The Rise of the Transmigrated Movie Emperor

Shen Mohan let go of Ming Heng according to his words, his eyes fell on the dark circles under his eyes, and he said deliberately: "Didn't sleep well last night?"

"Eh..." Ming Heng twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking: I'm not blaming you.

Shen Mohan's mood immediately brightened. Ming Heng didn't sleep well, which means he suffered from insomnia last night. Why did he suffer from insomnia...

Hehe, he seems to know how to deal with Mingheng.

Shen Mohan curled his lips, and his tone became extremely gentle, "Go wash up first, I bought breakfast."

Ming Heng touched his nose, lowered his head and staggered to walk inside.

After he washed and changed his clothes, Shen Mohan had already set out the breakfast, it was still the breakfast from that shop, the difference was that this time, several kinds of food were changed.

But Ming Heng obviously has no appetite.

Shen Mohan could tell right away, and his pretty eyebrows frowned, "You look a little bad today, are you feeling unwell?"

Just now he noticed that Mingheng's complexion was a little bad, and he thought it was because he didn't sleep well yesterday.

"Maybe I caught a cold last night."

Shen Mohan got up and walked over, touched Ming Heng's forehead, "I don't have a fever. Don't go to the set today, take a good rest for a day."

"No, I'm fine, just ask my cousin to get me some cold medicine later."

Shen Mohan glanced at him, took out his mobile phone, and called the director, "It's me, Ming Heng is a little uncomfortable today, let him rest for a day."

The director readily agreed, "Oh, well, well, then let him have a good rest."

"En." Shen Mohan didn't say anything more, and hung up the phone after answering.

Mingheng: "..."

"If you're not feeling well, you should take a good rest, don't be brave, huh?" Shen Mohan couldn't hold back, and took the opportunity to pinch Ming Heng's nose.

Ming Heng blushed, why did this man like to touch his hands all of a sudden. . . .

He looked away, a bit too much for such an overly intimate gesture.

This man is so flirtatious.

He's not a saint, he's just an ordinary layman, okay?

I really can't stand it~

Ming Heng exhaled quietly, and silently finished the remaining half glass of milk.

As a result, as soon as he finished drinking the milk and put down the cup, Shen Mohan took out a tissue and naturally wiped the milk stains from the corner of his mouth. . .

Mingheng: "..."

Ahhhhh!

No, no, no, no!

I can't stay with this man any longer!

He really can't stand it!

Ming Heng blushed and stood up, "I, I'll go to my cousin's place."

After leaving the words, he walked out.

Shen Mohan: "..."

Watching Ming Heng run away as if to escape, for a moment, Shen Mohan didn't know whether he should be happy or depressed.

Why didn't you find Mingheng so shy before?

Shen Mohan couldn't help sighing, that's all, it seems that he acted too hastily, it's better to take it slow, otherwise it would be bad to scare Ming Heng.

However, he had to find a way to get that little boy He Zijie away first, it was too much of a hindrance.

After Shen Mohan cleaned up the table, he thought about it, and opened a room by himself, otherwise Ming Heng would always go to He Zijie and Yu Jing, and he would have no chance to get along with Ming Heng, so he might as well open a room by himself. You can come to Mingheng anytime.

After the house was opened, Shen Mohan sent a message to Ming Heng.

[Shen Mohan: I opened the room, you go back to your own room and have a good rest. ]

After Mingheng saw the news, he was relieved immediately.

He glanced at He Zijie who was still curled up in bed playing with his mobile phone, and said, "Hurry up and buy me some medicine, I'll go back to my room first."

"Yeah, I'll get up in a while." He Zijie was playing mahjong thoroughly. He was ready to get up just now, but Ming Heng ran over and said that he didn't feel well today and would not go to the set, so he lay back down again. It's past seven, it's still early.

Mingheng ignored him, got up and went back to his room.

He didn't tell He Zijie that Shen Mohan was here, and why he didn't tell...he didn't know either.

Ming Heng fell back into the cage after a sleep, and was woken up by the doorbell around noon. He yawned and went to open the door. Shen Mohan was outside the door.

Not surprised at all, he turned around and walked inside.

Shen Mohan followed in with his lunch, and closed the door smoothly.

Ming Heng went directly to wash up, and when he finished washing up, he saw Shen Mohan laying out the food again, this scene...

"What's wrong?" Seeing Ming Heng standing there in a daze, Shen Mohan walked over, and his tall figure instantly enveloped Ming Heng.

Here it comes again. . .

Mingheng regained his senses, and immediately took a step back, "It's nothing, have you had lunch yet?"

Shen Mohan's eyes dimmed, and his eyes followed Ming Heng's movement, "No."

Now the opportunity to be alone with Ming Heng is to eat together, how could he eat alone first?

"That, let's eat, I'm hungry." Ming Heng twitched the corners of his mouth, and sat down to eat.

Shen Mohan sat down opposite him, "Come out for a walk with me in the afternoon."

Mingheng: "..."

He swallowed the food in his mouth, and just about to politely refuse, he heard the other party add another sentence, "Aunt Zheng's birthday is coming soon, have you thought about what gift to give her?"

In fact, Shen Mohan said this to test whether Ming Hengji could remember his birthday. His birthday was in the same month as Zheng Wanyan's, Zheng Wanyan's was on April 4th, and his was on April 5th.

However, Mingheng was stunned, and blurted out: "My mother's birthday? When is it?"

He really didn't know about it. . .

But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, Ming Heng realized that something was wrong. How could it be possible for a son not to remember his parents' birthdays. . . .

He was afraid that Shen Mohan would suspect something, so he pretended to be embarrassed and said: "Uh... yes, my mother's birthday is indeed coming up, if you don't tell me, I really forgot..."

Shen Mohan: "..."

"Then, let's go out for a stroll in the afternoon." Seeing Shen Mohan looking at him all the time, Ming Heng was inexplicably guilty.

However, Shen Mohan was thinking in his heart, why didn't Ming Heng mention his birthday?

He pursed his lips and asked, "Then next month, are you going back to the imperial capital?"

"Eh... this, it's hard to say now, it will depend on the situation."

Shen Mohan was a little disappointed, what does Ming Heng mean?

Did he really forget his birthday, or... didn't care at all?

Do not ask a word. . .

In the past, on his birthday, Ming Heng started preparing gifts early. . .

For a moment, Shen Mohan couldn't tell what it was like.

Mingheng didn't notice his strangeness, and he was slightly relieved when he saw that he hadn't spoken.However, he felt a little ashamed that he didn't even know his family's birthdays. . .

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet. While eating, Ming Heng was thinking about what gift to give Zheng Wanyan.

As for Shen Mohan, his food tasted the same. He could accept that Ming Heng forgot his birthday, or he could accept that he didn't care about his birthday, but...

He has already reminded, but Ming Heng didn't even ask a question?