She still doesn't know if Luo Xingchen is pregnant.

"Memorize lines?" Jin Zeming asked.

"That's right," Lin Shiyun breathed a sigh of relief, "Sister Xingchen memorized her lines late and just fell asleep." ”

Jin Zeming didn't say anything, and made a gesture for her to leave.

Wei Ran gently pushed open the door with interest, put the suitcase inside, and then bowed to Jin Zeming and left.

Jin Zeming entered the house and carefully closed and locked the door with a very light movement.

He was so cautious that even the corners of his mouth drew a charming smile at the thought of the woman he was about to see in his heart.

He thought that Luo Xingchen was really asleep, so when he stood in front of the door leading to the bedroom and saw a graceful and slender figure standing faintly on the other side of the window, he was also stunned.

"I'm pregnant, the child is yours, what to do, have you figured it out?"

A gentle but slightly frightened voice sounded in that corner, Jin Zeming was startled, and a smile was on the corner of his mouth.

Looking at it, Luo Xingchen was standing there, holding his mobile phone to his ear, as if he was talking to someone on the phone.

For a moment, he thought she was calling him, but it was clear that his phone was in his pants bag and was not ringing at all.

He didn't know who was on the other end of the phone, and he didn't hear Luo Xingchen's voice again.

Her arms hung down, and she looked like she had broken off the call.

In the night, because there was no light in the room, one of them stood in front of the window and the other behind the door, and their figures were all hidden in the darkness.

I don't know how long it took, but no one moved.

Jin Zeming looked at the familiar hazy figure, and suddenly the bottom of his heart seemed to be stabbed by someone with a sharp weapon, and it pierced into the deepest part of his heart.

Pain!

This suffocating pain was very foreign to him.

But it gave him a feeling that he would never forget, and suddenly, his hands hanging at his sides were clenched into fists.

"Snap"

He reached for the switch next to the door and turned on the ceiling light in the bedroom.

Luo Xingchen turned around sharply like a frightened deer, and found that he was standing there with a shocked face.

"You...... Why are you here? She was really frightened, and her face turned a little pale.

Isn't he supposed to be with his fiancée in New York?

Why did you suddenly appear here like a ghost?

"Where do I need to inform you?" Jin Zeming strode in, sat down on the bed casually, leaned back slightly, and stared at her.

"I mean, come, don't say anything. There are so many reporters here, and they don't know what to write when they are discovered. ”

Jin Zeming smiled, full of coldness, "I don't care." ”

Luo Xingchen's face froze, he was a man, of course he didn't care.

"It's so late, you haven't slept yet, what are you doing?" He sat there lazily, his handsome face tense, and his dark eyes were as sharp as a sharp edge.

This kind of Jin Zeming made Luo Xingchen's heart tremble a little, and then he was naturally nervous and afraid.

"I ...... I'm reciting lines......" She subconsciously dodged his gaze.

"Lines? How many lines can you have for this character? ”

"The assistant director said to add a little drama."

"Oh?" Jin Zeming took out his mobile phone and called Wei Ran in front of Luo Xingchen, "Find the director's assistant and ask him about adding drama to Miss Luo." ”