When she heard this, Ling Sheng stopped breathing nervously and looked at him. âDirector Chen, do you really want to rehearse?â
Chen Mo raised an eyebrow. âWhy? You donât believe in my acting skills?â
Ling Sheng shook her head and stole a look at the elegant, gentle man opposite her. She hurriedly said, âNo, letâs do it then.â
Her scalp felt a little numb. The Third Masterâs smile was very gentle, but sometimes, his gentle gaze was the most unpredictable. She did not know what he was thinking.
âProfessor, this is my birthday gift to you.â Ling Shengâs expression changed instantly, and she lowered her head shyly, not daring to look at the man in front of her. Her heart was beating like a deerâs, and her face started to flush visibly.
âPut it on for me!â Chen Mo was putting on an act. He secretly paid attention to a certain someoneâs reaction and realized that the surrounding air was unbearably sour.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Chao Lu nervously pulled a scarf out of the beautiful gift box with trembling hands. When she stood on her toes and touched the manâs shoulder gently, her beautiful round fingers were retracted suddenly. It was as though she had been electrocuted, but she could not bear to leave. During the process, she did not dare look at the manâs face.
Jun Shiyanâs heart felt a little depressed. It was alright to watch her film a variety show, as there were no romantic scenes involved. However, when he saw her film a romantic scene, especially when she was acting like a couple with someone, his sense of possessiveness expanded bit by bit. Soon, it occupied his entire heart, making him want to tell her loudly immediately, âDonât act! I donât like it!â
However, when he saw the young lady fully immersed in acting, which she liked very much, he could only comfort himself. She was only acting. There was nothing to be angry about.
Chen Mo lowered his eyes and looked up, his gaze meeting hers unexpectedly. Her eyes sparkled with admiration, adulation, shyness, anticipation, and all kinds of complicated emotions.
âDonât move.â Chen Mo looked at her gently, wanting to reach out to remove the lint fur ball from her hair.
When Chao Lu saw that the manâs hand was about to reach her, she slowly closed her eyes. Her nervous eyelashes were trembling. There was no longer the stiffness of the afternoon and the resistance she had felt back then.
Chen Mo lowered his head and approached her slowly, getting just two centimeters away from her forehead.
âCough, cough!â Jun Shiyan suddenly let out two low coughs before saying nonchalantly, âI heard the delivery guy.â
Chen Mo gave him a disdainful look. Hadnât he said he didnât care? Hadnât he said he would support her? It was just a forehead kiss. Look at how nervous he was.
Ling Sheng opened her eyes and looked at him strangely. âReally? I didnât hear anyone knock.â
Jun Shiyan concealed his loss of composure. âI might have misheard. Iâll go take a look.â
Chen Mo looked at his back as he left and noticed his footsteps were a little clumsy. He could not help but sigh internally. Ah Yan had finally met a woman who could control him.
He had good taste, but why did he keep feeling like his treasure had been snatched away? He had just met the young girl not long ago and he had liked her from the bottom of his heart. However, in the blink of an eye, the young girl had become another manâs person.
As he thought about it, he felt unhappy. He looked at Ling Sheng and asked, âWhen did you get together?â
Ling Sheng acted very obediently. âWeâve been together for a long time.â
Chen Mo frowned even more. âWhat do you like about him? Not only does he not know how to be flirtatious, but heâs also older than you.â
Besides, shouldnât Ah Yan have been in a wheelchair when theyâd met? He was also disfigured. What kind of taste did this girl have when it came to men?