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The brightly colored bed quilt covers his body, and the scorching warmth is like a blazing bonfire in a fireplace, always warming Nakamura Masahiro's body and protecting him from the late night chill.

The emptiness in his heart is like a sunken hole, as if it has been hollowed out, like a water bottle that has been drained in one gulp. Without the sense of conquest and satisfaction after passion, what Nakamura Masahiro feels is endless emptiness.<

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A quiet atmosphere enveloped the surroundings, like a library with a strong study atmosphere. Apart from the sound of the heartbeat that could be felt, there seemed to be no other noise.

I don’t know how long it took, but another cell phone ring suddenly rang without warning, which seemed a bit harsh in this quiet atmosphere. Even though Nakamura Masahiro was in a state of relaxation, he couldn’t help but be startled.<

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"Moses Moses?"

Subconsciously looking at the caller ID, Nakamura Masahiro found that the call was from his mother, Mizuki Fukuda. This made him feel a little confused and quite puzzling.

According to what he knew about his mother, Mizuki Fukuda, if there was nothing wrong, the other party would not call him at will. Moreover, it was still chosen at this time?

"Yahong, it's me."

Just when Nakamura Masahiro was guessing the reason why his mother Fukuda Mizuki called, the other party's soft and gentle voice had already sounded, and then reached Nakamura Masahiro's ears.

"Hi, Ocasan, what's the matter?"

The thoughts of speculation were interrupted, and Nakamura Masahiro temporarily forgot about it. He took a deep breath, adjusted his posture slightly, and asked in a calm tone: "It's already so late."

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"It's because there is something more important that I called so late."

Feeling the resistance in Nakamura Masahiro's tone, his mother Mizuki Fukuda hesitated for a moment, and then said in a calm tone: "What's wrong? Isn't it convenient to answer the phone?"

"That's not true, I just feel it's so late."

Nakamura Masahiro said inconsistently, but his eyes looked at the sleeping girl beside him. Because of the turning movement, the quilt covering her fell to the side, revealing her fair-skinned shoulders.

Subconsciously reaching out his hand, Nakamura Masahiro grabbed the quilt, pulled it a little harder, and then gently covered the girl's shoulders. Although the temperature in the room was not very cold, if you don't pay attention,

It is still possible to catch a cold.

"Aren't you still asleep?"

Hearing that Nakamura Masahiro was concerned about time, his mother Mizuki Fukuda glanced at the time subconsciously and found that it was indeed quite late. However, she didn't care too much, after all, Nakamura Masahiro hadn't slept yet.

"Okay, let me talk to you about business."

After a few simple words, her mother, Mizuki Fukuda, didn’t want to waste time and was ready to talk about business. So, she brought back the somewhat off-topic topic.

"On Sunday next week, please spare your time. The vice president of Nippon Paint will hold a party for his granddaughter. It will start at about eight o'clock in the evening. You must attend on time."

"Vice President of Nippon Paint? What does his granddaughter's party have to do with me?"

Nakamura Masahiro was slightly startled by his mother Mizuki Fukuda's words. An inexplicable feeling came to his mind. He subconsciously asked: "I don't know the other person, is that necessary?"

"The vice president of Nippon Paint will not hold a party for his granddaughter for no reason, and he also invites so many young talents in the circle. If I guessed correctly, the other party most likely wants to inspect a person who catches his eye."<

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Her mother, Mizuki Fukuda, patiently explained the specific situation to Masahiro Nakamura, and then gave her some advice. Although the vice president of Nippon Paint is not at the top of the circle, he is a member of the upper class after all, and his strength is

It should not be underestimated.

The other party most likely wanted to find an eye-catching target in the circle as the target of his granddaughter, so he sent invitations to many young talents from the upper class.

For Nakamura Masahiro, this is a very rare opportunity. Maybe Nakamura Masahiro doesn't know the pros and cons, but as a member of the Fukuda family, can Mizuki Fukuda not understand them?

"This has nothing to do with me, does it?"

There is no need to think too much. After Nakamura Masahiro thought about it for a moment, he realized that this matter had nothing to do with him. He was just an ordinary person. Even if he had some achievements, the gap between him and the vice president of Nippon Paint was too huge.
"Even if you go, there's definitely no hope. It's just a waste of time. It's better not to go."

Nakamura Masahiro is quite self-aware. Although he has his own self-confidence, the difference between self-confidence and arrogance cannot be easily grasped, but he also has a clear understanding.

Given his status and level, if he really went, he would most likely play a role as a foil. Knowing that there was no point in going, Nakamura Masahiro was naturally quite resistant to this.

"You are going in the name of the Fukuda family. Who dares to neglect you? Don't think of the upper class as superficial as in movies and TV shows. There may be some idiots, but they are definitely a handful."

"Nakamura-san, who is it?"

The girl's sudden voice sounded next to Nakamura Masahiro. Not only was Nakamura Masahiro a little surprised, but his mother Fukuda Mizuki on the phone opposite was also a little surprised.

"Who are you calling?"

