Mo Yushen: "There's nothing to see."
Xi Jia rephrased it, "I want to admire your calligraphy."
Mo Yushen stood up and handed her the notebook.
After reading it, Xi Jia was speechless.
I told you, this person is unreliable; I have to rely on myself for everything.
She threw off the covers and got up.
"What are you doing?" Mo Yushen asked.
Xi Jia pretended to be angry, "You're just brushing me off, why are you accusing me?"
Mo Yushen: "It's useless to remember so many insignificant people."
Xi Jia sat down at the workbench. "Zhou Mingqian is not insignificant; he is my idol."
Mo Yushen leaned against the workbench, hands in his pockets. Seeing Xi Jia's serious expression, he patted her shoulder. "Go to sleep, I'll take notes."
Xi Jiaxin didn't trust him and shook her head.
Men are all impatient.
Mo Yushen was no exception.
Mo Yushen snatched the pen from her hand. "No more perfunctory work." Actually, the reason she wrote so little wasn't because she was being perfunctory, but because she felt it was unnecessary.
If Xi Jia insisted on taking the pen back, things might get awkward and she didn't want to argue over such a small matter.
Stand up, offer the chair to Mo Yushen, and trust him for now.
Mo Yushen still remembered those conversations and lowered his head to take notes.
Xi Jia lay back down on the bed, squinting her eyes, occasionally peeking open a crack to see if Mo Yushen was paying attention. He didn't seem to be just going through the motions; he was writing continuously.
After about ten minutes, Mo Yushen put down his pen.
"It's done." He showed it to Xi Jia.
Xi Jia pretended to be woken up, "You're still here? What time is it?"
Mo Yushen didn't expose her, "just a little."
Xi Jia glanced at that page of notes and chuckled.
Mo Yushen rubbed her head. "Go to sleep. I have a meeting at 1:30." He left the bedroom.
Xi Jia watched it again and still couldn't help but laugh.
All other fonts are normal, but the three characters '周明谦' are so small that you almost need a magnifying glass to see them.
It turns out he was jealous.
Xi Jia sent him a message: "Zhou Mingqian is just a director I admire. I only love you."
Mo Yushen had just walked into the courtyard when the butler came up to him and greeted him.
Mo Yushen didn't hear him; he was still looking at his phone.
The housekeeper paused for a moment, while the boss stared at his phone with a slight smile on his face. He'd probably just closed a big deal.
Mo Yushen walked directly to the driver's side. Just as his hand touched the door, the driver quickly called out, "Mr. Mo, what is it?"
Mo Yushen snapped out of his reverie, nodded, said nothing, and sat down in the back seat.
Women are all liars, but it's the liars' words that make people most fooled.
He knew she had someone else in her heart, but when she said she loved him, he was still willing to believe her.
My phone vibrated. Xi Jia sent another message: "[Reply to me too, make sure it matches the last four characters~]"
Mo Yushen: [I only love you.]
Xi Jia: [By the way, am I your first love? (Secretly observing)]
Mo Yushen: "..." Not wanting her to show off, he started typing.
Xi Jia's message came in again: "You're my first love. I asked Ye Qiu, and he said I'd never been in a relationship before, and then I married you. Now I love you so much, so you're my first love."
Mo Yushen had already typed a line, but after seeing this, he deleted it all and only sent one word: 【Hmm.】
Xi Jia: [Haha]
Every time she sends those two words, her smug, proud laughter echoes in my ears.
Xi Jia couldn't sleep and was bored: 【Hello, first love.】
Mo Yushen: [Go to sleep now.]
Xi Jia: [Boring! Disappointing! Boring!]
Xi Jia couldn't sleep. She was a restless person, so she called Wu Yang and asked him to go to the horse farm in the afternoon.
After changing her clothes, Xi Jia took her phone and went downstairs.
I had just entered the living room when my phone received a message.
It is not profound.
He didn't send any text, only a green little person hugging him emoji.
Because it was posted by the aloof Mo Yushen, the hugging emoji felt particularly out of place and a bit clumsy.
Xi Jia smiled faintly.
The housekeeper was annoyed at noon today. Mo Yushen was looking at his phone with a mysterious smile, and now Mrs. Mo is doing the same thing with the same expression and gesture.
Perhaps today is a day of double happiness, as my wife's script won an award.
Xi Jia put away her phone and then saw the housekeeper. "Uncle Zhou, good afternoon."
The butler readily agreed, "Are you going out again?"
Xi Jia: "Let's go to the horse farm."
The housekeeper offered to arrange a driver for Xi Jia, but Xi Jia declined and drove herself there.
Wu Yang happened to be free today, so he strolled around the horse farm and waited for Xi Jia.
Xi Jiabi was a little late for the agreed time.
"Traffic jam?"
Xi Jia: "A little."
Wu Yang looked her over; she had lost a lot of weight, but her complexion was alright. "I'll ride with you today."
Xi Jia: "How have you been lately?"
Wu Yang didn't expect Xi Jia to remember his messy love life, so he talked about work, proceeding step by step, and getting used to this kind of life.
Xi Jia walked alongside him towards the training field, turning her head slightly. "I'm not interested in your work. How are things with your ex-girlfriend? Are you still in contact?"
Wu Yang was taken aback, not expecting her to remember.
Xi Jia had no recollection of it. She had just parked her car at the entrance of the horse farm and read through all the notes in her notebook related to Wu Yang.
After hearing this, Wu Yang nodded, "Taking notes every day and having to review them must be exhausting."
Xi Jia: "If you want to live like a normal person, you have to make sacrifices."
Wu Yang mentioned his ex-girlfriend, saying he hadn't seen her since they broke up.
I heard from a friend that his ex-girlfriend quit her job.
As for where he went, his friends didn't know either.
He was the one who introduced his ex-girlfriend to that job, but after they broke up, she didn't want the job anymore.
As for his ex-girlfriend, Wu Yang didn't mention it, fearing that Xi Jia would despise him.
He got back together with his ex-girlfriend for less than a month, then they broke up again. He couldn't find that feeling again.
Things have changed.
Xi Jia asked, "Have you come out yet?"
Wu Yang laughed: "Did you think I was a woman who could live off love?"
Women, if they want it, he has it.
But I always feel like something's missing.
Wu Yang changed the subject, "How's the script? Did the director like it?"
Xi Jia said confidently, "It's almost certainly true."
"Then I'll be waiting to visit the set."
As they spoke, they arrived at the training ground.
Xi Jia missed her pets the most during this time, and hugged them.
After changing into their training clothes, Xi Jia and Wu Yang ran a few laps around the horse track.
The sound of horses' hooves drowned out the ringing in my ears.
As the horses galloped by, dust billowed up.
From a distance, the two horses galloped away in a cloud of dust.
Only on horseback could Xi Jia forget that she was a patient.
After traveling more than ten kilometers.
Wu Yang felt that Xi Jia was in good form and asked her, "Are you going to the Chengdu stop of the tour in the spring?"
Xi Jia tightened the reins and shook her head. "Even if we went, we'd still be at the bottom of the class." After a few laps, she was covered in sweat.
Running on flat ground is a bit nerve-wracking, let alone obstacle course.
Wu Yang comforted her, "You haven't ridden for two months, but you can recover after a few months of intensive training."
Xi Jia understood that this wasn't a technical problem, but rather a problem with her balance, which training couldn't solve.
She and Wu Yang leisurely rode back to the training ground.