own heart?

Fang Zhiyu's eyes drooped slightly, and her long eyelashes covered the emotions under her eyes.

The alarm bell in her heart was ringing, and she unconsciously thought about the so-called contractual relationship, as well as ......

The heart that is gradually falling away.

"His care and care for you has long gone beyond that contract, and you must feel this, but you still have to make your own decisions about emotional matters. ”

Thinking of the words that Qiao Shiman gently held his wrist and carefully told him before leaving, his heart jumped as if he had been poked by something.

Fang Zhiyu was silent, her fingers pinched the corner of the script, and she unintentionally rubbed the folds.

It seems that you can still feel the minty smell unique to men......

After a moment of loss, she got up with a stack of documents.

It's better to get busy with work first!

The warm orange light of the office was reflected overhead, reflecting the small figure of the woman on the wall, and the sound of the pen rubbing the paper rustled, and the beautiful font fell.

In order not to let herself be cranky, Fang Zhiyu simply reviewed the work that needed to be handled one by one in the near future, and when she left the company, it was already early in the morning.

The next day, I arrived at the shooting site early.

As Qiao Shiman said, the cooperation of the actors has become more and more tacit, and the filming of "Dream Flowers" is getting better.

After a scene was called cut, the screenwriter came to her to discuss the revision.

"We tried it a few times, and we always felt that the scene between the male and female protagonists was still a little bit worse. ”

The screenwriter's fingers dangled at his temples, trying to express his feelings, "It's like there's too much white space." ”

Appropriate blank space can improve the style of the work, but this set of conclusions is obviously not applicable in emotional dramas.

After thinking about it for a moment, Fang Zhiyu gave a suggestion.

Busy time always flies, and she is addicted to it.

At the very least, I won't waste my mind on something that is difficult to think about for a while.

Sitting in front of the machine, looking at the scene being filmed on the monitor, Fang Zhiyu lost her mind for a moment.

She is not a person who likes to escape, but for the first time, she felt that it was more difficult to deal with the matter with Xiao Junchen than to let her finish the script of a micro-movie overnight.

After all, the script still has ideas to follow, but her heart is now in a mess.

Evening.

said goodbye to the crew, and as soon as she walked downstairs to the company, Fang Zhiyu saw a familiar car at a glance.

The windows of the car were gently rolled down, and the man's indifferent and charming features came into view.

"Get in the car, I'll take you back. ”

There was a sound of opening and closing from the co-pilot's door, and Fang Zhiyu quickly sat next to Xiao Junchen.

But the car didn't start for a long time.

She turned her head suspiciously, meeting the man's inquiring gaze.

"Didn't get a good rest?"

At the first glance of Fang Zhiyu, he noticed that the woman's eyes were a little blue, and her brows frowned unconsciously.

"It's okay, I worked an extra shift last night. ”

Fang Zhiyu avoided the serious, shook her head and looked out the window.

The engine started, and there was a brief silence in the car.

"Grandpa is going to have a birthday, the day after tomorrow. ”

"Oh. ”

Fang Zhiyu replied nonchalantly, and paused for a few seconds before reacting.

She turned her head in surprise and looked at the people around her.

"You just said ......"

"So we're going back to the old house for a few days. ”

Lightly abandoning these two sentences, the man raised his eyebrows slightly.

The word "birthday" exploded in her ears like a muffled thunder, and Fang Zhiyu hurriedly took out her mobile phone from her bag and clicked on the calendar.

The date of the day after tomorrow was drawn in a big circle, reminding the important schedule, but because she was busy, she completely ignored it.

From Xiao Junchen's angle, he could just see the woman's cheeks slightly flushed because of anxiety and chagrin, and even the tips of her ears were a little imperceptible pink.

Satisfied with the woman's reaction, he stared at the road without squinting.

"Mr. Fang was busy with work, and he carelessly forgot the birthday of his elders, and grandpa will understand. ”

Fang Zhiyu naturally heard his ridicule, and retorted, "You don't come!"

After a while, she suddenly stretched out her hand, her white fingers grabbed Xiao Junchen's sleeve, and her tone was a little softer.

"I remember there was a nice antique city nearby......"

It's not too late to make up for it.

Xiao Junchen understood, didn't continue to tease the woman, and turned the head of the car at the intersection.

Ten minutes later, the antique market.

Neither of them changed their suits, shuttling through an antique street, but unexpectedly a little compatible.

Collectors who are close to the middle and elderly are almost always in the middle and old age, and they happily shuttle from store to store just to find a piece of the collection they like.

Xiao Junchen naturally took Fang Zhiyu's hand and went directly into a store with the most complete collections.

The furnishings in the house are almost all made of solid wood, simple and elegant, and there are delicate wooden plates at the door, burning with light sandalwood.

The clerk in Hanfu quickly greeted him with a smile, and his years of experience gave him an intuition that as long as he received these two customers well, the monthly commission would be considerable.

"The two of you, please, if you need to speak at any time. ”

Inviting people in, the clerk took a few steps back playfully, giving them plenty of space.

After walking around the store, Fang Zhiyu quickly took a fancy to a set of tea sets.

The teapot and teacup are both high-grade nanmu red, and a landscape is delicately carved on the side, adding a bit of mystery.

"This young lady has a good eye, this tea set collection is a unique and rare item that our boss has found. ”

The clerk's gaze was between the two, and he added smartly, "It's also the most suitable gift for meeting parents." ”

Fang Zhiyu's newly raised arm paused slightly, and turned her head to look at the person behind her.

Meet the parents?

She shook her head, eager to explain, but her waist was tightened.

"We've been married for a long time, and we've come to pick a birthday present for my grandfather. ”

The distance between the two suddenly narrowed because of the man's movements, and the blatant ambiguity made Fang Zhiyu blush.

"It's my clumsiness. The clerk will see the intimate gesture of the person in his eyes, and show a clear expression.

Fang Zhiyu was a little at a loss, so she had to step on her feet slightly, reached for the tray of the tea set, and when she took it off from the height of the counter, her hand was a little unstable.

Another pair of large hands covered the back of her hand in time and held the tea set down steadily.

Patiently putting the tray down, Fang Zhiyu withdrew her hand a little hurriedly, and her cheeks turned a little red.

The man didn't notice it, his fingertips caressed the edge of the teacup, but his eyes stared straight at Fang Zhiyu.

"What do you think of this?"

After being ridiculed like this, Fang Zhiyu still had the heart to look at the tea set, so she took out a card directly from her bag and handed it to the clerk, "Trouble wrap it up." ”

When leaving the antique city, the last trace of the setting sun happened to disappear in the sky.

The woman's side face was dyed orange and pink by the sunset, and she walked in front with a complete set of tea sets, with a little chagrin on her back.

Xiao Junchen saw it in his eyes, but he liked it more and more.