After My Ex-Boyfriend's White Moonlight Proposed to Me

In the days that followed, Xie Ning discovered that not only everyone in the art team seemed to know his relationship with Zhuang Yan.

It has also become a well-known thing in the eyes of other staff on the set.

The reason lies in Zhuang Yan's undisguised attitude.

Xie Ning sometimes thinks that a person like Zhuang Yan should come from a very privileged family. Only an excellent family background and strong personal ability can develop this kind of personality that only respects me and doesn't care about others' opinions.

Xie Ning didn't have much contact with Zhuang Yan's father, but he met Ms. Qiao a few times. He was also a strong and confident woman. It is not surprising that Zhuang Yan could be cultivated.

And under this kind of arrogance, they don't despise others easily and casually, and always give them enough respect when getting along with people they recognize.

This made Xie Ning feel even more precious.

The number of times he went to the set has also increased significantly recently, sometimes it is because of business, sometimes it is just idle and boring to pass the time.

Xie Ning didn't want to interfere with Zhuang Yan's work, so most of the time, like now, he would find a quiet corner to watch from a distance.

He brought paper and a pen, and he would draw a few strokes whenever he caught the inspiration.

When I went back to tidy up at night, I found that he didn't intend to draw Zhuang Yan on purpose, but most of the scribbles on the paper were his appearance.

Sheng Shisong commented: "This is probably the power of love. His every move, no matter how ordinary, has a different meaning in your eyes."

Among the actors, Xie Ning is most familiar with Sheng Shisong, and now he took advantage of the fact that his scene hadn't started filming yet, so he walked over to Xie Ning's side to watch him draw.

Xie Ning smiled at him a little embarrassedly.

Sheng Shisong glanced sideways at the painting in his hand, and clicked his tongue: "I'm painting Director Zhuang again."

Xie Ning said, "Draw two strokes conveniently."

He has a solid foundation in painting, and even if he just doodles casually, he looks quite decent.

Sheng Shisong said enviously, "Someone can paint me casually at any time."

Xie Ning was stunned for a moment: "Then shall I draw a picture for you?"

Sheng Shisong glanced at him: "Forget it, I'm afraid Director Zhuang will tear me apart."

Xie Ning laughed: "It's not so exaggerated."

"It's not an exaggeration." Sheng Shisong said, "Every time I appear around you, Director Zhuang looks at me as if he wants to eat me alive. I'm really jealous."

When he finished speaking, he also smiled.

Xie Ning's gaze involuntarily leaned towards Zhuang Yan, who was focusing on the camera with his brows furrowed.

— Frowning seems to be his special expression when filming.

But soon his expression calmed down. I don't know when he found Xie Ning. He turned his head and whispered a few words to the people next to him. After a while, a staff member came to Xie Ning. Come over and hand him a bottle of water.

Xie Ning blinked: "Thank you."

The staff probably had other things to do, so they left in a hurry after handing over the water. Xie Ning was not very used to this kind of special care.

"Will I disturb you too much when I come to the set?" He asked Sheng Shisong.

Sheng Shisong: "No."

Xie Ning didn't really believe it: "Really?"

Sheng Shisong smiled: "Don't you know, in fact, everyone really hopes that you can come to the set more often."

Xie Ning shook his head: "I don't know."

Sheng Shisong: "Didn't you find that the staff is particularly enthusiastic about you?"

Xie Ning: "I thought it was because of Zhuang Yan."

Sheng Shisong laughed out loud: "You are mistaken, no matter which crew you are in, the director has always been the enemy of the whole people."

Xie Ning was surprised: "Why?"

"Because it's difficult." Sheng Shisong said, "If the director is not satisfied with something, other people have to spend energy to change it until he is satisfied. Therefore, whether it is a staff member or an actor, complaining about the director is the last thing they want in private. What I love to do."

Xie Ning thought about it, and found that it made sense.

Sheng Shisong said again: "Especially this one of yours, who is twice as difficult to deal with. I have worked on quite a few crews. Director Zhuang is the most picky one, and he can't be fooled at all."

Xie Ning blushed slightly when he heard "Your guy", and finally couldn't help but defend him: "He's just... picky and a bit perfectionist."

"That's why we have suffered." Sheng Shisong complained, "Do you know how Luo Zixin described him in private?"

Xie Ning asked with great interest, "How do you describe it?"

"NG Maniac." Sheng Shisong said, "Every time he shoots a scene, he will definitely say NG, and you can't hear 'passed, next one' from him until you have a mental breakdown."

Xie Ning couldn't help laughing out loud.

"That's why everyone especially hopes that you can come to the set more often."

Xie Ning was inexplicable: "What does this have to do with me? Could it be that he is not NG when I am present?"

"No." Sheng Shisong said in a low voice, "As long as you're present, he won't scold the actor for being a rotten piece of shit after NG, and will talk to you in a rare and pleasant tone."

For the first time, Luo Zixin was startled by Zhuang Yan's gentle tone. After filming, he stroked his chest and asked Sheng Shi Songzhuang director which muscle was wrong.

Xie Ning choked on a sip of water, and said in a low voice, "Is... so exaggerated?"

Sheng Shisong but smiled silently.

