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Chapter 89 International Film King VS Third-Rate Female Star [26]

After the recording ended, Xiao Ziheng left because he still had something to do.

Afterwards, the recording crew packed up their things and left Le Tong's house.

Before Shan Jue left, he informed Le Tong of the broadcast time, and Le Tong said that she would watch it.

The room became quiet in an instant, Le Tong rested on the sofa for a while after tidying up the room.

When I woke up, it was already 2 o'clock in the middle of the night.

Le Tong got up and went to the bathroom. After taking a shower, he sat on the bedside and wiped his hair. Suddenly, the phone vibrated. Le Tong put down the towel and picked up the phone. She found two private messages on Weibo. She clicked on it. It turned out that Su Wenyuan followed her. There is another one that Su Wenyuan replied to her private message at noon: I'm sorry, I just saw it.

Le Tong was overjoyed, and hurriedly replied: Are you asleep?
But after waiting for a while, I didn't see his reply, so I was a little disappointed. Looking at Su Wenyuan's reply to her private message at 1:[-] in the morning, I guess he fell asleep. Although I told myself repeatedly that he was tired and had a rest, but But my heart is getting more and more uncomfortable.

Suddenly the phone vibrated again, Le Tong turned on the phone, her heart beat violently, and the corners of her mouth curled up uncontrollably until she laughed silently, what did she see?Su Wenyuan replied to her again: Didn't sleep, how about you?

Le Tong just wanted to reply to him, but she was so excited that her fingers trembled a little. She put down the phone and took a few deep breaths before she replied: I'm not asleep, I'm waiting for your reply.

This time, Su Wenyuan's reply was very fast, and it appeared on Le Tong's mobile phone within 1 minute: Give me your mobile phone number.

Why does he want my cell phone number?Although a little puzzled, she obediently sent out her mobile phone number.

The moment it was sent, the mobile phone rang. It was a set of unfamiliar numbers. According to her habit, she had already hung up, but there was a voice in her heart telling her to answer it, quickly, or she would regret it if she didn't answer it.

So Le Tong obeyed the voice in his heart and answered the phone, "Hello?"

"Le Tong, it's me!" Su Wenyuan's deep and sexy voice reached Le Tong's ears through the current of the mobile phone, until it reached her heart.

Le Tong was silent, the moment she heard Su Wenyuan's voice, she suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Still listening..." Su Wenyuan heard the silence on the phone and said again.

In fact, he had her mobile phone number, but he was afraid that she would be disgusted by the investigation of privacy, so he kept pretending not to know it.

He was happy when he received her private message on Weibo.

"I miss you…"

"Ding... The favorability of the target person is +10, and the favorability value is now 75."

Su Wenyuan is in the villa in City H at the moment. He is standing in front of the French window of the bedroom holding his mobile phone.

He missed her too.

After she went back, he always felt that something was missing. When he looked back, he couldn't see her figure, no one played with him, no one handed him a glass of water at the right time when he was resting, no one made him happy, No one will cook for him again...

He didn't understand why he was like this before. It turned out that he was sick—a kind of illness called longing.

"En." I miss you too.

For a while, the two fell into silence. She didn't hang up the phone, and neither did he.

"I'll be back in a few days." It took a while for Su Wenyuan to choke out such a sentence.

"Really? Is the drama finished?" Le Tong's tone was filled with obvious joy.

"Well, it's about to enter the later stage of promotion."

"That's great." Le Tong cheered, so that she could see Su Wenyuan every day for a while, and she was very happy just thinking about it.

This call lasted until dawn, Le Tong kept talking, Su Wenyuan didn't show any sign of impatience.

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