Blame me for being too deep into the play

Chapter 10 I didn't see anything

An Chuyu didn't sleep well, maybe it was because she spent so much time thinking about the scene day and night, that she was always acting in her dreams when she fell asleep.

The surrounding scenes were all too familiar to her, a dim room and a quaint dressing table.She was wearing a black suspender dress and sitting on the dressing table, immersed in the scene, holding the male lead's face, telling him her forbearable love with red eyes.

The hero hugged her and kissed her, without saying a word.

She closed her eyes and opened them again. The scene changed, and the male protagonist in the play with her was not Teacher Ji, but Xi Zheng. He was looking at her affectionately and tenderly with his black eyes.

They rolled from the dresser to the bed...

An Chuyu was awakened by the alarm.

There was a strange smell in the quilt, she opened her eyes in bewilderment, recalling that last night, Xi Zheng stayed here overnight.He used her body wash in the shower, but it didn't smell like hers.

The people around him were gone, An Chuyu picked up his phone to check the time, it was less than eight o'clock.She thought she didn't sleep for a long time, but it actually passed the night.

An Chuyu got up and washed up, walked out of the room, and heard movement in the kitchen.

"Zhu Tracy, didn't you say to come over in the evening..."

When she walked over, she saw that the person in the kitchen was Xi Zheng. He was wearing the sweater he wore when he slept last night, and the bath towel underneath was replaced by trousers, and he was shaking a frying pan.

Xi Zheng didn't look back, and said amid the sound of the range hood, "Is your home a place where people live? There is nothing in the refrigerator, and the only carton of milk is expired."

He rummaged through boxes and cabinets in the kitchen and only found half a bag of flour and a can of scallion oil.

An Chuyu walked into the kitchen with a strange expression, unable to believe that Xi Zheng was still here.

Xi Zheng turned her head, and when An Chuyu caught his gaze, she couldn't help remembering the scene in her dream, and her expression became even weirder: "What are you doing?"

"Pancakes for breakfast, just deal with them casually." He brought the baked one to An Chuyu.

An Chuyu was a little hungry. The reshoot shot was in the evening. Now that she ate some calories, she would probably be able to digest it in the afternoon. Besides, she was going to the gym soon.

"Thank you." An Chuyu went to the restaurant with a plate.

She took a bite of the unattractive noodle pancake, but it tasted unexpectedly delicious. It was wrapped in scallion oil and it was delicious to chew.

Xi Zheng came over with another cake and poured her a glass of water: "You should be glad I found a bottle of scallion oil in the cabinet, it's not expired."

An Chuyu nodded: "My assistant should have bought it."

Xi Zheng raised her eyebrows and asked her, "How does it taste?"

"not bad."

Xi Zheng smiled reservedly: "It's just not bad? My pancake skills are even inferior to my mother's. I usually don't show off my skills in front of outsiders."

An Chuyu wiped the oil on his lips, and pretended to think: "Then how do you want me to boast? Well, you are very good at making cakes, maybe you are the reincarnation of Wu Dalang. Is that so?"

Xi Zheng was speechless, and wanted to stuff the cake into her mouth to make her shut up.

An Chuyu was amused by the deflated expression on his face.

Seeing her smiling and smiling, Xi Zheng was suddenly not so angry, but felt her heart was like a fully inflated balloon, floating up with the wind.

However, he doesn't have much time to spend with her. Today, Monday, he has to rush to the company for a meeting.It's actually a bit late to start now, and it's certain to be late.

After Xi Zheng finished her breakfast, she borrowed An Chuyu's garment ironing machine to iron the washed and dried shirts, changed into a sweater, and returned to her handsome appearance in suits and leather shoes.

After tidying up, he picked up his coat and hung it on his arm, ready to leave.An Chuyu was looking at his phone and didn't pay attention to him.

Xi Zheng opened the door, turned to look at her, and called her name helplessly: "An Chuyu, come here."

