If you want to refuse after seeing it, you will still welcome it [Entertainment]

On the second day, Wen Mo's taciturn assistant went out early to buy food, and when he came back, he found a pink heart-shaped note on Wen Mo's room door.

At first glance, I thought it was some kind of men and women secretly sending love letters to Sister Mo, but after a closer look, it turned out that they were fans who wanted to look left and see beautiful photos.

A string of numbers is left on it, indicating that it is a WeChat ID.

He took off the room card and entered the room, only to find that Sister Mo had woken up and was sitting cross-legged on the bed in a daze. Her black shoulder-length hair was raised mischievously, making her look a little more real, not as ethereal as usual .

The assistant who put down the breakfast handed over the pink sticky note, "It's pasted on the door, it seems to be a fan who wants to take a beautiful photo from the left."

Wen Mo, who took a look at the note, couldn't help but smile, "What kind of idols are there, and what kind of cute fans are there, all of them are so arrogant!"

Leaning over to pick up the phone, he went to the WeChat page to add friends, thought for a while, and said to the assistant, "I'll trouble you to go to the Sony counter and buy a camera suitable for little girls, and put it at the door of room 1022."

"Okay." The assistant replied, turned around and went to the long table against the wall, unscrewed the mineral water bottle and poured the water into the kettle, and then washed the fruit and squeezed two glasses of fresh juice.

After waking up, washing up and eating breakfast, Wen Mo changed into a simple casual outfit, with an elegant light blue long-sleeved shirt on top, and dark blue wide-leg trousers on the bottom, with the hem of the clothes hidden in the high waist, with a straight and slender figure More elegant and sassy.

The shoulder-length hair, which has become well-behaved again, hangs down softly. Occasionally, when a strand flutters with the early summer wind, it will be smoothed by knuckle fingers.

Today's weather is fine, the blue sky and white clouds are extremely high and blue, and the air is also very fresh. When you leave the hotel and walk through a two-meter-wide path next to it, you can smell the fragrance of the naturally growing plants and flowers.

Wen Mo, who had no show in the morning, was taking a walk to the vegetable market, picking the freshest ingredients, and wanted to cook a delicious meal by himself, and bring it to the set to please the beauties.

In the chaotic and bustling vegetable market, Wen Mo carefully selected in front of the vegetable stalls. When the bystanders saw a fairy-like figure suddenly coming to this place, they all made room to follow and admire.

Some people recognized her and talked with others in a low voice, they looked a little proud, and some bold people came forward and wanted to take a group photo, but Wen Mo politely declined, "Today, I'm here to buy vegetables, and I'm not open. "

Good-looking, elegant temperament, and the alienation that comes with her that day, so that the rejected people can't get angry, and feel that she is real and not fake.

You can't take a group photo next to each other, but you can take a selfie with her as the most beautiful background a few meters away, which can be regarded as a group photo.

Strolling from the vegetable area to the meat area, then to the seafood area, and finally to the fresh fruit area, it took nearly an hour to pick and choose, and walked back with a bag full of harvest.

After the assistant bought the camera and put it at the door of the little girl's room as instructed, she found her sister came back with a bag of ingredients. It would be a lie if she said she wasn't surprised. Sister Mo hadn't been in such a mood for a long time.

He hurriedly stepped forward to take it, seeing her fair fingers being drawn with red marks by the tape, his heart felt sour, he opened the door and entered the room, asking, "Do you need me to help?"

Wen Mo put on the floral apron he bought on the way, shook his head, and mended it again: "You rest, I want to do this meal by myself. Just in time, you tell the little girl in 1022 not to order takeaway, and I will prepare it later She sent one."

"Okay." The assistant reckoned that this meal was for another person. As for who it was for, she didn't know very well, but she had a vague feeling that it was the left-viewer next door. "I'm chasing dramas outside, if Sister Mo needs help, please call me."

An exquisite meal is freshly baked, packed in an insulated lunch box, and arranged layer by layer. It is obvious that the person who cooks is very careful.

