Husband is so arrogant

Chapter 154 You Wait For Me
The last one to get up was Wen Yimo. The former daughter of the Jin Dynasty was all about eating, drinking and having fun. How could she have lived such a mentally and energy-intensive life? Although her mentality has adapted, her body's biological clock and various functions are still there. She was not obedient, so that she felt very tired recently.

As soon as she woke up, she was greeted by a rich and nutritious breakfast on the dining table. Wen Yimo, who couldn't help but swallow her saliva, looked up and saw Han Zhengyu and Rocky carrying the breakfast laughingly from the kitchen out.

From time to time, Luo Qi gave Wen Yimo a wink to show off. Although it made her feel a little puzzled, she could still guess what was going on in Luo Qi's mind.

"Hey, hey, what's the situation with you two, Rocky, you are not allowed to do anything to my artist!" Wen Yimo said jokingly, pretending to be frightened on purpose.

Rocky put down his breakfast and waved his hand with a smile and said, "Wenwen, look at what you said is ugly, what do you mean by starting, we just discovered a common interest and are discussing it."

Han Zhengyu scratched his head in embarrassment and nodded at Wen Yimo. Wen Yimo opened his mouth so wide that he could stuff an egg, and said inconceivably, "This is red rain from the sky. Did the west come out? You two actually have common hobbies? Are you kidding me, Zhengyu, tell me honestly, Rocky won’t assimilate you, right?”

"No, it's just that I asked Rocky for advice on cooking." Han Zhengyu sat down and said, thinking in his heart, I asked Rocky what kind of food you like, so that I can cook for you in the future you ate.

Wen Yimo patted his forehead and smiled: "Fortunately, if you are assimilated by Rocky, your IQ will be reduced by at least half, and I'm afraid you won't even be able to memorize lines by then."

Hearing this, Rocky was dissatisfied, and shouted at Wen Yimo aggressively, "What are you talking about, I took an intelligence test on the Internet yesterday, and the test result was [-], how could you That's so stupid."

As soon as Rocky finished speaking, Han Zhengyu silently made up the knife behind his back, and said indifferently: "Ahem, so, then I think [-] points must be the passing mark."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and ate his breakfast. Rocky could only stare at Han Zhengyu angrily.

After breakfast, Han Zhengyu drove to the set with Wen Yimo, but just as the two entered the set, they saw Zhao Yalin in the distance approaching them aggressively, as if she wanted to settle a score with Wen Yimo.

Seeing this scene, Han Zhengyu couldn't help but hold his forehead and said with a grim expression, "Sister Wenwen, please handle it, I'll go over there first."

He doesn't want to see Zhao Yalin now, that woman keeps saying that she loves him, but he also has his own feelings, why should he bear those so-called feelings imposed on him?
"Okay." Wen Yimo nodded, because of what happened before, as a manager, she also has the right to prevent the two from meeting.

Of course, Han Zhengyu didn't want to leave these messes to her to clean up, but if he communicated with Zhao Yalin directly, it would be a disservice. If Zhao Yalin started to make trouble again, it would only waste everyone's time.

Seeing the back of Han Zhengyu leaving in a hurry, Zhao Yalin came over and stomped her feet angrily. Wen Yimo couldn't stand the sharp sound of friction between the high heels and the floor.

Take a closer look at today's Zhao Yalin, with heavy makeup and meticulous grooming, probably for Han Zhengyu, but the other party avoids her like a snake.

"What's the matter? Do you need me?" Seeing Zhao Yalin, Wen Yimo immediately returned to his icy appearance, and the cold air came out of his bones every word, as if he wanted to keep people away thousands of miles away.

Zhao Yalin snorted coldly, her displeasure was written all over her face, but her tone was still not particularly strong, as if she was really afraid of something like Wen Yimo: "Honestly, are you playing tricks behind your back?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, I don't know." Wen Yimo looked like she didn't take Zhao Yalin seriously, and said a word lightly, sitting on the chair on the set, reading the script by herself.

And Zhao Yalin was obviously condescending, but for some reason, she still felt a bit shorter than Wen Yimo.

Casting a squinting glance at Wen Yimo, Zhao Yalin raised her voice in order to hide her inner guilt and said, "Have you started pretending to be noble? If you hadn't told the director to divert Zhengyu and I from the scenes, I wouldn't have seen each other for so many days." Are you not going to Zhengyu?"

Wen Yimo took a sip of the mineral water prepared for her by the crew, and Wen Yimo said calmly: "You are wrong, it is Zhengyu who doesn't want to see you, I will communicate with the director as a manager and fulfill his request. Is it too much? Besides, you don't have to think too much, you can't force things about your feelings, so you don't have to worry about it."

A word that seemed to be concerned about Zhao Yalin was actually ironic.

Zhao Yalin's face turned ugly, but she still said insistently: "What do I have against you that you hate so much? I just like Zhengyu, don't tell me...you like Zhengyu too? Otherwise? Why do you keep stopping me!"