The girl spoke vaguely and raised her hands to rub her eyes, trying to wake up a little. The next second, she found Nakamura Masahiro looking at him with a helpless expression.

"Nakamura-san, what's wrong?"

The girl felt a little baffled by Nakamura Masahiro's reaction. She reached out and touched her cheek without knowing why, and then looked down at her body. There didn't seem to be anything strange, right?

But why does Nakamura-san look at him like this?

Just when the girl's mind was full of questions, a voice suddenly came from Nakamura Masahiro's cell phone. Although she couldn't hear it clearly, the girl still heard what the other party said.

"Masahiro, who is next to you? It's already this hour, haven't you gone home yet?"

"My mother."

He stretched out his finger and tapped the phone twice. Nakamura Masahiro lowered his voice and spoke briefly and concisely to the girl. Then, he immediately adjusted his state and dealt with his mother Mizuki Fukuda.

"Oka-san, I'm still on the set. Next to me is Junka Arimura, the lead actor on the set."

Quickly turning his brain, Nakamura Masahiro thought about the wording and responded in a steady tone: "We were discussing the script just now. We felt a little tired, so we took a rest."

"Really?"

After hearing Masahiro Nakamura's answer, his mother Mizuki Fukuda's voice came slowly, her tone full of doubts. It wasn't that she didn't want to believe Masahiro Nakamura, but that this time was indeed a bit suspicious.

Although the shooting time of film and television dramas is not fixed, and it is not possible to be as punctual as a normal commute, but you are still studying the script so late, you always feel that something is wrong?

However, she did not delve into this issue. On the one hand, it was inconvenient for her to interfere too much in Nakamura Masahiro's work and life, and on the other hand, it was useless even if she knew.

"Hi."

Nakamura Masahiro responded with a calm tone, and used his eyes to signal Arimura Kasumi to say hello. Maybe even if Arimura Kasumi said something, his mother Mizuki Fukuda would be suspicious, but at least, the suspicion would definitely not be that serious.<

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"Hello, I am Arimura Kasumi."

With Nakamura Masahiro's reminder, Arimura Kasumi immediately woke up. She hesitated to adjust her state, mustered up her energy, and said with a little tangle: "We are discussing the script."
"Because there are things in the script that I don't quite understand, so I'm asking Director Masahiro Nakamura for advice."

Probably realizing that what she said was a bit inappropriate, Arimura Kasumi immediately added something. Although her face looked a little nervous, her tone remained calm.

He truly deserves to be an actor! Masahiro Nakamura sighed inwardly and silently praised Arimura Kasumi’s outstanding performance.

As Nakamura Masahiro thought, his mother Fukuda Mizuki was also fooled by Aimura Kasumi's performance. Although her suspicions still lingered in her mind, there was no obvious suspicion and she could not say anything more.

With Kasumi Arimura's presence, her mother, Mizuki Fukuda, obviously had some concerns, and the topic of discussion turned to daily life. As for attending the party, it seemed as if it had never been mentioned.

It wasn't until the conversation was about to end that her mother Mizuki Fukuda mentioned attending the party again. Probably because she wanted to avoid Kasumi Arimura's intention, she deliberately lowered her voice when she spoke, giving the impression of a whisper.<

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"You should handle your relationship with Arimura Kasumi-san on your own. I hope she will not affect your attendance at the party."

Apparently, her mother, Mizuki Fukuda, regarded Arimura Kasumi as Nakamura Masahiro's date. Well, this was a misunderstanding. Although Arimura Kasumi and Nakamura Masahiro were together, the two of them had a business relationship at most, so they were dating.

Words are definitely out of the question.

However, Nakamura Masahiro really can't argue. On the one hand, Aimura Kasumi is by his side, so ruthlessness is a bit too much. On the other hand, it is a tacit understanding between the two of them to do business, and Nakamura Masahiro cannot tell the truth.

Mother Mizuki Fukuda.

"Hi, I got it."

He responded in a low voice, and Nakamura Masahiro glanced at Arimura Kasumi who was standing aside. The girl's weak and innocent eyes were wide open, fully interpreting the word innocent.

"Nakamura-san, is there any problem?"

Seeing Nakamura Masahiro hang up the phone, Arimura Kasumi stepped forward and stared at Nakamura Masahiro firmly. His expression was slightly nervous, and his uneasiness was palpable.

Although her relationship with Masahiro Nakamura is actually just an unspoken rule in the entertainment industry, which is also commonly known as the pillow business. But as the saying goes, love grows with time, and after being together for a long time, it is pure self-deception to say that there is no emotion at all.

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Therefore, knowing that this relationship is abnormal, Arimura Kasumi has no idea of ​​giving up. On the one hand, it is profitable, and on the other hand, it is because of Masahiro Nakamura.

After all, in the entertainment industry where unspoken rules prevail, business is inevitable. Instead of working with those greasy, bald bosses with big bellies, it is better to follow the handsome young supervisor Nakamura Masahiro.

"Nothing."

Twitching the corner of his mouth, Nakamura Masahiro smiled, and then let out a long sigh. Faced with this situation, what can he say? It seems that everything he says is meaningless.