What about the rival?

The screenplay moves quickly.

When Deng Yimeng unscrewed the lid of the kettle to drink water, he looked downstairs through the glass window as a rest for his eyes.As soon as he dropped the cup, he immediately indulged in it again.Perhaps because it is the first time to write a story, the writing style is not enough, and the enthusiasm comes together, and the rhythm of the fingers is flying on the keyboard.Productivity in the study room has never been higher.When I wrote about certain plots, I couldn't help but smile knowingly.The boy next to her tapped on her desk twice with a pen, "Hello!"

Deng Yimeng turned her head to look, the sweet smile on her cheeks hadn't fully subsided yet.

The man was about to have a fit, but when he saw her expression, a sentence of reproach stuck in his throat, and he blushed for a long time.

"Are you okay, classmate?" Deng Yimeng blinked and asked softly.

The boy cleared his throat, raised his hand to support his glasses on the bridge of his nose, "You are very noisy typing on the keyboard. Please think about it for everyone. This is a public place."

Deng Yimeng listened, oh, picked up the notebook and left.

The boy felt very sorry and stopped her: "How about you tap it lightly..."

Deng Yimeng smiled at him, but still carried the computer and flew away.

He ran to the dormitory non-stop, and took advantage of this momentum for another long stretch.

Until the phone alarm rang.

Deng Yimeng groaned and touched it to take a look, oh, I'm going to see Sister Wan on the set.In the morning, Jiang Siwan didn't have a role, it was an interview for a film magazine, and Liu Tian accompanied Da Wan in person.So Deng Yimeng went back to school to attend class.

There will be a play in the afternoon.

Deng Yimeng thought about it, he couldn't take Anyuan's computer so far away, in case someone wanted to use it.After copying the notebook and pen, he left.When I took the bag, I accidentally copied the bottom of the bag.He squatted down in frustration, picked up all his things, and hurried out.

When we drove to the shooting site, Da Wan and the others hadn't arrived yet.

She seized the time, moved Jiang Siwan's chair out and put it there, squatted down, and wrote in the notebook with her bare hands, very fast.

It's the 120th face-slap of the protagonist.

There was a slight crisp sound above his head.

Deng Yimeng looked up, and it was indeed her sister Wan, and she couldn't help smiling brightly: "You are here."

"Hmm." Seeing her childish smile, Jiang Siwan couldn't help but roll her eyes, "What are you doing?"

Deng Yimeng raised three fingers: "My script is three-fifths complete!"

While untying her hair, Da Wan snorted lightly: "So fast?"

"Yes, there are a lot of inspirations." Deng Yimeng stood up reluctantly, "What do I need to do now?"

Jiang Siwan tilted her head slightly, "No need. I'll call you later."

After receiving this amnesty, Deng Yimeng became more relieved and squatted down to continue writing.

Occasionally, when she paused and looked up at Da Wan, she would also feel emotional. Usually, when watching entertainment news, she always said that the assistant was so difficult.It's too affordable to be Miss Wan's assistant.

It can only be said that Miss Wan is too gentle.

Such a good job, I will leave in the future, how can I be willing to let go.

Resign?

Deng Yimeng didn't notice that her eyes dimmed.

If I leave my job, I won't be able to see Miss Wan up close in the future.

If you want to appreciate her flourishing beauty, you can only find it through the screen or in fashion magazines.

Thinking about it this way, I couldn't write anymore, and my little heart twitched violently, it was like the experience of staying up late to read an abusive text.

He raised his hand and patted his chest.

No, can't think that far.

Isn’t this why you haven’t left your job yet? Focus on the present moment.

With a steady mind, Deng Yimeng forced herself to return to the work at hand again.

When Jiang Siwan got off the show, she rubbed her neck to find water to drink, Xiao Keai glanced at Deng Yimeng, and heyed, "Deng..."

Unexpectedly, Sister Wan stretched out her hand to stop him, and went to find a thermos by herself, opened the lid to drink water.

Broker Xiao couldn't understand it.

Da Wan is very strict in self-management.Basically don't touch high-calorie things.She once said that the only thing she expects from the imported products is to be able to drink 42-degree warm water anytime, anywhere.

What magical power does Deng Yimeng have that made Dawan let go of her obsession with drinking water?

Deng Yimeng didn't stop until his eyes turned black, his wrists were sore.

Da Wan has finished work.

On the car ride home, Xiao Ai complained about her, "You are the most self-willed assistant I have ever seen. How can you leave the goddess aside and do things on your own. Really, I have to say Let’s talk about you. Our sister Wan is already very simple, and I only have an assistant like you by my side, why don’t you give her some attention?”

When Deng Yimeng was blushing, Dawan interrupted Xiao Sanzang who was thinking about it in the front seat, "Stop talking, I'll answer the phone."

"Mom." Da Wan said calmly.

Deng Yimeng was very curious.