After the meal, the assistant followed behind with a labor box. Seeing a band-aid wrapped around her left index finger, there was a slight look of pity on her face, and she sighed secretly.

Arriving at the set by car, Wen Mo waited in the dressing room, only to find out through insinuations that Zuo Jin asked for leave to leave the set after filming in the morning, as if there was something urgent.After further questioning, the crew didn't know the specifics, so they had to give the carefully prepared meals to others.

After putting on makeup, Wen Mo pondered for a while, with a look of hesitation, his fingertips swayed back and forth on the phone screen, and after a long while, he tapped lightly, and added Zuo Jin's account from the cast members' WeChat group.

After sending the message to add a friend, he relaxed as if he had accomplished something important, handed the phone to the assistant to keep it, and asked: "If she passes, please let me know as soon as possible."

"I see, Sister Mo."

Throughout the afternoon, the assistant standing outside the camera felt particularly stressed.

Because Wen Mo's request to add a friend was not approved at all, every time she received a look from her after taking a shot, those little eyes that pretended not to care but faintly looked forward to it, she shook her head even more paralyzed.

What kind of evil fate is this!

The assistant quietly sang a cool song while covering his heart.

Dao Chen, who is highly emotional, has eyes rolling behind the lenses, exuding a strong aura of gossip.

The thief took advantage of the time when the scene was arranging the new venue, walked around the crew and asked quietly, with a vague thread in his heart, and stopped not far away to stare at Wen Mo's injured finger.

At eight o'clock in the evening, just as Wen Mo, who had returned to the hotel after work, opened the car door, he happened to see the people who asked for leave and left the group through the night.The lazy long knitted cardigan makes her look more gentle; the height with flat shoes makes her look more suitable for the man beside her.

Wen Mo just sat there motionless, squinting his cold eyes to see Zuo Jin hugging the majestic man, and reluctantly saying goodbye.

Touching his finger with the Band-Aid on it, his eyes were dim, making it impossible to capture any obvious emotions.

It turns out that the reason for asking for leave to leave the group is for a date!Just a few days after breaking up with Wen Chuyi, did you meet the new real man so quickly?

The assistant who was following her obviously followed her gaze, and didn't know what to say for a while, so she wisely chose to keep silent.

After the well-dressed man drove away, Wen Mo landed on the ground with long legs and walked towards the person who hadn't moved. His eyes sized her up and down, his brows raised, and he entered the hotel without saying a word.

Zuo Jin, who was uncomfortably stared at by that look, was puzzled for a while, what does this person mean?

If he couldn't figure it out, he didn't think much about it, and stayed outside for a while, thinking that she should have already boarded the elevator, so he stepped in.

While waiting for the elevator, I happened to meet the actor's assistant director coming with a printed title page.

With a bald head and big belly, he smiles like a Maitreya Buddha anytime and anywhere, looking very festive.

He took out two title pages with the characters' names on them from a stack of title pages, and handed them over with a smile, "Hello, Mr. Zuo, the director's newly revised play, this is from you and Mr. Wen, you two live next door and can get in, please." Help me hand it over."

Zuo Jin, who hesitated a little, reached out to take it. Amidst the voice of thanks from the actor's assistant director, he nodded and bid farewell to the elevator that just happened to descend.

On the tenth floor of the hotel, Zuo Jin stood at the door of Wen Mo's room with two title pages. He raised his hand and wanted to knock, but hesitantly did not move. go in.

Just when she squatted down, the door of the room was opened unexpectedly, and she was immediately embarrassed. She stood up in embarrassment, and handed her the title page, "The assistant actor director asked me to pass it to you."

Wen Mo, who was standing inside the door, didn't answer, but just folded his arms and said, "You can ask the assistant to hand it over to me."

Hearing this, Zuo Jin was startled, then his face turned red and then pale, he squeezed his thumb and index finger at the corner of the title page, and said softly: "Yueyue just didn't follow her."

Wen Mo: "I'm talking about my assistant, you know which room she lives in."

"I don't know." Zuo Jin didn't know why this person was suddenly so aggressive, and his warm and cool face was also cold, as if he had changed into a different person.

