Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Gu Chuyan turned around and walked forward, vaguely feeling those eyes staring at her again.

"What the hell." Gu Chuyan whispered, she quickened her pace, escaped from here, and returned to the crowd, whose eyes never left hers.

Wenshui came from Wen'an Pavilion and saw Gu Chuyan reading the script. He poured a cup of coffee and handed it to her and said, "Sister-in-law, take a break."

"Yes." Gu Chuyan responded and took the coffee to drink.

But she always felt that the eyes behind her were staring at her, making her back feel extremely cold. Gu Chuyan turned around, but there were too many extras and there was no suspicious person.

"Hiss." Gu Chuyan recovered from the pain and found coffee spilled on her hand.

Gu Chuyan took a tissue and wiped her hands. Looking at the red fingertips, she lowered her head and blew on it, and a big palm stretched out to hold her hand.

"Are you worried?" Xiao Mohan's deep voice sounded from above her head.

He took a handkerchief, wiped her fingertips, blew in a low voice, motioned for someone to come over with ice cubes, apply it on her, moved the chair and sat next to her.

"Mo Han, I always feel like someone is watching me, but I can't find anything when I look for it. Do you think I'm thinking too much?" Gu Chuyan said in a low voice.

Xiao Mohan's fingertips stiffened, and he raised his silent black eyes and glanced behind her.

Wenshui leaned aside and saw Xiao Mohan's gaze. He subconsciously turned his head and walked that way. It seemed unintentional, but he had a tacit understanding with Xiao Mohan.

"Are you too tired recently?" Xiao Mohan raised his arm, let her lean on his shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "Is it necessary to work so hard to squeeze three days of filming into one day?"

"I want to finish my work and spend more time with you." Gu Chuyan whispered, then suddenly laughed and said, "Otherwise, if you are busy and I am busy, the relationship between us will fade away."

"Once the relationship between husband and wife fades away, they can never go back." Gu Chuyan sighed with emotion.

Human feelings are inherently weak and need to be maintained. Once they cool down, they will be interrupted.

"Fool, I can't." Xiao Mohan listened, looked down at her, held her hair in his hands, put his face against her forehead, and said, "Get some sleep. I'll call you again in twenty minutes." ”

"That's fine." Gu Chuyan listened, her eyelids a little heavy, she leaned in his arms and fell asleep peacefully.

The script slipped from her hand, and Xiao Mohan reached out to catch it, flipping through it casually, and found that she actually wrote Xiao Mohan's name and drew an expression on every page.

"Haha." Xiao Mohan smiled solemnly and took out the gold pen...

Twenty minutes later, Gu Chuyan woke up, full of energy, ran forward in a happy mood, and integrated into the play.

Xiao Mohan stood up and looked at her confident little face and her entranced figure. He couldn't help but narrowed his eyes and clasped his hands tightly.

"Han, there is indeed no one." Wenshui turned back and searched there, but found no one.

"She is not a sensitive person." Xiao Mohan said in a deep voice. Gu Chuyan was experienced in many battles, so she still had this vigilance.

For this reason, she felt that someone was watching, maybe someone was really watching her.

Wenshui raised his eyes and looked at the luxurious venue. Gu Chuyan was wearing a red ancient robe, gorgeous and attractive, like the only pearl in the world, attracting everyone's attention.

"Do you believe this dream exists?" Wenshui raised his eyebrows and asked in confusion.

Xiao Mohan remained silent, his eyes locked on her figure, but his eyes passed through her, as if looking at a very far away place. Xiao Mohan had been dreaming about a dream since he was sensible.