Chapter Seventy-Five: Do You Think of Me as a God?
Within a few days, he took the initiative to contact Yu Yan and told her the agreed time and place.
After Yu Yan hung up the phone, she carefully touched up her makeup in front of the makeup mirror, with a smug smile on her face.
I didn't expect this eldest lady of the Liu family to be so easy to deceive, let her do whatever she wanted. She wouldn't bother with someone who didn't matter.
The reason why she went to talk to Liu Ruo was just because she wanted to climb the bangs and marry into a wealthy family. She believed that her appearance was more than enough to attract a man.
In the past two days, Jiang Game took leave from the crew, and stayed at home reading day and night, studying the script.
Mother Jiang was a little worried and walked back and forth in the study.
"What do you think is going on with our son? Did he quarrel with Liu Ruo? Jiang Mu began to think crankily.
Father Jiang snorted coldly, he heard about the events at the banquet, and expressed his disdain for all kinds of things that his son encountered emotionally.
It's not that he doesn't support Jiang Game's free love, it's just that free love should also pay attention to the right person, and being with a female star who is full of scandals and is pregnant and ambiguous with other men, this is a loss of face for the Jiang family.
"Someone is looking for the old lady outside." The servant shouted outside.
When the two went out, they saw that it was a very beautiful woman, she looked well-dressed in a formal suit, and her gestures looked like the elite of contemporary ladies.
When he saw the old lady, he smiled and introduced himself to them, "Hello, I'm Jiang Game's agent, come and send him a new script." ”
"How do I remember that the agent before the game was..."Jiang Mu was puzzled.
Jiang Bowen appeared upstairs at some point, "I asked her to come." ”
Jiang Game said this, and Jiang Mu didn't ask again.
The man followed Jiang Game into the room, and as soon as the door closed, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh my God, your family is so scary!"
Jiang Bowen couldn't laugh when she looked at her, but she also cared about why Gu Mianmian was here.
"Why are you here?"
Gu Mianmian said anxiously, "I came here to hope that you can help me, and I want to ask you to save Yu Qingling." ”
As soon as he heard that it was related to Yu Qingling, Jiang Bowen immediately raised his spirits.
Gu Mianmian hurriedly told all the things about Yu Qingling being imprisoned by Zheng Wenyu, suffering from depression, and even wanting to commit suicide, Jiang Bowen clenched his fists when he heard this, and slammed his fist on the desk.
"Scum! Wasn't it okay the other day? ”
"These things are also troublesome to say, in short, it's all Zheng Wenyu's fault, should we think about what to do?" Gu Mianmian was also anxious.
She originally wanted to visit Yu Qingling, but when she saw Yu Qingling's mental state, she was stupid and could only come to seek Jiang Game's help.
On the other hand, Yu Qingling has already been taken home by Zheng Wenyu, in order to take care of Yu Qingling, Zheng Wenyu runs home every day, no matter how busy he is at work, he will take a time to talk to Yu Qingling, although Yu Qingling has never responded to him.
Yu Qingling saw all of these things, but she didn't say a word about them, repeating mechanical actions every day.
One day she woke up from a nap at five or six o'clock in the afternoon.
By this time the sky had darkened, the lights were not turned on in the room, and a faint light was projected through the curtains.
Yu Qingling sat on the bed and was stunned for a long time before she realized the current time, and suddenly she was overwhelmed by a sadness.
In the darkness, she groped for the light by the faint light, and as soon as she opened the door, she heard a very beautiful piano sound, and the soles of her feet somehow changed from white marble tiles to soft red carpets.
She walked down the carpet to the downstairs, where the hall on the first floor was covered with red rose petals.
And Zheng Wenyu was in the kitchen at this time, and he didn't know what he was busy with, but he saw Zhang's mother beside him and kept instructing.
"Sir, note that this is to be cut into strips, not strips."
"Ouch, sir, I'll come..."
"Oh, sir, don't move, no one will add this to the dish."
Yu Qingling walked over, and saw Zheng Wenyu wearing an apron and working on the pot under the guidance of Zhang's mother.
"Hey, ma'am, why did you come down?"
At this time, Yu Qingling's figure was seen by Zhang's mother, and Zhang's mother hurriedly reminded Zheng Wenyu, and Zheng Wenyu immediately turned around and blocked everything behind him with his body.
"Why did you come down? Why don't you sleep a little longer? Zheng Wenyu's voice was rare with a weak heart.
Yu Qingling did not speak, but turned around and came to the dining room, sat at the dining table, and looked at the flowers on the table in silence.
"Sir, hurry up, why don't you make this dish, serve those." Zhang's mother was urging on the side, and Zheng Wenyu hurriedly got busy again.
It didn't take long for the table to be filled with a variety of dishes.
Yu Qingling looked at the roses that were pressed to the bottom of the plate, and felt sad for no reason.
Zhang's mother said softly on the side, "Madam, this is all done by Mr. in an afternoon, you can taste it." ”
Yu Qingling nodded, picked up the chopsticks and poked them twice in the rice, and then ate slowly.
She ate very quietly without the slightest expression, Zheng Wenyu looked at Yu Qingling with anticipation, "Is it delicious?" ”
Yu Qingling didn't speak, Zheng Wenyu picked up the chopsticks himself, and spit it out after only one bite, "Don't eat it, it's too salty." ”
And Yu Qingling didn't stop, and continued to hold the dishes, Zheng Wenyu walked over and held her hand to stop her from continuing to pick up the vegetables.
"I said don't eat it."
Yu Qingling shook him off, and then said the first thing she said to him after returning from the hospital, "Why do you want to cook?" ”
Zheng Wenyu was a little surprised, could it be that today she made a table dish by mistake to make her let go of the mustard in her heart.
"Mr. said that Madame has been in poor health recently, and she wants to cook a meal to make you happy." Zhang's mother reminded in a whisper on the side.
"Oh?" Yu Qingling stopped her chopsticks at this time, and then looked at Zheng Wenyu.
"Mom Zhang, you go down first, I have a few words to say to Mr."
Zhang's mother hurriedly walked away, and by the way, she took away the other servants who had been looking at the living room by the way.
Zheng Wenyu's heart was pounding, after waiting for so long, Yu Qingling was finally willing to forgive him, only to see Yu Qingling standing in front of him, looking at himself with dark and deep eyes.
"What do you think of me?"
Zheng Wenyu was stunned, and then he heard Yu Qingling say, "Let me ask you, what do you think of me?" What kind of role am I in your heart, and if not, will you still do this to me now, this child? ”
Zheng Wenyu looked at her, those originally clear and bright eyes looked full of tiredness at the moment, she was not a little white rabbit now, nor a little fox, just a woman who was tired of feelings.
This made Zheng Wenyu feel distressed.