you are so nice lady

Chapter 933

midnight, early morning.

The surrounding area was so quiet that no small sound could be heard, so the footsteps from the bedroom to the living room were very clear.

Ning Xiaoman was covered in cold sweat, stumbled and ran to the kitchen, poured himself a glass of water and poured it down regardless of whether it was cold or not.

Huo Shishen followed her, looking at her with heavy eyes, seeing her pouring cold water directly, he stretched out his long arm and snatched the water glass from her hand, "You can't drink it cold."

He turned around to fetch her a cup of warm water, turned around and saw Ning Xiaoman was holding his hands in front of the glazed table, panting non-stop, and his hand holding the cup was tightly tightened.

"Drink warm." Huo Shishen passed water to her mouth and fed her mouthful.

Ning Xiaoman didn't refuse, but he didn't respond either. He looked at the man's hand with empty eyes, and slowly finished his drink.

Huo Shishen wiped the water stains from the corner of her mouth, put down the water glass, and pulled her into his arms, "Did you have a nightmare?"

His voice was still hoarse with a hint of unrest, which sounded extremely reassuring.

But Ning Xiaoman's heart was still empty, as if a cold wind had blown by.

She didn't know how long it took before she raised her arms and hugged Huo Shishen's waist, and gave a low and muffled "um".

Huo Shishen could hear the grievance in her tone, and kissed her hair from the side, "Don't be afraid, dreams are fake."

Ning Xiaoman didn't speak, and nodded after a while, "Well, dreams are always the opposite, as long as you're here, I'm not afraid..."

She didn't know whether to tell Huo Shishen or herself.

Huo Shishen hugged her even tighter, noticing her slightly stiff body, reached out and patted her back to comfort her, his eyes gradually sank.

"What dream did Xiaoman have?"

"...I forgot, I don't even remember after waking up from the dream."

Huo Shishen didn't speak, hugged her tenderly, and kissed her cheeks bit by bit.

After feeling that Ning Xiaoman's stiffness had eased a lot, he hugged her back horizontally.

Ning Xiaoman leaned softly in the man's arms, and was gently placed under the quilt by him. As soon as he raised his eyes, he met a pair of dark eyes like the deep sea.

The two just looked at each other like this, Huo Shishen was as profound and incomprehensible as ever, but Ning Xiaoman's emotions also became incomprehensible.

Huo Shishen suddenly felt a little breathless, pulled his neckline, lowered his head and kissed the corner of Ning Xiaoman's mouth, then lay down beside her, hugged her and patted her on the back, "Sleep, I will Here, if you still have nightmares, I will wake you up, huh?"

Ning Xiaoman nodded and fell asleep peacefully in his arms.

Huo Shishen raised his hand to adjust the brightness of the night light, turned it into a warm light, covered Ning Xiaoman with the quilt, and kissed her on the face.

In the dim silence, his vision gradually became darker.

He heard a lot of Ning Xiaoman's dream talk, and he could roughly guess some coherent scenes.

Huo Shishen was a little puzzled when he heard her unconsciously calling out Qin Qingqing's name.

She dreamed that the child had an accident, which can be said to be due to the excessive tension of the mother-to-be.

Why dream of Qin Qingqing?
Huo Shishen remembered that Ning Xiaoman's tone was begging and desperate, which meant that Qin Qingqing was playing the role of the perpetrator in her dream.

... Is she afraid of Qin Qingqing?

……why?
……

Lin Huanxi was in a daze for several days, but Si Wen still didn't contact her.

That day Si Mu approached her and explained her intentions.

It turned out that she didn't come to investigate her son's girlfriend, but persuaded her to leave Siwen, and even gave her a check.

It seems that Simu didn't even know Lin Huanxi's real identity, maybe she didn't bother to know, after all, for the Lin family, tens of millions was not enough.

Seeing that Lin Huanxi's state was really not right, Ning Xiaoman was very worried, and called her over at night, "Have you still not found Si Wen?"

Lin Huanxi shook her head, with dark circles under her eyes, "His mother said he was fine, but I couldn't contact him..."

As she spoke, she suddenly looked at Huo Shishen who was choked with sobs, "You and Si Wen are such good brothers, can you contact him for me?"

Lin Huanxi really had no choice, she usually dared not talk to Huo Shishen, so she could only bite the bullet and beg him now.

Huo Shishen was peeling the mangosteen for Ning Xiaoman, when he heard this, he raised his eyes to look at Lin Huanxi.

He didn't answer right away, he fed the fruit pulp to Ning Xiaoman's mouth, and said: "This is the Si family's business, I'm not fit to intervene."

That's what it means to be unwilling to help.

Lin Huanxi's hope was emptied all of a sudden, and her whole body seemed to have lost her soul.

Ning Xiaoman was very distressed when he saw it, and refused to eat what the man fed him, and looked at Huo Shishen resentfully: "..."

Huo Shishen: "..."

After a stalemate for a long time, he surrendered helplessly, "I'll ask Nanye to inquire."

Ning Xiaoman asked cautiously: "Will he find Si Wen?"

Huo Shishen said: "It's not convenient for us to interfere with the internal affairs of the Si family, but Nanye can investigate privately and get news about Si Wen from other people."

Lin Huanxi raised her head in surprise, "Is it so serious?"

Huo Shishen took advantage of the situation and stuffed the mangosteen pulp into Ning Xiaoman's mouth, "The Si family is now starting to seize power internally, and there is no news from the outside world, so it can't be too obvious, Si Wen..."

He paused, glanced at Lin Huanxi, and said, "Maybe you can't help yourself, you'd better be mentally prepared."

Lin Huanxi turned pale, and finally nodded.

……

Beijing City, the ancient city studio.

After days of cloudy rain, the weather finally cleared up.

The sun was shining brightly, but it was a bit cold when it shone on her body. Pu Zifei was wearing short sleeves, her ankles were exposed, and she stepped on the ground one by one, revealing dead branches and leaves covered by snow.

In a cool shed not far away, a young man in a black down jacket held up a horn and yelled at her, "That action double pays attention to his position! Don't block the action of the supporting role behind him!"

She nodded, raised her stiff arms and made a set of movements, the muscles that refused to wake up in the low temperature eroded her will little by little.

Don't blame the cold weather, blame yourself for not practicing enough.

Pu Zifei pressed her teeth tightly, and when she turned around, she still couldn't help exhaling, a white mist immediately appeared in the winter air, which was particularly dazzling when photographed by the camera.

The director finally got angry and dropped the script in his hand, "Do you still want to do it? The movements are stiff and moving, and you are breathing at the camera! Are you afraid that your sense of existence is not strong enough?"

As he said, he suddenly kicked the table beside him forcefully, "It's a dead piece of wood! Is it amazing to be rich? All rotten fish and smelly shrimp come to me to make me unhappy!"

Pu Zifei stood there without moving. Although she was scolded, she didn't show any embarrassment on her face.

The staff at the scene knew that the director was so arrogant because of the investors of this film, and he had a few stubborn actors come in.

The director had an opinion in his heart, but he didn't dare to offend the actors of the management, so he could only cast it on the new martial arts stand-in Pu Zifei.

(End of this chapter)