Mrs. Jiang is arrogant

Chapter 887 Subtle!

Back at the hotel at night, Muyan immediately took out the script to study.

With Xianglan Qiuzhuyu in front, she dare not be sloppy, otherwise, the whole show might be dragged down by her.

There is pressure in her heart, Muyan is a little irritable, and her eyes become numb when reading the script.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Jingheng's video call came.

Muyan put down the script and answered.

In the video, Jiang Jingheng was lying on the bed in a bathrobe, his hair was wet, and there were drops of water dripping down.

Seeing this, Muyan frowned slightly, "Why don't you blow dry your hair?"

"I want to see you." Jiang Jingheng said calmly.

Looking at his calm look, if she didn't know how deep his feelings for her were, she would doubt that he was dealing with her.

"Think I can't stop drying my hair, if you don't dry your hair, I won't make a video with you." Muyan said harsh words directly.

"Of order." Jiang Jingheng said and dropped the phone.

Muyan could only see the pitch black, and not long after she heard the whirring sound of the hair dryer coming from the phone.

I don't know why, even though she didn't see his face through the screen, just listening to the sound of the hair dryer made her heart feel extra warm, and she missed him more.

After about 5 minutes, the camera finally had light.

Jiang Jingheng's hair has been blown to [-]% to [-]% dry, "Is Mrs. Jiang satisfied now?"

Muyan smiled slightly, "That's good."

"Did filming go well today?" Jiang Jingheng asked her.

"It's okay." Muyan replied, but the smile on her face faded a bit.

No matter how good an actor is in front of his beloved, sometimes his acting skills are clumsy.

"What's the matter, unhappy?" Jiang Jingheng said with a frown.

Muyan pursed her lips, shook her head, "It's nothing."

"Why, Mrs. Jiang is going to have a little secret with me again?" Jiang Jingheng chuckled.

Muyan looked at him, but couldn't smile at all, and her behavior made him realize the seriousness of the problem.

"What's the matter?"

"I have always thought that I am not bad, but today I found that I am far worse than others, and I feel a little confused." Muyan said helplessly.

"Confused? Don't want to act anymore?" Jiang Jingheng asked.

"Of course not!" Muyan retorted decisively, "I must act."

"Whether you are excellent or poor, if you choose this path, there is bound to be only one path to go on. There is nothing to lose, we can afford to lose."

Muyan looked at his serious look, and suddenly smiled, "Since when did you start to follow the line of bosom sister?"

"No."

"Ok?"

"I'm a bosom husband, not a bosom sister."

Muyan was amused again by his words, "Yes, dear husband, in fact, I was just confused for a while, I know what I should do."

No matter how indifferent to fame and wealth, no one wants to lose, and she is the number one among those who don't want to lose, so she has to work hard.

"That's good." Jiang Jingheng said softly.

Having figured it out, Muyan can concentrate and calm down after reading the script.

The next morning, Song Chengan came over and wanted to accompany Muyan to the production set.

Muyan couldn't help asking: "Brother Song, are you free?"

Song Chengan spread his hands, "Is there anything I can do, your husband called, that's an imperial decree, I dare not disobey."

Muyan understood that Jiang Jingheng was afraid that she would feel uncomfortable alone, and asked Song Chengan to take care of her, did he think she was too fragile.

When she arrived at the set, Xiang Lanqiu had already put on her makeup, and when she saw Muyan and Song Chengan coming side by side, her expression was a bit subtle.

(End of this chapter)