Lucky to Have You Till the End

After listening to Ji Jing's explanation, Mo Chiwei's outline was still deep and cold, and his expression did not change, but his eyes were dark and the color was darker. He looked at Tang Xinyan who was sitting opposite, "Are there any injuries?"

Tang Xinyan's heart tightened when he heard his words.

His nose was sour, and his eyes quickly turned red.

She quickly lowered her eyes, concealed her emotions, and prevented the fragility from flowing out.

Shaking her head, she replied simply and coldly, "It's okay."

Looking at her thin face, Mo Chiwei frowned slightly, "It has been hard to film recently?"

"It's fine."

"Did not eat on time?"

"have eaten."

Seeing the two people asking and answering, there was not much emotional ups and downs, and they looked cold and rusty, Ji Jing and Feng Qu looked at each other.

Are they really husband and wife?

It's worse than strangers.

Seeing that Tang Xinyan didn't want to talk to him, Mo Chiwei pressed his thin lips and didn't ask anything.

This is definitely the quietest and most depressing meal in history.

For the first time, Ji Jing felt that all meals were suffering.

"That..." After Ji Jing ate two bites of food, she squinted to Fengqu, "Don't you have an announcement later? The driver I asked has already arrived, let's go first!"

When Tang Xinyan heard Ji Jing's words, she quickly shook Ji Jing's hand at the table, indicating not to leave her here alone.

Ji Jing lowered her voice and said to Tang Xinyan, "You two are husband and wife. If you have anything to say, Feng Qu and I shouldn't be light bulbs here."

After Ji Jing and Fengqu left, the box became more and more quiet.

Tang Xinyan sat like pins and needles.

She used to be alone with him, she would only feel sweet, even if she didn't talk to each other, the air would be filled with a faint sweet fragrance.

But now, apart from embarrassment, there is still strangeness.

She lowered her head and ate the food, not sure if it was too greasy, but as soon as she ate it, she felt nauseous.

After she said "I'll go out for a while" to Mo Chiwei, she hurried to the bathroom outside the box.

Entering the women's bathroom, she retched.

Recently, I feel sick in my stomach, I can't eat greasy things, or even smell things that make me feel sick.

When she walked to the washstand, opened the faucet, she washed her face with cold water.

After washing her face, after the discomfort in her stomach dissipated, she stood against the washstand for a while.

It took about five minutes before she left the bathroom.

When I approached the door of the box, I saw a man leaning on the wall and smoking.

One of his slender legs is slightly bent, his eyes are drooping, his side face is cold and deep, his nose is sharp, and his thin lips are slightly open to exhale blue and white smoke, **** and charming.

She tightened her little hand hanging by her side.

He took a deep breath, and was about to walk in his direction, he seemed to notice her gaze, and suddenly looked towards her sideways.

Those dark and deep narrow eyes seemed to be a quiet cold pool under the night sky, dangerous but unable to see the end.

The words he said to her came to mind somehow: Don't fall in love with me, I am not as good as you think, and I can't give you the love you want.

There was a pain in her eyes, and she pressed her lips hard. She lifted her foot and walked towards the box.

She didn't say a word when passing by him.

This meal is no longer appetite, she took the bag and came out of the box.

Glancing at the man standing still like a sculpture, she said lightly, "I'm leaving now."

Walking out of the private kitchen, the sky was completely dark.

Standing on the side of the road, looking at the bustling city at night, she felt empty.