Xie Ning had nothing to do today, so he simply waited until Zhuang Yan finished work, planning to go back to the hotel with him.

When the last scene was filmed, Xie Ning put away the pen and paper in his hand, and just after tidying up, Zhuang Yan walked up to him.

A shadow fell around him, Xie Ning looked up at him and asked, "Finished?"

"Yeah." Zhuang Yan said, "Today's rehearsal is relatively intensive, so I didn't find time to find you."

Xie Ning responded, "I'll just watch here."

Zhuang Yan didn't speak, paused, and asked depressedly: "I'll send you a text message, just ask you to come to me directly, didn't you see?"

Xie Ning was stunned for a moment: "Is there?"

He subconsciously touched his pocket and found that it was empty.

He remembered that he brought his mobile phone with him when he went out in the morning, recalled it, and said, "Maybe I left my mobile phone in the office when I came out."

Zhuang Yan nodded and accepted the explanation.

When returning to the hotel, Xie Ning first went to the conference room on the third floor to find his mobile phone.

At this time, everyone in the art team was gone. Fortunately, Xie Ning had the key, so he could open the door and go in by himself.

It was not too late, so he simply didn't turn on the light, walked to his seat, and saw his phone dropped on the table.

When he picked up the phone, he reached out and pressed it, only to find that the screen was still black, probably out of battery.

Is the battery of the Apple mobile phone so undisabled?

He was puzzled for a few seconds, but didn't think much about it.

After such a delay, when I went upstairs, I happened to meet Sheng Shisong again.

Seeing him, Zhuang Yan clasped Xie Ning's waist possessively, and hugged him into his arms.

Sheng Shisong shrugged helplessly, then glanced at Xie Ning again, as if to say, "I'm right, I'm really jealous".

Xie Ning held back for a while, but he didn't hold back, and his ears blushed quietly.

The elevator stopped on the top floor, and after saying goodbye to Sheng Shisong, the two walked to the door. Seeing that Zhuang Yan didn't understand, Xie Ning went to look for his room card.

As soon as he lowered his head, Zhuang Yan pushed his body against the wall next to him, and his whole body was enveloped by him.

Xie Ning blinked, but before he could speak, Zhuang Yan lowered his head and put his earlobe in his mouth.

"Still outside..." Xie Ning subconsciously wanted to push him away.

Zhuang Yan touched his forehead, the tip of his nose was almost touching, and the sound of their breathing slowly intertwined.

"But I can't wait." Zhuang Yan said in a low voice, "You didn't come to see me all afternoon."

Xie Nin said, "I didn't see the text message."

Zhuang Yan snorted again: "And you have been chatting with Sheng Shisong for so long."

Xie Ning: "Not too long."

Zhuang Yan said, "We chatted for more than an hour and 15 minutes, isn't it too long?"

Xie Ning was dumb for a moment, having nothing to say, and then said after a while: "You've got it all in your mind?"

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Of course."

Xie Ning couldn't help but raised his head and kissed Zhuang Yan on the lips compensatingly.

"Then if I bribe you, can you let me in?"

Zhuang Yan licked his lips eagerly, and let him go.

After entering the room, Xie Ning hung his coat on the hanger. After a while, he remembered the dead phone in his pocket and took it back to the bedroom to charge it.

After charging for about 10 minutes, Xie Ning pressed and held the power button, intending to see what message Zhuang Yan sent him.

Not long after the phone screen lit up, several missed calls popped up first.

Xie Ning looked at the notifications that filled the screen, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart inexplicably.

He made up his mind, and first called back the person who called most often—Uncle Zhong.

Uncle Zhong picked up the bell almost a second after it rang.

His voice was a little distorted on the phone, with a hint of panic, but his words were still clear.

"Master, Mr. Xie fell down the stairs today and was sent to the hospital. He hasn't woken up yet..."

Xie Ning's mind buzzed, and he couldn't think of anything in an instant.

Uncle Zhong's ethereal voice rang in his ears: "...can you come back as soon as possible?"

It seemed like it took Xie Ning a long time to understand what he meant. He opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

Uncle Zhong didn't hear the response, so he asked anxiously, "Young master?"

Xie Ning felt that his body didn't feel like his own anymore. He propped himself on the edge of the bed, and managed to find his voice: "Grandpa... is he alright?"

Uncle Zhong paused: "After all, the old man is old, and his health has always been bad... The doctor said that the situation is not very optimistic. He may not be able to wake up, or..."

Xie Ning grasped the phone blankly, feeling dizzy for a while.

When his consciousness came back together again, he found himself sitting on the ground, but he couldn't feel any pain.

All consciousness seemed to be ripped from him.

Zhuang Yan was not at ease when he heard the movement in the master bedroom, and was taken aback by his distressed appearance after entering the door.

"What's wrong?" He squatted down, trying to pull Xie Ning up.

Xie Ning's hand pinched his arm, but when he stood up, his whole body was so weak that he fell directly into Zhuang Yan's arms.

Smelling the familiar aura of Zhuang Yan, he slowly absorbed the power of peace of mind.

He pressed against Zhuang Yan's chest, speaking incoherently: "I...I want to go back."