Tang Nuan'er looked at him incredulously.

Wu Sen handed Tang Nuan'er to the two subordinates guarding the door: "Take it down." He said in disgust: "Keep her away from the young master, this woman's spirit is a little abnormal." ”

actually said that he looked like Miss Song.

"I ......"

Before Tang Nuan'er could speak, she was taken down by those two obedient subordinates.

In the middle of the night, it snowed.

Wen Shiyu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, he looked at the endless darkness in front of him, his eyes were heavy, and he didn't say a word.

Wu Sen looked at his lonely and lonely back, his eyes slightly worried.

It snowed overnight.

The lights in the room were also on all night.

Three days later, Mrs. Wen decided to go back.

She glanced at her delicate and handsome son in front of her, came to him, and reached out to straighten his tie: "Take care of yourself, I don't want to hear any more news that you have disposed of all the fitters." ”

Wen Shiyu leaned away from her touch and hummed perfunctorily.

Mrs. Wen's hand was in vain, she paused, withdrew her hand in frustration, and got into the car.

Seeing her leave, Wen Shiyu turned around, and his eyes instantly became gloomy: "Tell me Song Yixi's current location!" ”

Wu Sen hesitated and gave him an address.

Five minutes later, black cars left the palace-like building, ran over the unmelted snow, and sped in the direction of Cloud City.

……

"Director."

Song Yixi was brought back to her senses by this shout, she was stunned, and looked at Lin Nan in front of her: "What's wrong?" ”

"Your face is not very good, are you sick?" Lin Nan was wearing a long black down jacket, holding the script in his hand, and looked at her worriedly.

"It's been cold for the past two days, and it's just a little cold." Song Yixi smiled at her, her pale face was lined with black hair and became more and more small, she leaned forward: "Is there something wrong?" ”

"...... here" Lin Nan hurriedly handed her the script, "I don't understand ......"

Song Yixi glanced at it, organized the language, and spoke to her seriously.

After the filming of the next scene, today's filming task officially ended, and Song Yixi even checked the props before walking out of the filming location.

She was the last to come out, smelling the cold snow in the air, and her steps became slower and slower.

The snow under her feet reflected the bright light of the sun, and she looked down quietly, her dark eyes were dazed and helpless.

It's as if she's back in time again, and she's the only one left in the world.

Didn't know where to go, and no one was waiting for her.

There was a sound of footsteps ahead, Song Yixi looked up inadvertently, and after seeing the man's face, she paused!

The snow was clear, and he stood not far away, looking at her with indifferent eyes.

Song Yixi looked at Wen Shiyu's familiar and beautiful face, her heart beat heavily, and the things in her hand rolled to the ground all of a sudden, but she couldn't care about it, her eyes were astringent, and when she came back to her senses, she had already strode into his arms.

She hugged him tightly, listened to the voice of his heart, her voice was aggrieved and hoarse, and said eagerly: "Where the hell have you been?" Why didn't you answer my call? I thought you were ......"

She didn't know anything about him, and after the fire, she thought something had happened to him.

She didn't know who to ask or where to look, and she made countless calls to him, but his phone kept turning off, and she felt panicked and scared from the bottom of her heart.