Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

Everyone returned to the courtyard and enthusiastically discussed the game they played today.

After playing the game, the group of people quickly became familiar with each other and were a bit casual with each other. They were complaining about the various embarrassing moments they made while acting. In comparison, Song Qiaoyang seemed much quieter.

Song Qiaoyang is a bit cold except towards Gu Ling. It seems that there is an invisible barrier separating him from other people, so no one would involve him in jokes or joking with each other.

He has a place in the crowd, but he seems to be isolated from the world. Only when his eyes occasionally fall on Gu Ling will he have a brief encounter with this world.

Gu Ling thought: We are all sitting together, but why does Song Qiaoyang look like a melancholy little mushroom, as if he is about to mold?

Gu Ling was determined to inject some vitality into the little mushroom, but the first word he uttered died halfway: "Song..."

Song Qiaoyang answered a phone call: "Sorry, I have to excuse myself for a moment."

He left in a hurry, and it was not until the next morning that Gu Ling learned that Song Qiaoyang had left the program crew overnight.

After the staff told Gu Ling the news, she was a little stunned. What should she do about her date today?

Although she didn't have high expectations for today's date, she still felt a little unhappy about being stood up so suddenly.

"Is there anything wrong, Song Qiaoyang?" she asked.

The staff shook his head: "I'm not sure, it seems that there is something wrong with the company."

Is there something going on at the company? What is it? How long will it take for him to come back? Or will he ever come back?

Gu Ling forced herself to suppress all the questions in her mind and went to the living room.

Bai Qingqing invited Xiao Chen to go on a date, but he disappeared early in the morning.

Shen Qingyi was sitting in the living room eating a fat-reducing meal, while Sheng Qi was sitting next to her chewing bread, looking pitiful.

Gu Ling approached hesitantly: "What are you doing?"

Sheng Qi bit a piece of bread viciously: "The director won't give me food to eat."

Gu Ling:?

Shen Qingyi swallowed the tomato in her mouth gracefully and said, "The director team said they were worried that we, the guests who don't have dates, would be bored, so they decided to find something for us to do, such as cooking for ourselves."

Shen Qingyi took a sip of vegetable juice: "Unfortunately, Sheng Qi doesn't like the food I cook."

Sheng Qi looked at the pile of green leaves in Shen Qingyi's bowl, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Is that what you call rice?

After figuring out what happened, Gu Ling rolled up his sleeves and walked to the kitchen, asking Sheng Qi, "I haven't eaten either, do you want to eat something?"

The guests got to know each other a little bit during these two days. Sheng Qi knew that although Gu Ling was an actress, she had a strong appetite. In her words, -

I would rather run for a few more hours than eat bland food every day.

Therefore, when Sheng Qi heard Gu Ling's question, he nodded quickly, fearing that Gu Ling would ignore him if he was a step slower.

He trotted towards Gu Ling and smiled a little attentively: "Sister Gu, can you see what I can do?"

[It’s so embarrassing. Sister Gu has come out. This guy usually only calls people by their names.]

[Today's three meals a day are relying on Gu Ling, so you have to be more attentive]

Gu Ling glanced at him and asked, "What can you do?"

Sheng Qi was silent, he knew nothing.

After a while, he tentatively said, "How about I sing a song for you?"

This unconfident tone made Gu Ling laugh. She chuckled, "Does it sound good?"

Gu Ling was wearing a pair of cropped trousers today. The slightly short trouser legs revealed her slender and beautiful ankles. The hem of her shirt was tucked into her trousers, making her taller and longer-legged look even more prominent.

Her slightly curly long hair was casually tied into a low ponytail at the back of her head, and the few strands of hair hanging down at her temples added a touch of intellectual beauty to her.

At this moment, she was smiling slightly, holding an apron in her hand, and turned her head slightly to look at him. Sheng Qi felt his heart suddenly beat.

He actually avoided Gu Ling's gaze: "It should be... okay."

"Yeah." Gu Ling nodded, put on the apron, and used her slender and beautiful fingers to flexibly tie the apron at the back of her waist. Sheng Qi retracted the step he had taken.

Gu Ling had already started preparing the ingredients. Sheng Qi leaned against the door frame, his eyes fixed on Gu Ling's smooth movements, and asked, "What songs do you like to listen to?"

"Just sing whatever you can sing."

Sheng Qi hesitated for a moment and then spoke.

He was singing an English song with a brisk and lively rhythm, which was very similar to his cheerful and enthusiastic personality.

