and not very obedient.

An Zhengye reached out his hand to hold Mo Xiaoyu up, and when he pulled up his hair, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of her lower back.

His eyes dimmed, and he asked in a deep voice, "Why do you have a scar on your lower back?"

"What?" Mo Xiaoyu was in a daze, unable to hear An Zhengye's question clearly.

An Zhengye had no choice but to repeat it again.

This time Mo Xiaoyu heard it clearly, and said in a panic: "I accidentally hurt it."

"What hurt it?" An Zhengye frowned, staring at Mo Xiaoyu tightly with his deep eyes.

Mo Xiaoyu avoided his gaze, felt guilty, but said with a nonchalant face: "It's filming, bumps and bumps are inevitable, and I don't remember what hurt it."

An Zhengye's eyes were full of doubts, obviously he didn't believe it.

"It's all good anyway, so don't ask." Mo Xiaoyu became more and more panicked.

Afraid of An Zhengye's questioning, she quickly yawned: "I'm so sleepy, I'll squint for a while, and call me when I get there."

After speaking, Mo Xiaoyu put on the hat of his down jacket, leaned against the car window, and pretended to be asleep.

An Zhengye frowned, stared at her for a while, then looked away, and sighed softly.

The wound looks like a postoperative scar, why does Xiao Yu refuse to admit it?
An Zhengye couldn't figure it out, he just felt that there was a thin layer of fog covering his eyes, as long as someone was willing to reach out and push it away, the truth would be revealed.

But now Xue Jingrou's situation has not been clarified, and Mo Xiaoyu refuses to tell the truth, the whole thing has become complicated and confusing.

Mo Xiaoyu's heart was beating wildly, and she only breathed a sigh of relief when An Zhengye's burning gaze moved away.

How did An Zhengye see her scar?
Mo Xiaoyu subconsciously wanted to touch his waist, but suddenly remembered the experience of being stared at twice, his whole face burned red, and his heart beat even harder.

The car was very quiet, her beating heart seemed to be right next to her ears, Mo Xiaoyu wondered if she beat it louder, An Zhengye could hear it.

Not able to think about it anymore, Mo Xiaoyu buried his face, closed his eyes and quickly hypnotized himself.

I don't know if the hypnosis worked, or if she was really tired, she fell asleep at some point, and she didn't even know when the car stopped.

"Here we are." An Zhengye's voice rang in his ears.

Mo Xiaoyu was in a trance for a moment, and then suddenly woke up when he saw An Zhengye's face.

"The film and television base is here, I'll get out of the car right away." Mo Xiaoyu straightened up in a panic, lowering his head to untie his seat belt.

But her hat was against her and blocked her view. Mo Xiaoyu's arms were numb from sleep, and he didn't take it off for a long time, but it got tighter and tighter.

"Slow down." An Zhengye helplessly helped Mo Xiaoyu unbuckle his seat belt, and took off his hat.

"Thank you." Mo Xiaoyu's entire face was flushed because of the busyness just now, and now he regained the light, showing an expression of the rest of his life after a catastrophe. .

An Zhengye was amused by her childish reaction, feeling helpless and funny in his heart.

"Thank you for taking me back." Mo Xiaoyu opened the door and got out of the car.

Seeing that An Zhengye was going to get off the car, Mo Xiaoyu hurriedly stopped him: "You don't need to see him off, we will be at the hotel in a few steps."

"Okay, you pay attention to safety." An Zhengye stayed in the car for fear of driving the coward into a hurry.

Mo Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief, immediately closed the car door, waved to him, turned and left.

As if afraid of being chased by someone, Mo Xiaoyu walked quickly and hurriedly.

When she was out of sight, An Zhengye looked away: "Drive."

"Yes, Mr. An." Xu Wei replied, and slowly started the car.

The Maybach slowly drove away from the gate of the film and television base.

The trace of the car hadn't disappeared completely, and a slender figure stepped out from the shadow beside the door.

Xue Jingrou watched An Zhengye's car disappear with jealousy, and then looked at the direction in which Mo Xiaoyu disappeared.

"Why are they together so late?" Xue Jingrou gritted her teeth.

She hadn't seen An Zhengye for several days, and she didn't expect him to meet Mo Xiaoyu late at night.

What the hell did they do...

