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In the rest area of ​​the set, An Xiaojing held a small fan in his hand and was blowing on his neck. The hot weather made his back sweat profusely, and even the small fan could not dispel the hot feeling.

An Xiaojing's other hand was holding a mobile phone to video with Yan Wujing.

Yan Wujing in the video was very aggrieved. He said, "When can we meet? Could it be that if Auntie doesn't leave, we can't even meet?"

"I want to see you too, but my mother is very strict now. She calls me when the time comes. It's like spying on me. She insists that I accompany her to dinner and watch TV, but she doesn't give me any personal space. I'm afraid I'll meet you the same way."

"It's only been one day, I'm almost suffocating, I really miss you."

"Are you thinking of me, or the kind driven by desire?"

"There are all of them. If you like you, you will have desires."

"Grumpy."

"Xiao Jing, why don't we meet tonight?"

An Xiaojing looked at Yan Wujing at the other end of the video with a troubled expression, and said, "My mother is still waiting for me to eat at night."

Yan Wujing sighed in disappointment, "Okay then, I'm alone in the empty room again."

"Okay, don't be wronged, I will find a way to make my mother accept you slowly, don't be discouraged."

"Well, I am not discouraged. I believe that we will break through the difficulties and usher in a happy and happy life."

……

Yan Wujing was sitting in the office. He had just finished the video call with An Xiaojing, and then he called Qiancha again, asking if Qiancha would return to China.

"My dear son, did you urge your old mother so much?"

"Ms. Qiancha from my family is very young, not old."

When Qiancha on the other end of the phone heard Yan Wujing praise her so much for An Xiaojing, she really didn't know whether to be happy or cry for a while.

"Son, you are really my own son. Hey, don't worry, your father and I will be home tonight, and I will definitely bring you to propose marriage tomorrow."

"Well, I'm waiting for your good news."

……

In the evening, An Xiaojing returned to her apartment, and after having dinner with his mother Ning Yu, she watched TV with Ning Yu for a while.

An Xiaojing was sitting beside Ning Yu, seeing Ning Yu was yawning all the time, she reminded her aloud: "Mom, it's so late, if you are tired, why don't you go in and rest."

Ning Yu shook his head stubbornly, "No, it's only eleven o'clock now, who knows if you will sneak out to meet Yan Wujing, I can't let my achievements fall by the wayside."

"Mom, don't you believe me? I promised you not to go out to see him, so I wouldn't sneak out at night. "

Ning Yu looked at An Xiaojing with a look of disbelief.

"Do you think I should trust you? Do you still have credibility with me now?"

An Xiaojing shrugged, "Okay, Mom, you won, but if you don't sleep, I'll go to bed first. I have to go to film tomorrow morning, so I won't waste time here with you."

"Go, I'll sleep when you sleep, otherwise I won't sleep."

An Xiaojing really couldn't hold back his mother.So, he had to walk into his bedroom in his pajamas and close the door.

About half an hour later, Ning Yu tiptoed to open the door and went into the house to check, and then went back to his room to rest.

An Xiaojing looked at the closed door, he lay on the bed and sighed helplessly.

When is his old mother going to make trouble?

Every day like this, he would have a nervous breakdown.

Not long after, An Xiaojing's cell phone rang for an incoming call. Fortunately, An Xiaojing had quick eyesight and quick hands, and he answered the call immediately before the ring rang particularly loudly.

"Hey, Wujing, what's the matter?" An Xiaojing whispered, afraid that Ning Yu would hear it.

"Is auntie asleep?"

"Should be asleep, what's wrong?"

"I'm at the door of the apartment now, would you like to open the door for me?"

An Xiaojing's big copper-bell-like eyes popped out of shock.

"What did you say? You want to come? Are you afraid that my mother will wake up later and beat you to death?"

"Brother Jing."

Yan Wujing's voice was magnetic and coquettishly mixed with Brother Jing, which immediately softened An Xiaojing's heart.

"I really miss you. Either you open the door and let me in, or I'll stay at the door overnight. Anyway, I won't go to work tomorrow if I'm sick."