An Chuyu was discussing with the director about reshooting shots in the afternoon, reluctantly put down his phone, and walked to the entrance in slippers: "Why..."

As soon as her lips opened, Xi Zheng clasped the back of her head with one hand, pulled her into her arms, and lowered her head to kiss her lips. It was turbulent and intense, like a gust of wind and rain, making people breathless.

An Chuyu was thinking about filming the last second, but when he kissed her, she didn't react at all.

She was completely blindfolded, with her palm resting on Xi Zheng's shoulder, before he could push him hard, he let go of her, and the heavy panting and his words passed by her ears: "If you want, I can call me Video call. We are husband and wife, and I won't leave when you need me."

An Chuyu's brain was dizzy, and he didn't understand what he was talking about for a long time.

Xi Zheng touched her hair for the last time, straightened her skirt, and as soon as she went out, she saw a thin figure hiding by the wall, covering her face and thinking about her past.

Xi Zheng was stunned.

Seeing that she couldn't hide, Zhu Cuixi had to move in front of him with small steps, and stammered greetings: "Hi, Mr. Xi, I'm Yu Yu's assistant."

Xi Zheng smiled slightly: "Hello."

Zhu Cuixi met An Chuyu's eyes by the door, and quickly dodged, pretending to look at the ceiling.

Xi Zheng held back her laughter, turned her head and waved at An Chuyu, brushed past Zhu Cuixi, and pressed the elevator button.The elevator happened to stop on this floor, the door opened, and he walked in.

Zhu Cuixi blushed on both sides of her cheeks, as if two red apples were hanging. Before An Chuyu asked, she admitted her mistake: "I'm sorry, Sister Yuyu, I didn't mean to peek. I got out of the elevator and walked a few steps Just look...you see."

An Chuyu leaned against the door frame with his arms folded, his eyes fixed on her.

Zhu Tracy immediately realized that she had said something wrong, and a trace of annoyance flashed across her face.She's so stupid, in a situation like this, she should say "I didn't see anything".

"Why are you here? Didn't you promise to pick me up in the evening?" An Chuyu let her in.

Zhu Tracy shook the things in her hand: "You called me last night, I was worried that you might need it, so I came here early, and brought you breakfast by the way."

An Chuyu said: "I've already eaten it, you can eat it yourself."

"Oh, good." Zhu Tracy blinked at her secretly, "Sister, you and your husband..."

An Chuyu pinched her round face and threatened, "Don't ask me anything, or you won't work here for more than half a year."

Zhu Tracy immediately shut her mouth tightly.A few months ago, the studio recruited a new assistant, and she came to An Chuyu's side through unremitting efforts and breaking through the siege.She should know how to cherish such a rare opportunity.

However, Sister Yu Yu called last night to ask where her spare quilt was. It was really hard for people not to imagine some malnourished images.

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Zhu Cuixi felt that the relationship between An Chuyu and her husband was not as bad as she said before. It was wrong to have a family marriage, no relationship foundation, and the possibility of divorce soon.

The relationship between them is so good, the last time they spent a night together in Paris, this time...

Zhu Cuixi knew that An Chuyu must have followed her advice, and asked Mr. Xi to come over to help with the scene, and it was logical to go further when confronting the two of them.

Men generally can't hold back that kind of lingering and ambiguous scenes.

Zhu Cuixi not only saw the picture of them kissing at the door, but also heard Mr. Xi say to An Chuyu: We are husband and wife, and I will not leave when you need me.

With such affectionate words, it's hard for an ordinary woman not to be moved.

Therefore, these two people are obviously Lang Youqing's concubine who intends to!
Zhu Cuixi has too many questions that she wants to ask An Chuyu, thinking about her warning, she can only take back her curiosity, and just whisper to her: "I didn't look carefully last time, I just remember Mr. Xi's eyes are beautiful , this time a close observation, Sister Yu Yu, your husband is really handsome! The facial features are perfect, and the body proportions are also perfect, not inferior to the male stars in the circle."