Da Wan is so beautiful, her mother doesn't know what she looks like.

"Are you here?" Jiang Siwan was originally leaning on the seat, but now she sat up straight.

There was a burst of crying on the phone.

Deng Yimeng pricked up his ears to listen.

After thinking about it for a while, this is not very good.

He quickly retreated away, and raised his two little paws to cover his ears.

"Drive faster, Xiao." Da Wan hung up the phone with a very cold tone.

Deng Yimeng let go of her paws, and timidly looked at Da Wan who was silent from the side.

"Sister Wan." Deng Yimeng called out.

Jiang Siwan looked at her, raised her hand and stroked her head without saying a word for a while.As if to appease the puppy, say, it's all right.

Deng Yimeng didn't expect to see Sister Wan's mother so soon.

You can tell at a glance, wow, this woman must have been super beautiful when she was young.

And sitting with Da Wan, one knows that the two have a very close blood relationship.

It's just that she was standing aside with her notebook in her arms, a little afraid to come forward to say hello.

This Dawan called "Ms. Jiang", wearing a gorgeous concubine-colored suit, sat there crying pear blossoms with rain.

There was no wailing, weeping silently, and kept wiping my eyes with tissues.

Jiang Siwan sat at the side, silent for a long time, and then asked: "Is it all right?"

Ms. Jiang's hand, which was stretched out to get a tissue, froze there. On her soft fingers, there were as many as four rings.

Deng Yimeng thought that Dawan learned the habit of wearing a ring on her index finger and ring finger from someone.

"I'm hungry." Ms. Jiang sniffled and spit out three words without emotion.

Jiang Siwan got up, "Then go out to eat."

"Don't go out." Ms. Jiang lowered her upper eyelids.

"What do you want to eat?" Da Wan softened her tone, "I'll order takeaway."

"I want to eat fried noodles." Ms. Jiang is obviously the kind of mother who is spoiled by her daughter. "Don't take out either."

Jiang Si was silent for a while, and stood there without moving.

"You do it. Wanwan, did you hear that mom wants noodles with fried sauce?" Ms. Jiang raised her head and pointed to the kitchen, "You do it yourself now."

Deng Yimeng shrank aside, feeling that the atmosphere between the two was not right.

Sure enough, Da Wan, who has never kept his composure, rarely showed an irritable expression. She threw the coat she was about to wear to the sofa and sneered: "I don't know how to cook."

"How can you not?" Ms. Jiang seemed to want to make up for some unsatisfactory feelings on Dawan, "I think you are a big girl, and you are a celebrity? Isn't it my daughter? How noble is a celebrity? You don't have a face Is it still from me?"

Deng Yimeng felt embarrassed when he heard it.Parents in the world are one family.

How come the lines are the same.

Isn't this what Xiao Che's father said about him?

Seeing that Da Wan frowned, Deng Yimeng quickly raised her hand: "I, I will. Auntie, I will do it."

Ms. Jiang glanced at her: "Who are you?"

"I, I'm sister Wan's good friend." Deng Yimeng put gold leaves on her face.

"Are you an actor too?" Ms. Jiang looked her over.

Deng Yimeng nodded, "Yes, yes." That's right, after all, she played the role of Junior Sister Shui Rong, didn't she. "I can make fried noodles. I'll make it for you. Sister Wan is really tired today."

Ms. Jiang Fangfang looked at her, then at Da Wan, and nodded for a while, "It will be done."

When Deng Yimeng was scrambling to cut cucumber shreds in the kitchen, she raised her eyes and found Da Wan standing in front of her.He said softly to her: "Sister Wan, you go and stay with her."

Da Wan shook her head and stood beside her silently.After a while, he picked up a slice of cucumber from the cutting board and took a bite, "Deng Yimeng."

"Ah."

"Why do you know everything?"

It’s not like knowing everything.But the variety of noodles is really a must.

It seems to be a talent, inherited from the mother.

Da Wan's mother picked up the bowl, drank the last bit of sauce soup, put down the big sea bowl, licked the corner of her mouth with her tongue, her eyes overflowed with satisfaction, "I'm alive!" Female Fruit and Vegetable Salad, clicked her tongue: "You said what fun is there in your life." Then she looked at Deng Yimeng, who was still busy washing dishes not far away, and waved to her, "Come here."

Deng Yimeng groaned.Wiping his hands, he walked over slowly step by step, and took a business card handed over by Sister Wan's mother.

"This is my address in Midi." Ms. Jiang propped her chin with her hand, "You are welcome to play there. You are young, and your skills are really good."

Deng Yimeng nodded without answering.

"Are you staying at my Wanwan's house tonight?" Ms. Jiang stood up, stretched her waist, and let out a comfortable ah.

Deng Yimeng looked at Da Wan, and said softly, "I, use Sister Wan's study to proofread the script."

"That's great." Ms. Jiang patted her on the shoulder, "Let's eat this kind of noodles tomorrow morning, okay?"