Wen Mo raised his chin slightly, "Lie! I have seen which room she entered."

The clay figurine was still angry, and Zuo Jin, who was always gentle, also had a cold face. Since she didn't want to accept the title page she gave, she just threw it away.

As soon as the hand was loosened, four or five sheets of A4 paper nailed together fell to the floor inside the door. He wanted to turn around and leave without looking at it, but he was suddenly pulled into Xiangruan's arms by force. He couldn't help but grunt, and his chest was squeezed and ached faintly.

Wen Mo hugged her around and closed the door casually, while he lazily leaned against the door, pinched her chin to play with her, his voice was suppressed and hoarse: "Dating today, are you happy?"

Zuo Jin put his hands on her shoulders: "..." Then he felt a little embarrassed, how could this person think of himself like this.

Wen Mo saw that she looked like she had been told, her long eyebrows gradually frowned, and her already cold voice seemed even colder, "For the sake of my date, I asked for leave to leave the group, Ms. Zuo is really dedicated!"

Being ridiculed, Zuo Jin felt that this person was making trouble out of no reason, so he stepped on her instep out of anger, but he couldn't bear to be cruel to her, who was also a woman.

It didn't hurt or itch, the corners of Wen Mo's lips tended to be upturned, his hands moved back and forth behind his waist, and his fingertips rubbed the charming waist position intentionally or unintentionally.

She knew that this place was also a sensitive point on this person.

Sure enough, the man who had just grown thorns in his arms softened in an instant, his jade cheeks were stained with layers of blush, and he was staring angrily with shame and annoyance, in Wen Mo's eyes, he was the coquettishness of a lover.

"You rascal, shameless." Zuo Jin's reason and body are two extremes. Reason clamors that he should shake his hands and leave, but his body spontaneously wants to get close, and wants to wriggle like a similar body in perfect fit. Crispy waves.

Before meeting this person, she had never felt like this. She didn't know what was going on with her, and she felt that she must be sick. She should go to the hospital for a full body check to see if there was any disease.

Regarding her words, Wen Mo nodded in agreement, lowered his head and kissed her delicate swan neck, especially the position of the carotid artery. All the tenderness of a lifetime.

Zuo Jin didn't dare to move because of the panic that the gate of life was being controlled by someone. She knew that this person was just taking advantage, but she still couldn't help shrinking her neck, and gave a stiff reaction to the gentle and gentle kiss.

As time went by, Zuo Jin, who was used to this feeling, melted into a puddle of spring water in those magical hands.

His eyes were gleaming, and the floating moisture seemed to be able to diffuse out, the misty eyes gradually blurred, his throat wriggled involuntarily, and a humiliating moan secretly escaped from the ever more delicate lips.

"Ok---"

Hearing the heart-wrenching voice, Wen Mo's brows and eyes were rarely curved, and the alienated breath drifted away like a mist, "Stay here tonight to familiarize yourself with Director Chen's new play, okay?"

The tip of the nose is slowly rubbing against each other, the lips seem to stick together, and they will leave at the touch of a touch. The short touch is like sparks rising up, accumulating little by little on the haystack. For a long time, it became a raging fire.

Zuo Jin, who was no longer able to stand on his own, lay softly in Wen Mo's arms. Hearing this while breathing heavily, his whole body became even more dry. He remembered that on the rainy night, this man actually used fruit to torture her.

His thoughts drifted away, the once comfortable and unstoppable feeling was like a faucet being turned on, all came out with a splash, buried his head in his neck and put his long legs together, shaking his head with great effort, the exposed skin was dyed a moving pink .

Greedy for this beautiful warm ink, my hands have nimbly burrowed into the clothes...

"Dong dong dong."

There was a rhythmic knock on the door outside, followed by Director Chen's voice.

"Is Teacher Zuo in there?"

Director Chen was suspicious, so he put his ear on the door and listened, but nothing happened.

But if he doesn't take a look at the adultery that is sure of sex, he will be scratching like a cat in his heart, and he will probably lose sleep all night.