Billion Spoils: President's Exclusive Sweet Wife

"Well," he nodded and urged her to eat marshmallows.

After she took a big bite, he asked nervously, "is it delicious?"

"Delicious," she smiled.

He smiled like a child was praised. He also ate marshmallows and said, "sister, even if one day I get separated from you and you can't find me, I will find you. Because for me, sister is a very important and important person!"

Important to be irreplaceable.

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The drama director stood in front of Han zixie and reported Qin Sitong's leave today. He didn't understand why the prince would care about whether a small screenwriter came to work. Did the prince really intend to let the small screenwriter play female No. 2? But it seems that the prince mentioned it at the shooting scene yesterday. He didn't mention it later. He didn't ask the director to really remove song Waner from the role of female No. 2.

Therefore, most people in the crew felt that it was just the prince's casual remark yesterday.

But now... "The screenwriter Qin said that he had a cold today and was afraid to infect the crew, so he asked for a day off first to see if the symptoms were better tomorrow. If not, I'm afraid he would have to ask for leave." while reporting, the screenwriter secretly looked at Han Zixi's expression, "why don't I call again to see if the screenwriter Qin's cold is better?"

"No need." Han zixie frowned slightly, and then said to the drama manager, "go out first."

"Yes." the production manager respectfully withdrew from the room. Han zixie's face was cloudy and uncertain. He broke up in such an unhappy way yesterday. Today, he specially came back to the production team. He couldn't tell why. For a small screenwriter like her, he could directly let her roll up and walk, but in his mind, he always remembered the ease of chatting with her, Thinking that she seriously said she would write a play to make him famous, and thinking that she even didn't think about it, she jumped out of the pool to save rhubarb.

In front of her, he didn't have to arm himself, nor did he need to bother to figure out what, let alone guess what her purpose of approaching him was.

Perhaps he was immersed in intrigue for too long, so that when this simple appeared, it became particularly valuable.

The door of the lounge was pushed open again, but Yao Yiyuan came in.

"Zixi, why are you here?" Yao Yiyuan naturally walked to him and sat down.

"Just passing by, I stopped by to have a look." he said, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. Inexplicably, he was in a bad mood, and even his eyes felt a little pain.

Qin Sitong... Did she really catch a cold? Or deliberately avoiding him? Knowing that the possibility behind is almost slim, she simply can't know that he will come back today.

"Your eyes hurt again? I'll rub them for you." Yao Yiyuan said.

"Good," Han Zi said.

Han zixie's hand rested on Yao Yiyuan's thigh, and her hand gently rubbed around his eyes.

The same is to relieve his eye pain, but Han zixie once thought of the scene when he and Qin Sitong met for the first time.

Sometimes, people are so strange. It doesn't matter before, but they don't find that they have unconsciously remembered a person so deeply.