Mo Wenchu ​​was stopped by the other party's question and stared at him in confusion, "Who is it?"

Gu Jue answered simply: "Me."

There was a moment of surprise, but Mo Wenchu ​​quickly sorted out her emotions.

After Jin Chan escaped from his shell and faked his death and went abroad, although Mo Wenchu ​​lost contact with the country, he has been paying attention to the situation in the country.

Zhang Ning is in the entertainment industry, and Mo Wenchu ​​sometimes sees news about her.

In her first year abroad, she acted in a bad movie, her reputation plummeted, and she even lost a lot of her fans.

Last year's hit "Youth" can be said to be Zhang Ning's turnaround.

In fact, this drama has already attracted much attention before the official filming started. Gold medal screenwriter Qi Qi and famous director Wan Ping are almost the guarantee of high ratings in the industry. Mo Wenchu ​​was still a little confused at first. At that time, Zhang Ning was still a little transparent.

Now I finally understand how I got this drama.

"You decide who you are?"

Gu Jue nodded, "Yeah."

"Why?"

"It can be regarded as making up for the previous mistakes," Gu Jue continued, "I also thought of what you said before. Among all the candidates, Zhang Ning was the least famous one. Later, she was selected, which can be regarded as a standout.

the outcome of the discussion.”

Gu Jue's words surprised Mo Wenchu. After all, based on her understanding of Gu Jue, he was a thorough businessman at work and never allowed her judgment to be affected by matters outside of work.

Even when she was in love with Wen Qing, she didn't seem to have done anything for personal gain.

"But Zhang Ning's performance later proved that you do have a good eye, and you are very accurate in judging people." Probably because he was afraid that Mo Wenchu ​​would be proud, Gu Jue added, "Of course, you miss more often."

Mo Wenchu:......

After chatting too much with Gu Jue, Mo Wenchu's throat began to hurt slightly again.

She drank two large glasses of water in succession, but still did not suppress the pain. When she was about to ask Gu Jue if he had any medicine at home, she looked up and saw him walking out of the kitchen with a water glass, which contained Chinese medicine.

The brewed water was almost the same as what Zhao Yi prepared for her before.

"Thanks."

Mo Wenchu ​​thanked her after taking the water glass, and leaned leisurely on the sofa to admire the snowy scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

There were no buildings around, so the area was surprisingly quiet. At night, Mo Wenchu ​​even suspected that she could hear the sound of snowflakes falling to the ground.

It was rare to have such a leisurely moment, and Mo Wenchu ​​was planning to enjoy it, but Gu Jue handed her a pair of pink gloves.

Mo Wenchu: "What?"

"Building a snowman." Gu Jue said expressionlessly.

Mo Wenchu ​​raised her eyebrows slightly, "What?"

"I said, let's go build a snowman together."

Mo Wenchu:......

Today the sun popped out from the eastern horizon right under her nose. There could be no mistake...

Before she could figure out what was going on, she was pulled up from the sofa by the other party.

Reluctantly standing in the snow, Mo Wenchu ​​raised her hand to block the dazzling sunlight, frowning and looking at Gu Jue, who looked like a young boy with a hopeful face, "Why did you suddenly think of building a snowman?

"

Gu Jue looked at her and said, "How about we change entertainment activities?"

Mo Wenchu ​​frowned and looked at the other party, with caution in her eyes, always feeling that there was something in her words.

Sure enough, Gu Jue raised his finger and pointed to the window of the bedroom upstairs, "Where to go?"

"..." Mo Wenchu ​​put on the pink gloves reluctantly, "My mind is full of yellow waste. I really should let the people under you see what your boss is like in private."

"There are poker cards and mahjong in the bedroom upstairs. What do you think they are?"

Gu Jue came over and forcibly put the hat of Mo Wenchu's down jacket on for Mo Wenchu, staring at her and asking.

Mo Wenchu's throat tightened, she cursed secretly in her heart, lowered her head and piled snowballs.

His eyes touched Mo Wenchu's crimson profile, Gu Jue curled his lips in a good mood, and helped Mo Wenchu ​​ball up the snowballs together.

But in just half an hour, a cute and naive panda snowman appeared in the yard.

Gu Jue stood in the snow with his arms folded and looked at it carefully, but did not speak for a long time.

Mo Wenchu ​​couldn't help but touched him with her elbow, "What's wrong?"

"This is not what I want."

Mo Wenchu: "..."

I originally thought that building a snowman was just for fun, but I didn't expect that Gu Jue would be so serious. He was not satisfied with the panda he built for the first time, so he asked Mo Wenchu ​​to accompany him to build a new one.

Exhausted, Mo Wenchu ​​simply sat in the snow and looked at the final work. This time, she was the one frowning.

Why is this snowman so similar to the one I built at Mo's house a few days ago?

Too late to ask, Gu Jue walked out with a camera, patted the back of Mo Wenchu's head and said, "Stand up and I'll take a picture of you."

Although helpless, Mo Wenchu ​​still stood in the middle of the two snowmen cooperatively, made two perfunctory gestures for taking pictures, and then sat down in the snow again.

The moment she sat down, Mo Wenchu ​​clearly saw deep disgust in Gu Jue's eyes.

"Did you have a good rest last night?" Gu Jue stood there and fiddled with the camera for a while, then asked in a deep voice when he came over.

Mo Wenchu ​​had already taken off her gloves at this time, and was drawing randomly with a small piece of dead branch that Gu Jue had just picked up from the forest nearby. When faced with Gu Jue's question, she smiled and answered: "It's a flight again.

I'm from a car, you think I'm like you and not affected at all."

"Then you go back to the bedroom and rest now."

I just saw the photo taken by Mo Wenchu. There were dark circles under her eyes, and the red bloodshot that Gu Jue noticed before seemed to indicate that Mo Wenchu ​​was very sleepy at this time.

Gu Jue stretched out his hand and prepared to pull Mo Wenchu ​​to get up, but the other party turned a blind eye to the hand he held in front of him.

"Mo Wenchu."

Gu Jue called out Mo Wenchu's name in a low voice as a reminder.

Mo Wenchu ​​raised her head impatiently.

Looking at her face at such a close distance, Gu Jue's heart tightened. Her face was a little pale and vaguely sick.

Mo Wenchu ​​curled her lips and held Gu Jue's hand, but when the other party was about to pull her up, she pulled hard, and the unsuspecting Gu Jue fell directly to the thick snow.

It didn't hurt when his whole face touched the cold snow, but Gu Jue had never encountered such an embarrassing thing before. He got up from the snow and looked at Mo Wenchu, who was laughing out of breath.

There is an air of danger in it.
Chapter completed!