This is a still from Jiang Qin's drama.
When Jiang Qin was filming her first TV series, he and Cheng Weiming went to visit the set. At the time, Uncle Jiang was abroad, so he took a few photos and a short video of Jiang Qin acting and sent them to Uncle Jiang.
I forgot to delete it later.
Xi Jia flipped through the photo, only to find a video next to it, and the image that lingered on it clearly showed the same beautiful woman from before.
You're a fan of celebrities?
Mo Yushen didn't hide anything, "My friend, Jiang Qin."
Xi Jia: "Quite pretty."
Mo Yushen did not respond.
The green light is on.
Xi Jia had already memorized what her grandparents looked like, so she didn't look at the photo album anymore, afraid that she might accidentally see something she shouldn't.
She exited the photo album and returned the phone to Mo Yushen.
"Are there any photos of me on your phone?" Xi Jia asked.
"No."
Xi Jia nodded.
The car was very quiet.
The car turned and drove onto a path lined with plane trees.
Most of the sycamore branches were bare, with only a few yellow leaves hanging on the tips.
Xi Jia watched as a withered leaf fell onto the car's windshield, but before it could settle, it was blown away by the wind.
Mo Yushen glanced at Xi Jia out of the corner of his eye; she was lost in thought.
Xi Jia opened her bag, took out an exquisite notebook, found a pen, turned to a blank page, and began to write: Mo Yushen has a female friend named Jiang Qin.
This friend is special; they can put solo photos in their album (××).
This road is narrow, a single lane in both directions, and it gets completely congested during rush hour.
It takes half a day to move a few steps.
Mo Yushen turned his head and saw the line of text, as well as the two X's at the end.
Xi Jia put the notebook in her bag and then took out the two black cards from her wallet.
With such a good male friend, she naturally didn't need him. She placed the card on the armrest box.
Mo Yushen looked at the card, "What are you doing?"
Xi Jia: "You're asking a question you already know the answer to. If you were really that stupid, you wouldn't be the president of the Mo Group."
Mo Yu was speechless.
The air seemed to solidify.
The black card, lying on the brown armrest box, was particularly glaring.
Taking advantage of the traffic jam, Mo Yushen picked up his phone, found Jiang Qin's photo, and deleted it. Then, he also deleted the video.
I checked the photo album again, but there were no other photos.
"I've deleted them all."
Xi Jia had her back to him, looking out the window, ignoring whatever he said.
The car in front started moving, and Mo Yushen drove the car, glancing at Xi Jia from time to time. She remained in the same posture, and it was clear from her back that she was throwing a tantrum.
They made no attempt to hide it.
The car climbed a few meters and then stopped.
The atmosphere remained tense.
After a long pause, Mo Yushen broke the silence: "Those are stills of Jiang Qin. I took them when I visited the set and sent them to Uncle Jiang, but I forgot to delete them."
The explanation was brief, but it was already an exception for Mo Yushen.
Xi Jia maintained the same posture as before.
I'm not interested in his explanation.
Mo Yushen opened his phone again and took two pictures of Xi Jia's back. "Your photos are in the album now."
Xi Jia then slowly turned around, pointing out the window as if nothing had happened, "Honey, look at the scenery along the street, it's quite nice, it has the feel of early winter."
Mo Yushen: "..."
Xi Jia's temper comes on quickly and goes off just as fast.
She once told Ye Qiu that she was beautiful and rich, and that she never needed to wrong herself.
She can't tolerate even a grain of sand in her eyes.
However, if the sand was accidentally blown in by the wind and then rubbed out, she wouldn't mind.
Mo Yushen glanced at the black card. "Don't you want it anymore?"
Xi Jia took it and said quietly, "You'd be so disappointed if you didn't accept it."
Mo Yushen remained silent, his hand resting on the car window.
He glanced at the street and the scenery was quite nice.
Half an hour later, the car turned into the villa area where the Mo family's old house was located.
The buildings here are more imposing than Mo Yushen's villa.
Judging from the trees in the yard, the house is quite old.
The car slowly came to a stop in the parking lot, and someone came over to open the car door.
Xi Jia straightened her skirt and got out of the car.
This time, she and Mo Yushen held hands tightly.
Mo Yushen turned to look at her, and Xi Jia's eyes were filled with a smile.
To outsiders, they looked like a couple deeply in love.
Grandpa and Grandma had already instructed people to prepare dinner, and Xi Jia's favorite fruits were also prepared.
The reason why Old Master Mo invited Mo Yushen home for dinner this time is related to the changes in the senior management of the Mo Group.
Grandpa Mo only found out last night; he never expected his son to pull such a stunt.
He also called his son last night.
Chairman Mo said: The Ji family members are all very shrewd and calculating. I can't guard against them all. After all, with Xi Jia as a connection, I will always have some reservations.
It would be different if it were Mo Lian. Mo Lian has no connection with the Ji family, so he wouldn't hesitate to make any decision.
Business should be done the way businessmen do it.
With his son arguing like that, Old Master Mo could only feel angry.
Over the years, Mr. Mo has always felt that he owes Mo Yushen too much.
"Grandpa and Grandma."
Mo Yushen and Xi Jia went inside.
Xi Jia also shouted along with Mo Yushen.
The two elderly people in front of me looked exactly like those in the photos, with kind and gentle features.
"Jiajia, sit here." Grandma said kindly, moving the fruit plate closer to her.
Grandma liked Xi Jia from the beginning, and now she likes her even more.
A few days ago, my old friend Mr. Yue called and praised Xi Jia, saying that nowadays very few young people can calm down and read books.
Mo Yushen also said that Xi Jia went to the mountains to find creative inspiration.
At first, she thought Mo Yushen was just making an excuse for Xi Jia. They both knew that Xi Jia liked horse racing and might participate in some competitions.
To my surprise, they actually went to the mountains.
They were unaware that Xi Jia was receiving medical treatment in the mountains.
Mr. Yue didn't mention it, and Mo Yushen certainly didn't.
However, in the afternoon, Mo Yushen made a special call to inform them that Xi Jia couldn't remember the past and should try not to mention it.
They were worried and asked Mo Yushen what was wrong with Xi Jia.
Mo Yushen: Writing screenplays is tiring.
Xi Jia quietly ate her fruit while listening to Mo Yushen chat with his grandparents.
They were all trivial family matters, and Mo Yushen occasionally chimed in with a comment.
Mo Yushen took a sip of tea. "Grandpa, where did this tea come from?"
Grandma chimed in, "Your grandfather-in-law had it brought by someone." She then asked him, "How is it? Does it taste different from other teas?"
Mo Yu nodded.
Xi Jia has a deep impression of Mr. Yue, probably because she has been reading Mr. Yue's works since she was a child.
She still remembers that vibrant green tea.
"Grandpa Yue's tea is bitter at first, but sweet in the aftertaste and soothes the throat."
Grandma was overjoyed to hear this, finally she had something to talk about.
Mo Yushen had previously instructed her not to talk about the past, but apart from the past, she really couldn't find any topics to talk about, so she didn't dare to ask anything just now.
I'm afraid Xi Jia won't be able to answer, and it will be awkward.
That's good now.
Grandma smiled gently, "By the way, your grandfather-in-law praised you on the phone." Then she asked, "How's your script coming along?"
Xi Jia shook her head. "I was not selected."