An Chuyu looked at her, his silent manner was very bluffing.

Zhu Tracy flattened her mouth: "I was wrong, I won't say anything."

An Chuyu ran his hands through his hair, feeling depressed.She was held back by Xi Zheng without doing anything, and she was dizzy from the kiss. It was a hell.

After going back to her room and changing into a set of sports clothes, she told the personal trainer on WeChat that she would be there later, and then found that Xi Zheng's name appeared in the message list.

Has she lost her memory?When did you approve his friend request?
An Chuyu clicked in, there was no chat history, only the system message reminder when passing.

Noticed that the time displayed on the top was when she fell asleep in the early morning of last night.

An Chuyu was a little annoyed, and sent a question mark.

Xi Zheng didn't reply, maybe she was busy.

An Chuyu was so angry that he sent many question marks in succession.

I went to the gym to practice for more than an hour, and when I took a break, I received a reply from Xi Zheng: "I didn't look at anything else in your phone, I just added a friend."

An Chuyu: "How did you unlock it?"

Xi Zheng: "Fingerprints."

An Chuyu: "..."

Xi Zheng didn't want to continue discussing this issue with her, for fear of offending her: "Do you have time tonight? Take you to dinner."

An Chuyu: "No, I want to film."

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After four o'clock in the afternoon, the winter sky was already a little dark, and there were shadows of trees on both sides of the city road, and a nanny's car was passing through the traffic.

It was almost five o'clock when we arrived at the old bungalow, which was rented during filming.Fortunately, it was only a few days after the filming was completed, and the lease of the house had not yet expired, so I could come back to make up shots.

When we arrived on the set, the director, cameraman, and lighting engineer who had worked together for several months were all there.

Jiang Guangling was sitting on a chair flipping through the script, and when his assistant said that An Chuyu was coming, he rolled up the script and smiled at her: "I haven't congratulated you on winning the Golden Rooster Award for Best Actress yet. Your performance in "Winter Cicada" is very good." Excellent, worthy of a best actress award."

An Chuyu sat down on the empty chair next to him: "I was about to say that Director Jiang is a prophet. Before going to the award ceremony, did you wish me the award?"

Jiang Guangling laughed, pointed at her, and said she was a wonderful person.

An Chuyu sat for a while, got up to change clothes, and after she came out, the makeup artist did the styling.Jiang Guangling took a photo and handed it to the makeup artist: "The styling must be consistent with the one above, and don't appear to be a fraudulent shot when the photo is taken."

The stylist posted the photo in a conspicuous place, and replied, "I understand Director Jiang."

An Chuyu looked around: "Teacher Ji hasn't arrived yet?"

Jiang Guangling looked at his watch: "It should be soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, footsteps came from behind him. Jiang Guangling turned his head, and a tall and tall figure came into view.Jiang Guangling smiled and said, "Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be there."

Ji Yuchen was wearing a dark coffee-colored overcoat, with his hands in his pockets, deep eyebrows, a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, and he looked like an old school teacher.

Followed by his assistant, he shook the rain on his shoulders and complained, "This damn weather, it's almost December, and it's not snowing, but it's starting to rain."

Jiang Guangling clapped his hands and signaled everyone to take action: "Everyone is here, let's start working quickly. It happened to be raining, and there is a glass window behind the dressing table, and it will be more artistic when the rain falls on it."

Ji Yuchen greeted Director Jiang and went to change clothes for styling.

After Jiang Guangling gave his orders, he stood next to An Chuyu and looked at her in the mirror: "When the modeling is done, why don't you try acting with Yu Chen first? I'm afraid you won't get used to it later."

An Chuyu's eyes were firm: "No need for Director Jiang, I can do it."

　"About my delicious pancakes, my wife said I look like Wu Dalang, I was actually very angry, but she smiled at me"

　　——Excerpt from Mr. Xi’s diary.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)