Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

He looked at her: "Care about me?"

She is usually very powerful, but at this time some words are poor, and she couldn't find a reply for a long time, and finally just nodded gently.

Rong Yue smiled slightly, and then continued to write, typing on the keyboard while asking her casually, "Do you like being an actor?"

He asked, Ai Mengmeng was a little embarrassed, she pursed her lips, and then she spoke for a long time, "Fortunately, I don't want to be anymore."

Rong Yue didn’t speak either, but the movements on his hands slowed down a little bit, and then he seemed to be thinking about something, and looked at her: “If you want to act, you can tell me that this script is not for sale. Maybe He Huan can shoot it. , She can shoot it, I think you can act well too."

He just said that, Ai Mengmeng did not take it seriously, because she was indeed confused, even if she could shoot, she might not be able to release it. Now there is zero tolerance for actors touching this.

Rong Yue glanced at her again before whispering: "It's a documentary, and positive energy can be shown."

She looked at him after a while, ‘then when do you rest? ’

Rong Yue smiled and gave the notebook to her after saving it. Ai Mengmeng helped him close it and set it aside.

She is probably from a relatively ordinary background, so she is very good at taking care of others. She helped him put down the bed and tidy it up, lying next to his pillow: ‘You sleep, I will call you when you eat at noon. ’

Rong Yue was busy for a while and became a little tired, closing his eyes and making a grunt.

Ai Mengmeng just wanted to move away, but the next second, his hand held her.

Rong Yue's fingers were slightly cold because of illness, while Ai Mengmeng's hands were hot.

Strangely, the temperature blends together.

She bit Chen and looked at him, feeling a little at a loss.

They actually happened before, the kind that went through, but now she was still a little at a loss.

Although, just holding hands.

Ai Mengmeng bit her lip with a small voice: "Rong Yue?"

He still closed his eyes, and his voice was slightly low: "I want to sleep for a while. You stay with me."

Obviously she was very weak, but he still pulled her to his side with one hand.

Ai Mengmeng was forced to stick to his heart, and she was a lot thinner than him last time, and even her heartbeat was not so strong anymore. Ai Mengmeng was close to him and suddenly wanted to cry, but she secretly held back because he was afraid he would know Up.

Rong Yue probably felt something, stretched out his hand and gently touched her cheek, and then asked Dao softly: "Why are you crying?"

"I didn't cry." Ai Mengmeng bit her lip: "It's just the sand that lost her eyes."

He smiled bitterly: "Where is the sand in the ward, it is terrible to have no culture."

"I have graduated from junior high school, and I haven't attended a technical secondary school for a year." Ai Mengmeng said unconvinced.

Rong Yue laughed, "This is also called a culture? I have time to teach you."

She put her fingers together in her palm, her voice was a little dumb: "Sleep with me for a while. I have been waiting for you for many days. You must not know the taste of suffering."

He closed his eyes, and she opened them secretly.

He was thin and weak, but he was still good-looking, as if he became less and less similar to President Qin as he got sick.

Rong Yue is Rong Yue, not someone else, and she is sure that she likes him, not others.

She accompanied him, and when he fell asleep, she still cried secretly.

She was afraid of waking her up. Her voice was small and small, and then she desperately wiped her tears. The painful feeling was even more uncomfortable than the storm, like a thin needle poking into her heart. in.

Nothing and no escape.