Unexpectedly, his singing voice was not clear but slightly hoarse, but he sang very well.

Gu Ling took the time to look at him, and seeing that he remained motionless, Gu Ling said, "Do you want to find a stool to sit on? You look like you are being punished."

Sheng Qi stopped singing and he moved a chair to sit at the kitchen door. Gu Ling continued to do his work without looking at him. He cleared his throat and changed the song.

Gu Ling really didn't care about Sheng Qi. He just treated him as a human music player and didn't turn around until breakfast was ready.

Sheng Qi sat on the chair with his hands on his knees, looking surprisingly well-behaved.

Sheng Qi had been singing and just stopped now. He licked his lips and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's finally over."

"Actually, you can stop and take a break. You don't have to keep singing."

He looked stunned: "Eh? Can I take a break?"

A bit silly.

Gu Ling laughed and brought out two breakfasts: "Why not? Am I some kind of black-hearted capitalist?"

Sheng Qi followed her and spoke sweet words to her. It was not easy for him to do so just for a bite to eat.

In order to avoid being tempted by Gu Ling's food, Shen Qingyi finished her meal early and ran to the side to watch TV series.

[This pair seems to be OK]

[Qingqing, I'm sorry, I also like this couple]

[Song Qiaoyang, I'm sorry, I bow to you lightly for this]

the other side.

After staying up all night processing documents, Song Qiaoyang let out a sigh of relief and drank the cold strong coffee.

It was then that he noticed that his phone was constantly pushing messages. He subconsciously clicked on the live broadcast of the "Unforgettable Love" program team and happened to see Gu Ling and Sheng Qi eating breakfast.

Through the dense barrage of comments, he learned a lot of details.

For example, breakfast was made by Gu Ling himself, and there were only two servings.

For example, Sheng Qi stayed with her and sang to her while she was cooking.

For example, she smiled at Sheng Qi.

Gu Ling smiled with her eyes curved, and she was probably in a good mood. His sudden departure didn't seem to have any effect on her.

She is still the glamorous and charming star on the big screen.

He still could only sit alone in his office, watching her every smile and frown through the screen after a tiring day at work.

It seems like nothing has changed.

He finally mustered up the courage to approach her, but it seemed like nothing had changed.

Song Qiaoyang took off his glasses with one hand, leaned back in his chair, and looked up at the light above his head that had been on all night.

The lights in the office are very bright, so bright that they are blinding.

His bloodshot eyes were dry and painful, his long eyelashes trembled, and he blinked quickly a few times, and there was a hint of moisture in his blurry eyes.

He is a little tired.

……

Sheng Qi ate very quickly, finishing the food like a whirlwind, and sat beside him waiting for Gu Ling.

Gu Ling didn't like making people wait for her, so she sped up a little.

After breakfast, Sheng Qi took the initiative to clean up the dishes, and Gu Ling did not refuse.

For some reason, this scene suddenly reminded her of Song Qiaoyang.

Why did I think of him? Maybe it was because today's scene was too familiar.

It was still the two of them dining alone, she was the one cooking, and the other was the one cleaning up the dishes.

"boom!"

Sheng Qi didn't hold the bowl firmly, and it fell on the table and hit the ground. He smiled awkwardly and said, "Sorry."

He was much more careful this time, but because he didn't do housework often, his movements were not very meticulous. The dishes and chopsticks clattered as he finally made it to the kitchen.

Gu Ling stared at the empty table and tapped his thigh with his fingertips.

Actually, they are not quite the same.

Song Qiaoyang ate very politely and slowly, and when he cleared the bowl and chopsticks, his movements were steady and gentle, and -

He can cook, and he is a good cook.

Although there were only three people left in the courtyard, the director was still determined and organized a bunch of activities to torment the guests.

Sheng Qi is a noisy person and can't sit still all day long. Gu Ling just finds it noisy.

After Bai Qingqing and Xiao Chen came back, she had to deal with Bai Qingqing again to hype up their relationship. The impatience in her heart was about to burst out, but on the surface she still had a slight smile on her face.

After all, she is an actor, an actor with very good acting skills.

Song Qiaoyang did not come back for the next few days. Several guests played various ambiguous games arranged by the program team, and Gu Ling was a little bored.

It's just acting, no matter how real it is, it's still fake.

She couldn't help but think of Song Qiaoyang.

After all, she is still the stone-like Gu Ling. Sincere and passionate feelings have a fatal attraction to her. In the fake emotional game, Song Qiaoyang's feelings stand out too much.

She suddenly began to think about the date that had ended in vain.