If Mo Wenwen really likes Han Zhengyu, what should she do?
Hearing Zhao Yalin's ugly words, but still shouting so loudly on the set, Wen Yimo couldn't hold back any longer, stood up and slapped her hard on the face, only to see Zhao Yalin's pink and tender face gradually turning red and swollen When she got up, her eyes were gradually flooded with tears, and she looked at Wen Yimo in disbelief.

Wen Yimo's eyes were full of coldness: "Are you awake? Don't impose your vexatious feelings on Zhengyu, my patience has a limit!"

If such words were spread, what would happen? As a manager, because of his admiration for his artists, he would block others from liking Han Zhengyu?
Hehe, this will definitely be a lively show.

Seeing that Zhao Yalin didn't seem to be stunned by a word, Wen Yimo sneered and said, "Remember to control your mouth when you go out in the future, otherwise, you will definitely suffer bitter fruit."
It's not that the surrounding staff couldn't see such a big movement here, but they just pretended to be invisible. Everyone didn't expect that Mo Wenwen, who had always seemed weak, would actually do it directly with such a domineering attitude.

"What are you, you dare to hit me! Mo Wenwen, wait for me!" Zhao Yalin covered her face with tears welling up in her eyes and yelled at Wen Yimo, then picked up her bag and ran out of the set.

Hearing the movement here, Han Zhengyu and Ji Wenyan were the first to rush over, but Han Zhengyu and Wen Yimo were a little closer, so they got to the side before Ji Wenyan.

"Sister Wenwen, how are you doing? Are you okay?" Han Zhengyu rushed over and grabbed Wen Yimo's shoulders, looking him up and down anxiously.

Han Zhengyu's actions made Wen Yimo couldn't help covering his mouth and burst out laughing: "Zhengyu, do you have a fever? I hit Zhao Yalin. If you asked me if I was okay, you should ask Zhao Yalin if I'm okay." It's okay, really. Oh, but she ran out just now, if you want to chase it, there is still time."

Seeing Wen Yimo leaning back and forth with a smile, Han Zhengyu shook her shoulders a few times helplessly, and said affectionately to Wen Yimo: "Are you stupid? Zhao Yalin has nothing to do with me. I just want to know if you have What's up."

Wen Yimo was a little embarrassed to be stared at by Han Zhengyu's naked expression, looked at Han Zhengyu and teased: "Zhengyu, can you stop being so nasty, I really can't stand it anymore."

After she finished speaking, she deliberately pretended to be covered in goosebumps and shook her shoulders, causing Han Zhengyu to roll her eyes hard.

"Uh, Wenwen, Zhengyu is about to start filming, you guys should get ready, oh, by the way, and there are quite a lot of reporters on the set recently, just a little bit, be careful." He and Han Zhengyu came to Wenzhou almost at the same time Ji Wenyan, who was next to Yimo but had been ignored by the two of them, pretended to cough a few times and interrupted the two of them, and at the same time reminded Mo Wenwen very cryptically.

It was only then that Wen Yimo, who realized that Ji Wenyan was still standing beside him, explained with some embarrassment: "Ah? Pay attention? Uh, director, don't think too much, Zhengyu and I are not the kind of relationship you think, we are just managers It’s just the relationship between people and artists.”

After finishing speaking, Wen Yimo nudged Han Zhengyu who was standing in a daze with his elbow, and Han Zhengyu immediately reacted and said in agreement: "Yes, yes, yes, it's just the relationship between the manager and the artist, that's all, nothing else. "

There will be other relationships in the future, Han Zhengyu thought firmly in his heart, Wen Yimo was where his eyes rested.

Ji Wenyan smiled and looked at the two without saying a word, feeling a little lost for some reason.

After Zhao Yalin left, order was restored on the set, and the staff saw that there was nothing lively to watch, so they returned to their respective posts to work.

The scene that Han Zhengyu was going to shoot today was still a scene with Mochizuki Fujiwara. After a few scenes, both of them were a little tired.

During the intermission, the staff came up to deliver water to Han Zhengyu and Fujiwara Mochizuki. The two had known each other for a while, and gradually accumulated experience and understanding with each other while filming together. They discussed acting skills from time to time, as if Chollima met Bole, It's not a joy.

The short 10-minute break ended quickly, and the two continued to devote themselves to the hasty filming.

Fortunately, Wen Yimo and Ji Wenyan discussed it, and arranged all the night scenes that need to be filmed in the past few days to be finished in one night, and let the actors go home to rest during the day, so that they will not be too tired and can guarantee filming Ji Wenyan also agreed to the progress.

There are fewer night scenes these days, and everyone can go home before dark.Han Zhengyu was packing his things and preparing to go home. Mochizuki Fujiwara, who had packed his things earlier, passed by Han Zhengyu, and greeted Han Zhengyu with a smile: "Zhengyu, I'll be leaving first, see you tomorrow."

Han Zhengyu raised his head and smiled in response, then continued to pack his things with his head down.

Wen Yimo had just checked tomorrow's scene with the on-site director, and just passed by Fujiwara Mochizuki who was going out when she came back. She looked back at Fujiwara Mochizuki Qianli's back, feeling a little puzzled.

(End of this chapter)