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Chapter 142: 145: Talking Hearts

Ma Hao's room was actually not messy, but when Mo Yuheng walked into the room, she suddenly couldn't stand the few clothes on the sofa and the knocked-over cosmetics on the table.

She sat on the bed anxiously, her heart beating uncontrollably and "thumping" accelerated again.Mahao suspected that Mo Yuheng heard her huge heartbeat, and her toes curled up nervously.

Mo Yuheng sat on the chair opposite the bed, which He Yinian had just moved over from the table for the convenience of talking.

At this time, Mo Yuheng was sitting just right, so he wouldn't look too distant. Compared with sitting on the bed, he felt just right more distant.

His eyes fell on Ma Haohao's feet, and the corners of his mouth quickly curled up.

Ma Hao's feet, which were exposed in the air, retracted, bent up and hid to the other side.

In fact, she was still a little confused, inviting Mo Yuheng to come in was more like an instinctive reaction without rational thinking, just like seeing a friend standing at the door of the house, always asking "Have you eaten yet, why don't you come in and sit down?" "

When Mo Yuheng really entered the room and sat opposite her, Ma Haohao's rationality gradually came back, realizing how embarrassing the current scene was.

They haven't spoken seriously in days.

Ma really wanted to say something to break the stalemate, but couldn't remember what they talked about when they were talking and laughing with Mo Yuheng.

Seems like they're all boring and unnutritious things?
Ma Hao felt like she had nowhere to start. Fortunately, Mo Yuheng didn't mean to embarrass her and put the bag he was carrying on the bedside cabinet.

"Go to the pharmacy and buy some antipyretics." He said softly, "It's too late now, you take it first, and I'll take you to the doctor tomorrow."

Ma Haohao noticed that he was still carrying a white plastic bag with the words XX pharmacy printed on it, and there were a few scattered boxes of medicines in it, which should be the over-the-counter medicines he bought in the store.

Mo Yuheng took out the medicine in the bag, opened the box, broke the pills inside one by one, and put them in the palm of Ma Haohao's hand: "Eat it. I'll watch you eat it. It's over." Go to bed early."

Ma Haohao spread out her hands in a daze, and the moment her palms touched his fingers, she was scalded by the temperature of his fingertips.

However, the scalding heat left quickly, leaving only a long-lasting numbness on the skin with a long aftertaste.

Ma Haohao subconsciously squeezed the pill in his hand, causing Mo Yuheng to look over.

He thought she was having a temper tantrum and didn't want to take the medicine, so he coaxed her with a smile, "Kids have to be obedient and obediently take the medicine to be a good child."

The water in the kettle was boiled with the help of He Yinian and others. The temperature was just right, neither hot nor scalding.

Mo Yuheng refilled the glass of water, tested the temperature with his finger through the wall of the glass, and handed it to Ma Haohao's mouth.

Ma Haohao didn't know what to write, so he drank a big sip of water with his hand like he was stunned, stuffed the pill in his hand into his mouth, and swallowed it whole.

Because she swallowed too hard, she accidentally choked on the way, and quickly reached out to wipe off the water that overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

During the whole process, Ma Haohao's mind was empty, and even she couldn't figure out how she would do this.

No matter how you interpret it, such behavior is too intimate!
Mo Yuheng didn't show any strangeness. After Ma swallowed the medicine well, he bent his eyes and said to her, "So good."

Sick people are always sensitive, obviously he usually speaks in this tone, but today Ma Haohao feels that these words are very shameful, Mo Yuheng seems to be coaxing her.

The only good thing was that her face was already very red today, so she didn't have to worry about Mo Yuheng noticing her shyness.

Ma Haohao said, "Thank you..."

Hearing her thank you, the smile in Mo Yuheng's eyes faded instead, and he showed a self-deprecating wry smile: "Thank you, thank you for letting you take pictures again and again?"

The pain hidden in his eyes reminded Ma Hao of seeing him by the flower bed that night, wrapped in a sense of loneliness and powerlessness, trying to break free but unable to do so.

Mahao shook his head: "Isn't it an actor's job to perform tricks well, just like it's a director's job to shoot a movie well, why should you feel sorry for the right thing?"

Mo Yuheng was surprised that Ma Haohao could say such a big truth, he was silent for a while before continuing: "Is what I did right?"

His voice is very soft, not so much asking Ma Haohao, but rather asking himself: "For the sake of capital compromise, the script has been changed beyond recognition, and vases with backgrounds are allowed to bully the actors... Do you think what I did was right? something?"

Ma didn't like the feeling of powerlessness on Mo Yuheng. He showed such a bitter smile, he looked nothing like him.

In Ma Haohao's cognition, Mo Yuheng should be strong and confident, and will not be easily bent in the face of wind and rain. That is the Mo Yuheng she is familiar with, and the one who is hailed as a genius in the book great director.

But there are too many helplessness in reality. When we see others we know each other, we always see them on their bright and shiny surfaces, and the pain will only be hidden in the shadows.

Ma Haohao didn't know what to say to Mo Yuheng now.

Do you think he was wrong?For five buckets of rice, he gave up his persistence and bent his straight back.

But he was clearly not wrong.

He tried his best for his dream, and was smoothed out of the edges and corners that were not tolerated by reality. He clearly tortured himself deeply, how could he be said to be wrong?

Ma Haohao did not delve into the distinction between right and wrong, and said to him: "Can things in the world be judged simply by right and wrong? I only know that you are a very good director, isn't that enough?"

"A very good director?"

Mo Yuheng repeated Ma Haohao's words, and said with a smile, "It's the first time I found out that the kid can talk so well. I thought you must think I'm a very bad and bad director."

"how come?"

A person's good intentions and malicious intentions can still be clearly distinguished.

She had heard from He Yinian and the others just now that Mo Yuheng hurriedly drove her back to the hotel after he passed out, and the medicines on the bedside table, could they be fake?

He is certainly a very good director.

Ma Hao said without any dissatisfaction, "You are the most powerful director I know. You will definitely become a celebrity in the international film industry in the future. You can shake up the film industry with just one move!"

"You think so highly of me?"

Mo Yuheng was completely amused by Ma Hao. He left the back of the chair and leaned forward, covering Ma Hao's head with his palms. "Then I can't let the children down."

This is the first time he has touched Ma's hair in these days. His palm is big and warm, and there is a warm smell when he gets close to it.

The two looked at each other with a tacit understanding and smiled. The embarrassment and estrangement these days finally turned into a heart-warming warmth in this smile.

(End of this chapter)