"mean."

"Instead of accusing me of being mean, let's think about what to do next."

Gu Jue crossed his legs and sat on the sofa with a leisurely expression. His eyebrows were long and narrow, and his deep eyes were like unfathomable pools of water.

A chill slowly hit Mo Wenchu's back. She wiped away the wet tears on her face with her fingertips, sniffed and said, "Don't you just want to take revenge on me? Okay."

After saying that, Mo Wenchu ​​reached out and started to take off her clothes.

With slender fingers, he took off his coat and threw it directly on the sofa nearby.

After that, he started to unbutton his shirt again.

Gu Jue raised his eyebrows slightly, "Stop."

But Mo Wenchu ​​ignored his words and kept moving her hands.

"Mo Wenchu!" Gu Jue's voice was full of coldness.

Mo Wenchu's eyes were just the opposite. There was a faint smile in her eyes. Under the light, the tears that had not dispersed seemed to still be shining.

The filming had just ended, and Mo Wenchu ​​was facing the sky.

Gu Jue has seen her works on the IMAX giant screen more than once.

The huge screen can magnify every micro-expression of a person countless times. Gu Jue stood in front of Mo Wenchu, trying hard to recall her past performances.

By the time Mo Wenchu ​​unbuttoned the last button of her loose shirt, Gu Jue had come to a conclusion.

He walked straight to Mo Wenchu ​​with a cold face, took off his coat and wrapped it around her, "Mo Wenchu, don't try to force me to let you go by using this kind of trick on yourself."

Mo Wenchu's eyes were red, and a faint smile appeared on her lips, mixed with sarcasm, "Really? That was my misunderstanding. Mr. Gu has a noble character and would not use such despicable means to deal with me. In this case

, Mr. Gu, please be noble and let me go, and let you go too."

She said these words word by word, always holding the corners of her mouth while speaking, but she knew in her heart that at this time, she could only try hard to keep her eyes wide open to prevent the sourness from her nose from reaching her eyes.

Gu Jue raised his hand and grabbed the back of Mo Wenchu's neck, "Mo Wenchu, don't try to challenge my bottom line."

After all, a line of clear tears flowed uncontrollably from the corner of my eyes.

Gu Jue's eyes softened, and he released her in the next moment, "I will return to Haicheng on the 1st of next month, Mo Wenchu, it's best not to wait until the day when my patience runs out."

With a bang, the door to the room was slammed shut.

At that moment, all the strength in her body seemed to be suddenly taken away. Mo Wenchu ​​supported herself on the sofa with one hand, her shoulders shaking constantly.

She understood Gu Jue, and in order not to implicate her friends, Mo Wenchu ​​had no choice but to compromise temporarily.

In the past month, she has been working on the set with almost no rest. The director also knew that she was working hard. When she asked for four days of rest, the director readily agreed.

Mo Wenchu ​​bought her ticket one day in advance and returned to Haicheng.

Gu Jue was not at home, which finally made her breathe a sigh of relief.

The servants at home didn't seem to understand the couple's affairs, but they were still enthusiastic towards her.

I thought that the day would be spent peacefully, but as evening approached, the servant received a call, informing Mo Wenchu ​​to prepare and accompany Gu Jue to attend a fashion ceremony later.

Ever since she was ridiculed for her dress issue last time, Mo Wenchu’s wardrobe has been indispensable for the latest dresses, some of which are even haute couture.

Mo Wenchu ​​randomly selected a long dress that fit her eyes, fixed her makeup and hair, and then took a car to the venue of the fashion festival.

Gu Jue told the servant on the phone that Mo Wenchu ​​should go to the scene to meet him.

But when Mo Wen first came to the scene, she didn't find Gu Jue, and her name wasn't even on the guest list.

It was a cold winter. Although Mo Wenchu ​​was wearing a coat, she was wearing a thin dress underneath. After standing in the cold wind for two minutes, she sneezed several times in succession.

As a last resort, Mo Wenchu ​​took her cell phone out of her bag and called Gu Jue.

But what happens when the phone screen is turned on is——

The battery is low and the phone will shut down within thirty seconds.

Looking at the 30% battery sign displayed in the upper right corner, Mo Wenchu ​​raised her forehead and sneezed firmly.

Gu Jue was sitting in the car on the side of the road, looking at her embarrassed look, his eyebrows finally relaxed, and he was about to reach out to open the door, but finally withdrew his hand.

Mo Wenchu ​​felt that she had suffered so much humiliation today. She put her cell phone back into her bag distractedly, and was about to leave when someone behind her suddenly tapped her on the shoulder.

"Wenchu, what's wrong with you?" Shao Xuan got out of the car and saw Mo Wenchu ​​standing alone in the cold wind. He still couldn't believe it, but as he got closer, he became more and more certain that this person was her.

But when Mo Wenchu ​​turned around and Shao Xuan saw her state, he couldn't help being a little surprised, and hurriedly asked his assistant to take out a tissue and hand it to her, "Hurry and clean it up, your nose is dirty."

It’s red from the cold, why don’t you go in?”

Mo Wenchu ​​took the tissue gratefully, but her movements paused slightly because of Shao Xuan's last question.

Shao Xuan also realized Mo Wenchu's evasive look, and he smiled brightly, "Will you go in with me? I heard that you are on the set of "Twelve", how are you doing recently?"

Mo Wenchu ​​followed the other party to the entrance of the grand ceremony. This time with Shao Xuan accompanying her, Mo Wenchu ​​was not blocked again.

Stepping on the thick red carpet under her feet, Mo Wenchu ​​lowered her head, "Are you okay, how about you? I don't seem to have heard of any scripts you have accepted recently."

"I originally planned to take a break, but I couldn't stand the manager's insistence, so I accepted Xiang Wenyu's script, which was the one you rejected before."

"I want to try something else, but you have already cooperated three times. What kind of fate is this?"

"I quite like the story in that book." After entering the backstage of the ceremony, there were obviously more people around. Shao Xuan carefully stretched out his hand for Mo Wenchu ​​to block the crowded staff around him, and led her into the lounge, "

By the way, you must have heard about the fact that Wen Qing took over "Ming Moon", right?"

"Um."

"Actually, there is something I have always wanted to find an opportunity to tell you, but it seems that too many things have happened some time ago and I have never found a suitable opportunity."

Shao Xuan asked the door to be locked while speaking. Mo Wenchu ​​frowned and looked at him, somewhat confused by this action.

"When I was resting at home some time ago, I accidentally overheard my brother talking to someone on the phone." Shao Xuan sat opposite Mo Wenchu, "That person seemed to be Wen Qing."
Chapter completed!