Deng Yimeng let out a cry.Immediately, she went to the study according to her plan.When I buried my head and continued to write the notebook, there was a dark gray shadow in my heart.How can not enter the state.I don't know what is bothering me.It took me half an hour to write awkwardly before I finally regained my fluency.Plots flow out from the tip of the pen.The inner emotions have also been released a little.Finally, I took my phone to check the time, and it was already two o'clock in the morning.

Standing up, I found something more serious.

Going to the living room, I searched around, found that Da Wan was too strict, and didn't even have any snacks.

I made jajang noodles at night, and the refrigerator was empty.

She would not dare to let her go out on the street alone at this time.

Jiang Siwan heard the door creak and pushed open, and a child came in with a rustle.

She was lying on the bed, not moving, to see how she was doing.

As a result, she crouched in front of the bed and wept softly.

What a trick.

The desk lamp came on, and Deng Yimeng pouted her mouth when she sat up on the bed.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Siwan asked sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Sister Wan," Deng Yimeng moved over, putting his hands on her knees, "I'm hungry too. I feel like I'm about to become a paper man."

"Is this worth crying for?" Jiang Si said politely with disgust.

"Will you accompany me to the supermarket?" Deng Yimeng was apprehensive.She also knew that it was not good to disturb Sister Wan's rest like this, and who asked her to swell her face at night to pretend to be fat, saying that she was full and skipped dinner to lose weight, "I shop very quickly. I will come back after buying."

Jiang Siwan got up and put on her clothes.The night was very cold, so she wrapped a scarf along the way and hid the lower half of her face in the scarf.A coat was also added to Deng Yimeng.

Counting the rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find things just now, Deng Yimeng walked around the house, but she didn't see Ms. Jiang.Unavoidably a little surprised, "Hey, where's Auntie?"

"Going out." Da Wan said succinctly.

Deng Yimeng stopped the car and stopped asking.

After passing by the entrance of the brightly lit supermarket, Deng Yimeng let out a cry, stepped forward and held Da Wan who was walking straight forward, and said hi: "It's all in the supermarket, where are you going?"

"Not going to the supermarket." Da Wan simply dragged her over and wrapped her in his arms, "Take you to eat something good."

Besides, your supermarket is still open at two o'clock in the morning.Deng Yimeng is an idiot.

The smell of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley, and the place Da Wan brought her to is so deep that it can almost be used as a secret base.

Not many people.Sparse three or two.

Sitting side by side with Da Wan, Deng Yimeng stammered a bit, "Wait, this style is so familiar. I seem to have seen it somewhere. Deep, deep..."

"Late night cafeteria." The shopkeeper picked it up for her.

Deng Yimeng slapped his head and said haha, "The boss is also a fan?"

"What to eat?" the shopkeeper asked with a smile.

Deng Yimeng chooses a difficult disease.Jiang Siwan ordered a luxurious sushi set meal for her.

Sister Wan is Sister Wan, she must do what she says, and if she says something good to eat, she will really eat something good.

While waiting for the sushi, Deng Yimeng took out the phone and handed it to Jiang Siwan, "Sister Wan, the plot I wrote today is all inside, I took a picture of it, you can take a look."

Jiang Siwan said yes.Take it and browse at will.Pretending to be watching the plot, but actually looking at Deng Yimeng's silly photos.

When the combined sushi was served, Deng Yimeng's eyes lit up.

He was also so hungry that he even forgot to be polite, and he was not polite to Da Wan, and grabbed one with each hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

After being presumptuous for 2 minutes, I didn't notice Miss Wan's gaze from the side.

Da Wan is smiling again.

She blushed, and passed the salmon roll in her hand, meaning to let Da Wan take a bite.

Jiang Siwan shook her head and signaled her to continue with her eyes.

Deng Yimeng's cheeks were bulging, nourished by food, her eyes became brighter, and her little face was glowing.

She finally picked up one, dipped it in a little mustard, and put it in her mouth, her fair face instantly turned pink, and tears flowed down her cheeks.

There is a low laugh in the ear.

Deng Yimeng turned her face to look angrily, although Dawan smiled and she felt very relieved, but: "You laugh so fast, it's really hot! The kind that smokes your forehead."

Jiang Si suppressed a smile, pulled down the scarf, showed her face and asked seriously, "How spicy is it?"

"You'll know if you try it!" Deng Yimeng pushed the dish of matcha green mustard over.He looked at her expectantly.I hope Dawan can also feel sour again.

Jiang Siwan glanced down at the mustard bowl, then at Deng Yimeng.He raised his hand to hook Deng Yimeng's chin, lowered his head slightly, covered her mouth with his lips, tasted it lightly, and took it off to make an aftertaste.

"......???" Deng Yimeng's face turned petrified.

Jiang Siwan said with a sullen face, "I think it's okay."

not spicy.very sweet.