A guide to getting rich

Chapter 1695
Chu Yan threw away the folding fan in his hand and shook it twice, his voice was as cold as ice scum: "The smell of powder is disgusting, I'll go to another place to rest."

The smile on Su Ting's face froze, her eyes full of bitterness and helplessness.

He was still exactly the same as at the beginning. He thought that after these days of contact, he would treat her better, at least not speak so aggressively, at least give her a look.

During the filming, he was very professional. His eyes, movements, and every love word he said made her heart flutter. She thought that he would never treat her like he did at the beginning.

She was wrong.

This man hasn't changed at all.

It's no wonder that Cai Meier wouldn't come to him as long as she was wearing makeup these days. Thinking of this, she raised her eyes, just in time to meet Cai Meier's pair of phoenix eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Although Cai Meier would not go to Chu Yan's side when she was wearing heavy makeup, she would always knock on Chu Yan's door as soon as work was over, no matter how late it was. Shi Fendai stood outside Chu Yan's room with a clean face.

Su Ting's room was diagonally opposite to Chu Yan's room, and she could clearly see the situation in front of Chu Yan's door only by opening a crack in the door.

Chu Yan didn't seem to have the habit of looking at the cat's eyes. Every time Cai Meier knocked on the door, he would open it, and when he opened it and saw that it was Cai Meier, he would immediately close it again without a word of nonsense.

Thinking of this, Su Ting felt better and felt less uncomfortable.

After all, Chu Yan was not the only one who was indifferent to her, he was very indifferent to all the women who showed love to him.

She is not in a hurry at all, this film still needs a lot of time to shoot, and she still has a long, long time to manage.

Men, it is impossible to be without desires.

There will always be opportunities.

Chu Yan, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly sneezed, his nose itchy.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Chu Yan looked at the timetable arranged by Wang Dao's assistant, his flat brows were tightly frowned, and his complexion was dark.

Since the last time I went back to City H, I have been busy every day until midnight before finishing work.

It was the same today, the play was rehearsed until 11:30, even if he was good, if he passed one every time, he could at most be two hours earlier, and at that time, there was no plane back to City H.

He was thinking about someone crazily, even if he didn't do anything, he just looked at her, watched her smile, and listened to her voice.

Just like the field worker in the crew, he lives in J City, two hours' drive away from the filming location, and he is busy until midnight every day when he finishes work, and he has to drive away for two hours to go home.

Some people laughed at him because he was afraid of his wife, and he had to go home to pay food at such a late hour, and he was not afraid of being exhausted after tossing back and forth.

Men are always laughing, laughing that they are too young to understand what a home means.

No matter how late, you have to go home.

Even if his wife and children were asleep when he returned, and he couldn't even hear the child calling him daddy, he was willing to run around.

There is an indescribable feeling that can only be felt at home, and only when lying on a familiar bed can I fall asleep with peace of mind.

Chu Yan has this feeling now, wanting to go home, see his wife's sleeping face, eat a bite of the food made by his wife, talk to her, lie by her side, and have a good sleep.

It turns out that this is what the workers call 'love home'.

I don't know when, he and Zhi'er will have a child.

The thought of a soft little guy lying in his arms, smirking at him, calling him daddy, made his heart melt.

(End of this chapter)