Meng Chuyuan just took out the mobile phone from his bag, just glanced at the name on the note, and before he could operate, the other party hung up the phone.

Watching the screen of the incoming call disappear on the screen of his mobile phone, Meng Chuyuan was suddenly stunned.

"What's the situation?" If Meng Chuyuan's other hand hadn't been raised, she might have suspected that it was caused by her failure to see clearly and a mistake.

Confirming that this was the phone that Lu Qingye took the initiative to hang up, the doubts in Meng Chuyuan's eyes gradually deepened.

Then she turned against the customer and made a video call, and was quickly answered.

Lu Qingye was sitting in a single chair with a marble wall behind him and a collection cabinet next to it with various small objects on it.

Judging by the background around him, Meng Chuyuan felt that he should be in the office.

"Why did you just hang up the phone?" Lu Qingye's state is a little relaxed to the naked eye, and it is estimated that he is not so busy at this time.

They had agreed to contact each other twice a week, but now that the week is about to pass, they haven't called once.

"Just forgot about jet lag, I thought you slept." saw that Meng Chuyuan was wearing a coat at home, with a silk scarf tied around his neck, and it happened to be the one he sent.

Lu Qingye's eyebrows frowned slightly, and his tone was full of doubts: "Why do you dress like this at night?"

He guessed that Meng Chuyuan's dress was either ready to go out, or he had already gone out and didn't have time to change.

"I was eating out with a friend in the evening, and I heard you call me just after I came back." Meng Chuyuan lifted his eyes and looked at him seriously: "What's wrong?" Is there something wrong with the call? ”

"It's nothing, cover the quilt at night, don't catch a cold." Seeing Meng Chuyuan go out and wear the silk scarf he gave to eat with friends, his mood was also inexplicably relaxed.

"That's it?"

"Also, your menstrual period is approaching, remember to bring the things you want to use when you go to record the show."

Seeing him say such a thing, Meng Chuyuan was taken aback: "How do you know?" ”

"I saw it in this calendar." In the days when Lu Qingye returned to China and lived with Meng Chuyuan, he had a basic understanding of Meng Chuyuan's living habits.

Meng Chuyuan likes to make marks on the desk calendar, toothpaste likes to squeeze from the bottom, cosmetics and clothing must be classified, and the placement is also regular, and the quilt will be folded immediately when he gets up.

These traces of life are too obvious, and Lu Qingye naturally pays attention to them.

Meng Chuyuan nodded his head: "Okay, I know." ”

"Take care of yourself." Lu Qingye said again: "If you don't want to record, you can stop at any time, and I will bear the losses caused to the show." ”

Meng Chuyuan and Lu Jinsen went to record together without his knowledge, and it can be said that he has never been optimistic about this show.

Of course, this may also have something to do with his own conditions.

Because he is not short of money, and he is not in the entertainment industry.

Meng Chuyuan smiled: "I don't want to record it, I think it's quite fun." ”

After all, she is also a child from the countryside, and every time she sees those old houses and simple local customs, she feels that her life is so beautiful now.

"That's okay, it's not too early, you rest early." Lu Qingye lowered his eyes, his gaze suddenly fell on Meng Chuyuan's neck, and said to her slowly: "You look good wearing this silk scarf." ”

Meng Chuyuan subconsciously reached out and touched the silk scarf, and said with a smile: "It shows that Mr. Lu's vision is still quite good." ”

(End of chapter)