Mrs. Lu picked it up

The two turned their heads, and the housekeeper handed over the ointment: "Ma'am, I forgot about the injury on your arm in the morning, sir asked me to bring it. Do you apply it yourself or should I help you?"

Song Li looked down. This ointment was specially developed by the domestic medical team. It not only treats trauma, but also has excellent scar removal effect.

She has a scarred body, but Lu Jingchuan is not clear about this matter.

The only one who can choose the ointment so carefully is probably only Grandma Lu who brought it out as a housekeeper.

Song Li pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "Thank you, butler."

The housekeeper hurriedly waved his hand: "Madam, how dare I accept your thank you? It's just that Mr. has always been thinking about you in his heart. You must not wrong yourself because you are angry with him."

……

After sending Song Li away, the housekeeper went upstairs again.

In the bedroom, a male servant was cleaning Lu Jingchuan's wound and applying medicine.

When the butler entered, Lu Jingchuan's shirt was half worn, the buttons hadn't been buttoned yet, and the neckline showed strong and smooth muscle lines.

While cleaning up the room, the housekeeper saw the potted plants on the windowsill.

The leaves are half yellow and are about to die.

"Sir!" The butler was startled.

This pot of orchids was photographed by someone Lu Jingchuan entrusted. It is a small pot of eight figures, and the watering and temperature must be strictly controlled.

After Song Li had a miscarriage, the housekeeper moved in because she was afraid that she would be in a bad mood.

Only four or five days later, the leaves turned yellow.

The housekeeper was so distressed that he subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold it, and felt the viscous liquid in his palm, as well as the bitter taste that hit his face.

She bent down, sniffed, and looked sideways at Lu Jingchuan.

Lu Jingchuan frowned, the gardener who was invited to take care of the small garden in the yard said that this potted flower would bloom this year without any accidents, it's really a pity that it has died now.

"When it dies, I take a pot and take it out and throw it away."

Lu Jingchuan has always been rich and powerful, but the housekeeper didn't move, but with a hesitant expression, he said, "Sir, the medicine I boiled for my wife seems like she didn't even drink it."

With that said, the housekeeper hugged the orchid.

The smell of traditional Chinese medicine was originally diluted a lot by the fresh smell in the room, but the smell was still very strong as soon as it came close.

The house was big enough, and Song Li poured Chinese medicine for three days, but no one found out.

The housekeeper remembered that Su Chenwu personally prescribed Song Li's medicine. Although Song Li didn't show it clearly at the time, everyone could tell that Song Li was already devastated by the loss of her child.

This medicine is mainly for conditioning.

Su Chenwu was thinking that Song Li's body should be recuperated as soon as possible so that she could continue to conceive and have another child.

Song Li also knew about it.

But she fell.

In other words, she doesn't want to have any more children at the moment.

The housekeeper felt a little sad, "Sir, how can the wife ruin my body like this?"

"She doesn't want to drink, so don't waste my flowers." Lu Jingchuan's eyebrows suddenly turned cold, like a snowfall in winter, gradually piled up into a cold river: "In the future, don't force the medicine that Mrs. Lu doesn't want to take. She. You are my housekeeper, not her mother!"

At this moment, Lu Jingchuan's cell phone rang, and the housekeeper handed the cell phone to Lu Jingchuan, who had put it on the bedside table, and accidentally saw the name on the screen of the cell phone.

Shan, a word danced crazily on the screen.

……

Song Li and Yunmeng hurried to the film crew.

Because Song Li is pretty, the director didn't give Song Li any face at first.

In addition, she studied hard, and the director occasionally showed a smile.

After studying all morning, Song Li figured out one thing with Yunmeng and the director.

She is the heroine of this literary drama.

Before that, she thought that Nan Huai was just planning to give her a female third, enter the entertainment industry for the first time, star in the first drama, and be the heroine. Song Li felt that Nan Huai was really crazy.

In the afternoon, Nan Huai came to visit the set and brought cold drinks for the whole crew.

Yunmeng was holding a small electric fan in his hand, and was already dying of heat. When he saw Nanhuai, his eyes almost lit up.

Because Song Li was a newcomer, even if they played the heroine, Yunmeng and Song Li didn't put on airs and helped Nanhuai's secretary distribute cold drinks for everyone.

After finishing her work, Song Li wiped off her sweat and returned to Nan Huai's side.

Today he was wearing a white shirt with a little light green in it, the tear mole glistened in the sun, when Nan Huai lowered his eyes, his eyelashes seemed to be able to be swept up.

Even if he was immune to Lu Jingchuan's handsome face every day, he was already immune to the beauty of a man, but when he saw Nanhuai, he still couldn't help being stunned.

These men are always so superior in innate conditions, it is easy for those around them to feel ashamed.

As soon as she approached, Nan Huai handed her a cup of fruit tea.

Take it, it's warm.

"Mr. Nan, it's very hot."

Nan Huai's lips rose, like a spring breeze blowing on his face, "You can't drink cold, feel wronged."

Just less than a week after miscarriage, avoid raw and cold.

The gentleness of this man seems to be engraved in his bones.

"Mr. Nan, you didn't say you wanted me to be the heroine." Song Li looked at him.

"Why does your name Nan sound so awkward? Call me by my name." Nan Huai said in a low voice.

"Isn't it good?" Song Li was not blind, so she could see that the crew, including the director, were all respectful to Nan Huai.

It was too prominent for her to call Nan Huai's name alone.

"How can I say that I am also your savior, I don't agree to such a small request."

Song Li couldn't laugh or cry and glanced at him: "Brother, is this the only way to save lives?"

"Let's get down to business, I really can't play the heroine, you still have time to find someone."

Nan Huai didn't let go: "This show hasn't started yet, do you know why?"

Song Li looked over, and he looked not far away.

The crew she came to learn to find a camera seat was not an art film, but another drama directed by the director, called "Xia Guang".

""Xia Guang" is behind the art drama, but because I couldn't find a suitable candidate, it was delayed and never filmed."

"Before the screenwriter signed the script, he was always picky about the heroine. When I saw you, I thought you were suitable, and I gave your photo to the screenwriter. He was very satisfied."

Nan Huai went on to say: "We have been preparing for this drama for many years, aiming to win awards. Of course, I didn't say this to put pressure on you. We don't aim for the best actress. And although the heroine is the heroine, But there are really not as many shots as you think, you just need to do as the director said."

"Although the director is easy to talk about now, but if you're doing something wrong, he's still very aggressive in cursing people."

Song Li took a sip of the fruit tea and didn't speak.

What Nan Huai was most worried about was not Song Li's acting skills, but that actors were born for the camera.

He was most worried that Song Li couldn't find the camera, entered his own world, directed and acted by himself, and moved alone.