If you don’t cherish the love we wear quickly, why are you crying if you change your mind?

Xie Heng's eyes fell on her curved eyebrows, "Well, it's a drama from the Republic of China."

"Are you still in the hospital?"

Jiang Miao adjusted her phone, "Yes, you know?"

"What role did you play?"

"Warlord." Xie Heng asked, "When will you return home?"

"How's the injury?"

"Well, it's just a minor fracture. The doctor said it will heal in less than a month."

"I want to go back tomorrow."

The camera shook and Jiang Miao saw Xie Heng take a few steps, open the car door and get in.

His eyes returned to the camera again, "Aren't you going home to recuperate?"

"No, I don't want my parents to worry. They didn't want me to film in the first place." Her eyes met Xie Heng's, "I can do it alone, just ask A Yuan to bring me food."

Xie Heng frowned slightly, as if thinking to himself, and then said after a while: "I'm in the Magic City. The show here is about to end. Come over here."

Jiang Miao sat up suddenly. Was she hallucinating?

"Xie Sheng, are you kidding?"

"No." Xie Heng looked serious, and his focused look gave people a feeling of affection.

"Come here, Jiang Miao."

Jiang Miao originally wanted to run over to Xie Heng to refresh the progress bar of the guide, but she was really embarrassed when he invited her. She was busy filming, so how could she have the energy to take care of her injuries.

What's more, how did she enter his territory.

"Xie Sheng, I'd better not trouble you. My leg is injured and it's very inconvenient to take care of it."

It was rare for Xie Heng to be strong in front of her, "No trouble, you can buy a ticket to Shanghai directly when you return to China. If I'm still filming then, I'll ask my assistant to pick you up."

"Is it really not troublesome?" Jiang Miao hesitated. She didn't know if Xie Heng had taken the wrong medicine. She usually avoided her, but now that he was coming to her door, the man felt a deep pain in his heart.

Xie Heng looked at the person in the camera and smiled suddenly, "You have never been a trouble."

On the contrary, he was in too much trouble

……

Xie Heng still had scenes on the set. On the day Jiang Miao returned to China, he asked Chen Rong to pick him up at the airport in person.

Jiang Miao didn't want to give up this opportunity to have more contact with Xie Heng, so she simply gave A Yuan a leave and gave her a big red envelope to stay a few more days when she went home to attend her sister's wedding.

After getting into the nanny car, Jiang Miao noticed that Assistant Xie Heng's eyes glanced over her from time to time. She was speechless.

"If you have something to say, you can say it directly."

"It's rude to look around like that."

Chen Rong tightened his grip on the steering wheel, feeling that Miss Jiang was not someone to be trifled with.

"Sorry, Miss Jiang, I'm just too curious. After all, Xie Sheng has never asked me to pick up a woman."

Jiang Miao held her chin. She was not interested in asking her assistant about Xie Heng's private life, so she didn't speak again along the way.

Chen Rong sent people to Xie Heng's villa in Shanghai and said before leaving: "Miss Jiang, Xie Sheng still has a role in the show. I don't know what time he will be back tonight. If you have anything, you can contact me directly."

"On call."

"Okay, thank you." Jiang Miao entered the house and looked around. The decoration of the house was quite in line with her aesthetics.

She sat down on the sofa, her legs aching slightly, and took out her mobile phone to send a message to Xie Heng.

[I have arrived. ]

Jiang Miao was a little tired, so she simply lay down on the sofa and slept for a while. After some time, she heard the sound of the door opening.

When she opened her eyes, she met Xie Heng's gaze.

I haven't seen him for a few days, but he is still eye-catching and has a perfect figure. He seems gentle and polite, but there is an aura about him that does not allow strangers to approach him.

He sat over and asked, "Why don't you go into the guest room to rest?"

Jiang Miao raised her head and looked at him, "I haven't taken a shower yet."

Xie Heng looked at her leg without plaster, "It still hurts?" "It's okay, I just feel a little unlucky. The sprain wasn't completely healed last time and now it's gotten worse again. It hurts to walk." Jiang Miao moved. Move your legs.

Xie Heng stood up, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"

Jiang Miao asked, "Do you cook?"

"I have been on the set during this period, and there has been no fire here for a long time."

"Let's eat takeout tonight. I'll ask Ah Rong to go to the supermarket to buy some ingredients tomorrow."

Jiang Miao suddenly became interested, "Are you going to cook for me?"

"How about you cook?" Xie Heng took out his phone and opened the ordering page, sat next to her again, and moved his phone towards her.

Jiang Miao leaned over and pointed, "Eat this."

"Do you think I'm someone who can cook? Xie Sheng, I'm still a sick person."

Xie Heng did not add the food she was referring to to her shopping cart, "You should not eat spicy food now."

Jiang Miao spread her hands, "Then you still ask me what I want to eat. I have to take a shower."

Xie Heng ordered a few dishes rich in protein and dietary fiber and then put away his phone, "The guest room has a bathroom."

Jiang Miao's eyes narrowed, "My legs still hurt, can you help me in?"

Without saying a word, Xie Heng stood up and bent down to pick her up.

He was the one who called the people over, so he will naturally take responsibility.

Jiang Miao didn't embarrass Xie Heng too much. She entered the bathroom and sat on a chair before letting him out.

Xie Heng walked out of the room, heard the sound of water, and his heart beat stronger and stronger. At this moment, his cell phone rang.

It's Mattson, the director of "Edge Apostle".

As soon as the call was connected, Mason's angry voice came out.

"Do you know about Xiaomiao's injury in Paris?"

Xie Heng glanced at the guest room and said, "I know."

Maison then said: "I don't know how the injury is. I'll have someone come to express condolences when she returns to China. Do you want to send you a fruit basket by the way?"

Xie Heng listened to the sound of running water and said, "No, she has returned to China and is here with me."

Mason was startled and sighed as he remembered some things on the set, "You kid did it after all. Okay, please help me express my condolences."

Jiang Miao wrapped herself in a bath towel after taking a shower. She shouted outside, "I'm done!"

Xie Heng was sitting on the sofa in the living room, reading a script with a script in his hand. The warm light fell on the side of his face, outlining his perfect jawline.

After Wensheng put down the script and walked towards the guest room, he stood in front of the bathroom and said, "Shall I go in and carry you out?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

But when he opened the door, he saw that the woman inside was only wrapped in a bath towel. She quickly stood up from her chair when she saw him coming in.

Xie Heng was afraid that she would fall and subconsciously opened his hands to hug her firmly. The soft skin pressed against his arm, and his peripheral vision was slightly deformed.

He sighed in his heart and quickly carried her to the bed.

Just when he stood up and wanted to leave, Jiang Miao grabbed Xie Heng's clothes tightly with both hands.

Seeing her like this, Xie Heng's heart suddenly softened.

"You change your clothes first, and I will come over in a moment to take you out to dinner."

Jiang Miao still didn't let go, and asked in a strange way, "Sheng Xie, do you need a girlfriend?"

Xie Heng saw her letting go of one hand, pointing her finger at herself, and added, "I can do it!"

He choked suddenly, and just then the doorbell rang.

……