Chapter 154 Who is that sacred backstage?

  The man was standing behind her, his breath flicking across her ears.

  Learning that Jing Jihan would not leave right away, Shisu felt inexplicably loose in an instant that he had not completely landed because of the dead cat.

  She nodded while arranging Shi Mianmian's hair: "Anyway, this is your place. I haven't moved anything in the study. You can use it as you please."

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  Ten thirty at night.

  Mianmian has fallen asleep long ago.

  Jing Jihan has been more than an hour since entering the study.

Shi Su remembered that the bag of tea he had brought from home was the Yuqian Longjing that Jing Jihan had seen in her house. After thinking about it, he got up to boil water and tea, then knocked on the door of the study, holding a teacup. walk into.

  "Isn't it done? Are you going to be busy until late?"

  "Several new projects of the overseas branch are about to be established. The materials have been delivered to me and I need to review and approve them immediately."

  Speaking of work, Jing Jihan's occasional light ridicule and occasional Laiyue Qingfeng style seemed to disappear, replaced by uprightness and solemnity.

  Jing Jihan looked at the computer screen and focused on work.

  Shisu looked at the side for a moment, and gently put the tea cup down.

  The man's back is straight, like a pine like a cypress, and the smoky-grey shirt is sternly cold in the dim light of the study.

  For a time, everything seemed to be peaceful and far away.

Shi Su looked at him for a moment, and didn’t know why he wanted him to work overtime here all night, or if he’s tired, he would rest here. If he sleeps in the master bedroom, she can live in other rooms, and there are so many rooms here... …

  As if the mood was not stable enough, every time I saw him sitting here, I returned to peace again.

  Shi Su took a few scripts, returned to the study, and settled down on a single sofa.

  These scripts are the ones newly received by Sister Jun. The production team is good. There are modern fashion dramas and ancient dramas. The styles are different, and the sincerity of sending the scripts is very high.

  The desk was occupied, she held another notebook to check the original script related to the script and the character analysis, and at the same time opened the script to compare the adapted plot to analyze the personality of each character.

  Jing Jihan knew that Shisu would be scared tonight, she didn't say anything, and the occasional absence of consciousness that was different from tonight showed that she was shocked in her heart.

  Although he really intends to accompany her more here, he has always been too focused on work. While discussing the merits of new projects with overseas partners, he checked the materials sent over there.

   Busy until eleven o’clock in the evening, he noticed the cold cup of tea behind him, and he also noticed Shisu lying on the sofa in the study.

  Shi Su sat there cross-legged, holding a notebook and still checking the original materials.

  Jing Jihan regained his gaze and continued to chat with the overseas partner about the follow-up, until more than an hour later, the time was almost late at night, and there was a steady, shallow breathing in the air.

   When Su Wo fell asleep on the sofa.

  The script and notebook are placed next to the sofa.

  The tied ball head of the little woman was loosened because of the sleeping position. The button on the collar of her pajamas was tied to the top. She leaned on the sofa, tilted her head, and slept very heavily.

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  Early the next morning, Shi Su was awakened by a phone call. She had a nightmare last night, but then she didn’t know why she suddenly stopped dreaming, and she slept peacefully until now.

   She narrowed her eyes and grabbed the phone and put it to her ear: "Hello? Sister Jun?"

  "Shisu, where is the specific address of your current place? I just received a new script. The theme and team are good. The film crew asked for a reply within three days. I will send you the book now."

  Shi Su turned over on the bed, before replying, suddenly his expression paused, and he sat up with a rub.

  When did she go back to bed?

  Not in the study last night?

  Later, I was too sleepy, and I didn’t want to go back to the room alone, and I didn’t want to bother you while sleeping, so I didn’t know why I fell asleep on the sofa.

  How did she go back to the bedroom?

   "Where is the address?" Sister Jun urged on the phone.

  Shi Su subconsciously reported the address, and then suddenly regretted it after speaking, feeling that Sister Jun would have misunderstood, after all, the Kaixing Mansion is something she can afford to live in casually now.

  Jun was indeed surprised, but the script was also anxiously sent. After asking for the address, she hung up and said see you later.

Shi Su grabbed the messy hair, and then lay back on the bed. After squinting for two minutes, he felt unable to sleep. He quickly got up and took a shower in the bathroom in the bedroom. She walked out of the bedroom in her pajamas, ready to prepare breakfast for Shi Mianmian.

The day after    was the weekend, when Mianmian didn’t have to go to kindergarten, she seemed to be back to the trivial daily life of not being too busy and just focusing on the children.

   When did Jing Jihan leave?

  Will you leave after you’re done?

  After frying two eggs, she fried a few more slices of ham and made a sandwich that Mianmian loved to eat. When she was ready, she warmed up the milk and asked Mianmian to wake up to drink.

  Just as breakfast was ready, the doorbell suddenly rang, and sister Jun’s WeChat was sent over, asking her to open the door.

  Shi Su wiped his hands to open the door.

  Sister Jun stood outside the door, her eyes quickly glanced at the big living room behind her, and then she looked at her and asked, "Whose house is this?"

  Sure enough, Sister Jun’s three hundred and sixty-five questions were late but arrived.

  "Friends." Shisu also knew that his answer was perfunctory.

  She can't answer that it's the little boy in your mouth.

  Jun Jun gave her a white look, knowing that this is not Shisu’s own home, Xiangli probed the probe again and said, “Is it convenient for me to go in?”

   "Convenient, of course convenient." Shisu quickly invited people in.

  At first sight, all the breath of life here is no different from what Shisu used to be.

In addition to the size of the house, I don’t know how many times, the furniture and facilities are also expensive and low-key, especially the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, which is a full plus point. This is really a top-notch apartment from the layout to the decoration. .

"Shisu, I know everything that has happened since you joined the crew of "The Traces of Yaotai" to the present." Sister Jun walked around in the living room and said, "You are taking your children alone. , And indeed there should be a reliable person by your side. Although I don’t know the sacred background that has been covering you, but if this person is very reliable and values ​​you, you must be good Cherish it, but remember not to be exposed to your relationship easily. You must control this degree."

  Shi Su has always admired Sister Jun’s brain replenishment speed: "... Sister Jun, you have misunderstood again."

  Jun gave her a sideways glance, and raised her hand to interrupt her: "Don't worry about the misunderstanding, anyway, you can just clean off the little white face who lived in your house back then!"

  When Su was about to talk, he suddenly saw the door of the study room behind Jun Jun open.

  The man she thought had left came out of the study, and when she heard Sister Jun’s words, her calm and indifferent gaze fell on the back of Sister Jun’s head.

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  　　4000, good night~

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)