The Days Dominated by the Wife-staring Demon + Spoiler

It wasn't until An Jing was out of breath and slapped Ge Zijie on the shoulder with rapid force that he was released.

In the narrow stairwell with no light, a little gasp was magnified countless times. It seemed that Anjing could only hear her own thunderous heartbeat and heavy breathing. She knew it without looking up, Ge Zijie He must be looking down at himself right now.

Thinking of this, An Jing took a step back, opened a safe distance, and then said a word, before Ge Zijie could react, she quickly turned and ran away.

"I thought about it."

In the darkness, the corners of Ge Zijie's mouth were raised, and a faint smile overflowed from his lips.

"Ah! Hiss—" An Jing turned off the high light again, causing her to hit the railing with her knee again out of impatience.

"Bumped into it?" Accompanied by this concerned sentence, someone came up from behind.

"No!" An Jing hurriedly said, and ran away across two flights of stairs.

Ge Zijie stood straight on the spot, and just pressed the switch with his outstretched hand, but An Jing's figure disappeared from his widened vision... Is it a rabbit?

The author has something to say: the input method memory is terrible, my teacher is almost beating me like a pigeon sister recently...

Chapter 73

On the day of the wrap-up banquet, An Jing asked for leave and took Ge Zijie's car to the destination.

Because An Jing didn't have many roles and didn't know many people on the set, she was afraid that it would be embarrassing to be stared at by everyone, so she found a corner seat early and sat down.It took more than an hour until the atmosphere became lively. Except for standing up when toasting, An Jing tried her best to suppress her sense of existence at other times.

To be honest, in fact, she didn't really want to come to this wrap-up banquet, but it would be too disrespectful to the director if she didn't come, after all, she still has something to thank An Jing for.

The female lead, Mo Yan, came late and waited until she moved her chopsticks before coming in. The director dragged her to sit at his table and drank several glasses first.

Mo Xian was not annoyed when he was poured alcohol, nor did he play big names as expected. He raised his glass with a smile, and signaled to the people around him. When he raised his head to drink, his eyes instantly found An Jing among the staff. .

For some reason, An Jing always felt that her eyes were a little strange, as if the usual flirtatious ambiguity was gone, but there was something else in her eyes.

Thinking of at least maintaining the politeness on the surface, An Jing also smiled at her, then quickly lowered her head.

When the meal was in the middle and late, An Jing wanted to take advantage of the urine escape to take a step ahead, and privately sent a congratulatory message to the director, and she quietly touched the doorknob from the side.

When closing the door, his eyes glanced over the director's table inadvertently, and found that Mo Xian had disappeared at some point.

Worrying that Ge Zijie would know that he was drunk, An Jing planned to go to the toilet to wash his face first.

The girl in the mirror's cheeks were flushed red from the alcohol, and even her eyes were a little moist. An Jing put her palms in front of her mouth and exhaled softly.

hot...

"I'm not kidding, I've put up with him for long enough...Dad! The eldest son is my own, but the younger daughter is an outsider to you? The fair competition that was promised at the beginning is only within the scope of my rights." It's all about fighting for your own interests..."

Someone in the cubicle was on the phone with his family, and the content seemed a little sensitive. An Jing was not interested in the plots of these noble families fighting for each other, and thought that she should speed up and wash her face before leaving immediately.

Turn on the faucet, hold some in her hands and rush it to her face, some disobedient water drops into her eyes, An Jing hastily turned off the faucet, and closed her eyes to touch the tissue box on the wall.

She slapped her hands on the cold wall for a long time, but couldn't find a tissue. An Jing closed her eyes, which were sore from the water, and wrinkled her face and took another step forward, "Tissue..."

"Give."

Following this familiar voice, An Jing's fingers touched a warm object, realizing from the soft touch that it was a person's face, An Jing withdrew her hand as if she had been burned, "I'm sorry. "

"It's okay." The man's voice was serious.

Then An Jing felt that someone grabbed her hand and stuffed a few soft tissues in, she quickly wiped her eyes and opened them.

"Mr. Mo, why are you here?" Was she the one who called just now?

"Can't I show up in the toilet? You've asked me this question twice."

It's not because every time we happen to meet in the same embarrassing spot,

"Sneak off on the way?" Mo Yan saw the bag in An Jing's hand, and said with a smile, "Director Ge is waiting for you outside."

An Jing nodded slightly.

"Before you start your sweet date, can I have a word with you?"

This time her tone was still gentle but without the usual teasing smile, she seemed much more sincere. An Jing tightened her fingers on the strap, exhaled, and looked up at her, "Go ahead."

A single word of you widened the distance between the two of them. From beginning to end, she and Mo Xian could only have this kind of relationship between junior and senior, and they couldn't get along on the same level.

"I know that I don't seem to be trustworthy, but I have to declare that it is true that I said I am your fan." Mo Yan smiled, with a little helplessness, "I noticed for the first time that you are indeed Because of your dance, I have never seen such an eager expression on other people's faces, it seems that you can risk everything to fight for what you want."