But it doesn't matter anymore, Xue Jingrou suddenly showed a sinister smile.

"Mo Xiaoyu... Let's see how long you can be proud..."

A fine winter rain fell at night, and it cleared up in the morning.

The sun is exceptionally bright, and the weather is not even like winter.

Mo Xiaoyu didn't even wear a down jacket, but came to the set in a windbreaker.

"The sun is so warm today." Mo Xiaoyu greeted the makeup artist while applying makeup.

"It's really warm. You can put some warm stickers on the costumes later." The makeup artist said with a smile.

Mo Xiaoyu recalled today's plot: "We still need to post more."

"Okay." The makeup artist had no objection, and quickly helped Mo Xiaoyu get dressed.

Mo Xiaoyu felt warm all over his body, and when he walked to the set, he was very grateful for his decision.

There is no other reason. Today's scene was shot outdoors.

In order to get closer to Li Yan, Gu Ruoran couldn't see him at night, so he could only play the role of accompanying Li Yan while handing water and wiping sweat while Li Yan was dancing his sword, even in order to get to know Li Yan better. , Gu Ruoran also specially studied what the various weapons on the knife rack were.

Looking at the script, Mo Xiaoyu pretended to be unhappy and said, "Where am I playing the princess, it's clearly your little maid."

"Haha, what a handsome little maid." Fu Bo deliberately teased Mo Xiaoyu.

"Hmph, handsome, did you learn your adjectives from "Liao Zhai"?" Mo Xiaoyu said angrily.

"You are so talented." Fu Bo laughed out loud.

Mo Xiaoyu was pretending to be angry, but also laughed.

The waiting area was filled with cheers and laughter.

Not long after, Director An came and started walking with the two actors.

Walking to the knife stand, Director An warned: "This knife stand is full of real knives and swords, so be careful when filming."

Mo Xiaoyu looked at the sword shining coldly in the sun, and nodded seriously: "I know, I will pay attention."

After taking the position, the filming officially started.

Fu Bo danced with a sword in the center of the venue, and he was very powerful.

Mo Xiaoyu was wearing a long white dress, shivering in the wind, and had to act like he was very happy and adoring.

After Fu Bo finished dancing the sword, Mo Xiaoyu immediately handed over the towel, and boasted sincerely: "Your Highness, you are so powerful."

Fu Bo wiped his sweat expressionlessly, gave Mo Xiaoyu a disdainful look, turned around and left.

Before leaving, he said: "What do you know?"

"Your Highness..." Mo Xiaoyu looked at Fu Bo's back in disappointment, and stomped his feet unwillingly.

"Why is daddy the prime minister? If he's a general, I'll understand." Mo Xiaoyu pouted unhappily.

She picked up the sword that Fu Bo had thrown on the table, and hid it with a handkerchief, and suddenly her eyes lit up: "I don't understand, I can learn it, Bing Ning, go find the weapon manual."

"Yes, miss." The servant girl blessed her body and immediately withdrew.

As soon as she left, Mo Xiaoyu played with the sword in his hand, but unfortunately the sword was too heavy for her to hold it.

"The prince's strength is really great." Mo Xiaoyu sighed, put away his sword, and rolled his eyes: "I can choose a weapon that suits me, and when the time comes, I will combine my swords with him."

After Mo Xiaoyu finished speaking, his whole face turned red, as if he was ashamed by his bold speech.

Covering her face shyly, she walked towards the knife holder.

When he walked to the knife stand, the light of the knife flashed onto Mo Xiaoyu's eyes.

Following the action stipulated in the script, she stretched out her hand and lightly touched one of the knives.

"Hiss." She made a gesture of scratching her hand on purpose, and withdrew her fingers.

Mo Xiaoyu was worried about how the performance here would be real, but he actually cut his finger.

It really deserves to be a real sword.

Mo Xiaoyu sighed in his heart, and immediately put his finger in his mouth to suck it.

"This knife is so sharp." As soon as he finished feeling, before he could raise his head, he heard a burst of exclamation from the scene.

"careful!"

"The knife holder is about to fall!"

"Quickly open!"

Mo Xiaoyu was still immersed in the performance, and didn't realize what everyone was shouting for a while.

It wasn't until there was a beeping sound that she realized that everyone was shouting at her again.

When she raised her head, she saw several knives falling towards her with a cold light!