He Cheng felt that it made sense, and he couldn't refute it. had to let Song Meilun toss.

"Okay, you can rest by yourself, I'll go back to work first." Song Meilun kneaded it almost.

Get ready to get up.

He Cheng looked at the small and delicate body and got up, and suddenly stretched out his hand.

pulled Song Meilun, who had just gotten up, into the sofa.

"You." Song Meilun was angry, and her face quickly turned red.

Because this posture is really a bit.

He Cheng's entire body was almost pressed against her, and the questions of the two people could be clearly felt.

"What's wrong with me?" He Cheng's tall nose bridge almost touched Song Meilun's, and his eyes were blazing.

The warm breath is full of male hormones.

"I'm going back to work." Song Meilun was almost about to fall into He Cheng's gentle township.

Song Meilun, who came back to her senses, pushed away He Cheng and hurriedly stood up.

I tidied up my clothes, picked up my bag and rushed out the door.

He Cheng sat up from the sofa and pursed the corners of his lips, hooking the corners of his lips.

It's a little interesting, it's the first time to tease such a shy woman.

Mu Zhuoyao also drove the driveway and took a walk by the river at will, and his time alone was also very comfortable.

I looked in the mirror in the car, but fortunately, the injury on my face was not very serious, and I couldn't see it, but it was much better than He Cheng.

Mu Zhuoyao stayed outside until late before going back, because he was afraid that Yan Huaijing would see the look on his face.

In this way, the days passed peacefully for a few days.

Mu Zhuoyao went back late at night every night, but fortunately, his face was almost better after a few days.

"Mr. Mu, the last time you participated in Miss Ruan Manjun's script interview, the TV series has been completed, and the screenwriter invited you to attend the finale banquet.

Mu Zhuoyao took a look at the invitation, does he need to go to this kind of small banquet.

I threw it in the trash.

It's not strange to find care, because there are too many invitations of all sizes, and if Mr. Mu goes to each of them, I'm afraid it will have to wait for a few years.

At this time, the phone rang.

Mu Zhuoyao looked at the caller ID, it was Ruan Manjun.

"Hey, Brother Mu."

"Say, what's the matter?"

"That, Brother Mu, the script audition you went to last time, the TV series has been completed, and tomorrow night at seven o'clock in the Royal Hotel, Brother Mu, you will go."

Ruan Manjun asked tentatively.

Because Zhang Qing told Ruan Manjun today that he would send an invitation to Mu Zhuoyao and told Ruan Manjun to let her confirm it.

Ruan Manjun is naturally very happy, after all, he is the heroine, and this play is auditioned by Mu Zhuoyao himself, in a sense, Ruan Manjun also wants to ask Mu Zhuoyao to go.

Mu Zhuoyao hesitated for a moment, did not agree immediately, and only said, "I'll see if I'm free." ”

Because he just threw that invitation in the trash.

"Well, Brother Namu, you must take the time to come." Nguyen Manjun was in anticipation.

"Okay." Mu Zhuoyao thought about it and agreed.

It's true that she has been too cold to Ruan Manjun recently, and she hasn't done anything wrong.

"That's great, Brother Mu, I'll wait for you." Ruan Manjun was about to jump up happily on the other end of the phone.

Mu Zhuoyao hung up the phone, raised his eyes and glanced at Assistant Zhao who was standing in front of him stupidly, and then at the invitation card in the trash can.

Assistant Zhao immediately understood, picked up the invitation card that had just been thrown in from the trash can, and came out.

"Mr. Mu, give." Assistant Zhao also helped wipe the surface of the invitation card and handed it to Mu Zhuoyao.

Mu Zhuoyao let out a low "en" and took the invitation, "Okay, you can go out." ”

That might be cooler.

Assistant Zhao walked out of the office with a smile, and always felt that Mu Zhuoyao recently was no longer the cold appearance he used to be, and there was a little more fireworks.

Mu Zhuoyao didn't tell Yan Huaijing that he was going to attend the finale banquet, because Yan Huaijing basically didn't talk to him in the past two days, and he didn't have much opportunity to tell her about it.

In the past few days, Huaijing has been checking the information of those drug dealers at home, plus looking for a job.

So I don't have time to worry about Mu Zhuoyao's affairs.

The finale will start in an hour.

Ruan Manjun called again just now to remind Mu Zhuoyao not to be absent.

Mu Zhuoyao simply put down his work and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and watched the traffic outside the window.

At this time, in my mind, Yan Huaijing's figure and small face flashed.

Mu Zhuoyao tried to let her figure wade in her mind.

But it always lingers.

"Mr. Mu, it's time, it's time to go." Assistant Zhao knocked on the door outside dedicatedly.

Mu Zhuoyao finally came back to his senses, didn't think about it, picked up the coat on the sofa and went out.

Soon, the car drove to the door of the Royal Court, and there were unusually many media reporters today, and I don't know who confided the news of Mu Zhuoyao's possible appearance to the reporters, causing the entire Imperial Court to be overcrowded.

The security guards at the gate are trying their best to maintain order.

"Today's front page of the news is this TV series again." A reporter said with his camera in his hand.

"Isn't it, I also said that Mu Zhuoyao would come, and it became popular when it was turned on, and now that it is finished, Mu Zhuoyao is still here. Isn't that enough of a gimmick? Another female reporter chimed in.

"That's it, it seems that this TV series has become popular before it is broadcast, and it is also the protagonist of Ruan Manjun, so you don't have to think about it."

"This screenwriter is really a good method."

"That's not it."

"Drive the car to the back door, I'll enter through the back door." Mu Zhuoyao looked at the dazzling flashing lights in the car and said with a frown.

"Yes." Assistant Zhao actually doesn't like this kind of occasion very much, and feels that people's privacy is gone.

The reporters on the front line saw Mu Zhuoyao's car stop and leave, and a group of people chased after the car for a while.

But I couldn't catch up, so I had to give up.

"What do you say Mu Zhuoyao is going on, coming and leaving?"

"I don't know, maybe it's just a formality."

"No, I heard that it has spread inside, and today Ruan Manjun himself said that Mu Zhuoyao will come."

"Who knows, we'll see when the time comes."

in the dressing room.

"Brother Mu, haven't you come yet?" Nguyen Manjun's makeup artist is touching up her makeup.

"Soon, the man at the door said his car had arrived at the door." The agent held a smiling face.

"Yes, that's good."

"Oh no, Mr. Mu's car just arrived at the door, but the person didn't get out of the car, so I don't know where to go." Rushing in at the door was the crew assistant.

Zhang Qing should have asked her to report the news.

"What?" Ruan Manjun suddenly lost his face.

How can it come and go again.

"Manjun, you should make a phone call quickly. Ask, what's going on. Seeing this, the agent urged Ruan Manjun to call Mu Zhuoyao.