Loving My Rival’s White Moonlight - Chapter 47

Shen Qinghuan thought that he was destined to sleepless night.

But surprisingly, I somehow went to sleep.

A good night’s sleep in the groggy space.

Moreover, it turned out to be a rare sleep.

When Shen Qinghuan woke up and flipped the phone, she found that it was already 12 noon.

She leaped to her feet.

Consciousness also returned in an instant.

Shen Qinghuan’s misty eyebrows paused, instead of panic, he glanced around the room unconsciously.

Seeing the empty room except her, Shen Qinghuan’s shoulders and neck sank slightly.

Jian Fan, not here.

She may not have to face it for the time being.

Shen Qinghuan didn’t want to recall everything that happened in the bathroom last night, as if only a little thought, her whole skin was burnt.

It was also because of endless embarrassment and embarrassment that seemed to cover up those dim heartbeats.

Shen Qinghuan didn’t seem to realize it yet.

Maybe after sleeping for one night, Shen Qinghuan became calm and sober a lot.

She quickly changed her clothes, put on a ten-minute battle makeup and quickly opened the bedroom door.

Even if an extremely embarrassing scene happened in private, Shen Qinghuan had to bite the bullet and have to do it right now.

This is the consciousness of contemporary strikers.

Especially today, she should get up early to send off the Motusan couple. How can the host’s family get up later than the guests.

Thoughts passed, Shen Qinghuan paused with the hand of the doorknob.

What she… just said… the host?

She subconsciously assumed the role of the child owner of Jian Fanzhai? !

Shen Qinghuan was stunned, as if stunned, his eyes flashed across panic and surprised and seemed to be incomprehensible to himself.

It’s just that she didn’t think carefully, and the door she was holding was knocked suddenly.

“Boom boom boom!”

“Sister Qing Huan, are you awake?”

It was the voice of the little secretary.

Shen Qinghuan returned to his senses and opened the door.

Sure enough, the little secretary’s smiling face stood at the door.

Shen Qinghuan appeared some inexplicable little secretary, but after thinking about it, it was always better than facing Jian Fan.

Moreover, maybe Jianfan also thinks it’s good not to face her for the time being.

Somehow, when this thought came out, Shen Qinghuan subconsciously blocked it.

The voice of the little secretary in the ear sounded leisurely.

“Sister Qing Huan, the boss said you had a bit of cold last night. This is medicine and porridge for you.”

Sure enough, on the wooden tray in the hands of the little secretary, there was a steaming fresh fish porridge lying quietly, and there were two small pills next to it.

Shen Qinghuan also knew why Jian Fan didn’t call her this morning.

The thought just now has become more and more rooted.

Then the little secretary’s voice sounded.

“Sister Qing Huan, I feel that this patent, we should have a play.”

“When the Mortusang couple left in the morning, the smiles on their faces were much greater than when they were at Lin’s house.”

“And they actually spent the night at the BOSS’s house, which is also different from the Lin’s house.”

“It seems that the relationship between Qinghuan and the boss is more sincere and moving, and it touched them!”

Although the little secretary said that the relationship between the two was sincere and moving, her eyes were brightly complimenting Shen Qinghuan’s acting skills.

This should be kept in the ordinary, Shen Qinghuan will certainly smile and agree with the little secretary.

But today, she failed to bring up much energy, and even when the little secretary expressed her sincere and touching relationship with Jian Fan as her acting skills, her eyes flickered slightly.

It seems that I can’t accept this sentence comfortably.

Shen Qing laughed a little eccentrically.

But she was worried that her late rising problem would affect the impression in the hearts of the Motusan couple.

Therefore, after listening to her, she did not feel relieved, but cautiously asked.

“I didn’t send the Motusan couple. Did they say anything?”

The little secretary touched his chin, as if he was reminiscing.

After a while, he shook his head, not knowing why.

“No, but I seem to be happier, and I looked at the boss a few more times.”

Shen Qinghuan’s eyes were confused for a moment, and he didn’t seem to understand what the Motusans meant.

However, it is fortunate not to be unhappy.

…

After Shen Qinghuan finished his last sip of fish porridge and swallowed the pills, his eyes turned left and right, as if asking about the debut at random.

“Yuan Meng, where did your boss go?”

Speaking of this matter, the little secretary’s eyes were more confused, he even turned his head and asked Shen Qinghuan.

“Sister Qing Huan, I still want to ask you about this matter.”

“Last night, did you add anything to it?”

Add play?

Shen Qinghuan shook his hand with the spoon, and instantly remembered the scene that happened in the bathroom.

But he quickly concealed it and closed his eyelids.

“Can… What can be added, what should be performed, how should we perform it, haven’t we all rehearsed before?”

“If you add more, what should I do if there is something wrong with the show?”

The little secretary was puzzled: “What can happen?”

Shen Qinghuan continued to look down: “No…nothing.”

The little secretary scratched his head, his tone more confused: “That’s weird.”

Shen Qinghuan: “…what’s wrong?”

The little secretary didn’t seem to slow down yet, and the verbal astonishment was still thick while speaking.

“Sister Qing Huan, our boss has taken annual leave!”

Shen Qinghuan was taken aback for a moment.

The little secretary didn’t pay attention and continued to add description.

“Sister Qing Huan, you don’t know that our BOSS is always open throughout the year. Even if he is sick, he doesn’t ask for leave. He always takes a computer and a standard ruthless work machine when he is hospitalized. He actually wants to take annual leave.”

“I originally thought you might have added some scenes yesterday, which is more tiring than our previous rehearsal. It is estimated that the boss gave himself a vacation.”

“But you said no, then this…”

The little secretary is still gossiping to guess the reason for the blossoming of the iron tree of his boss, and finally took the first annual leave in his life.

But she didn’t notice Shen Qinghuan who was opposite, listening to more and more speculations and descriptions of the little secretary, her face seemed paler.

***

It was another rainy day.

The man’s neat suit and trousers are rarely stained with mud. With his clean character, he should feel extremely uncomfortable, but at this time, there is no disgust in the man’s eyes.

Perhaps, he seems to be absorbed in a certain emotion, and has no intention of caring about other foreign objects.

He is still holding an umbrella.

The black umbrella is very large, and the ribs made of bamboo are very long. It fits the man’s slender fingers, but it is just right.

The rain continued to rustle down along the eaves.

He looked at the rain in front of him through the cold lenses, and seemed to feel even colder.

“This time, it’s raining too.” An old voice came along with the sound of footsteps.

Jian Fan raised his eyes, not knowing where he could fall.

After a while, he said.

“This time, I’m here to disturb you again.”

The man seemed a little surprised, with his back hands behind him.

“You have come so many times. This is the first time you have used the word [Excuse me].”

“It seems that it was because of the last time, but you didn’t have to bother last time. It seems that you really encountered a problem.”

The old voice seemed extremely transparent, and the three-sentences seemed to see through the simple and traditional.

While simple and traditional…

“Yes.”

“I’m at a loss for the first time.”

The faint low voice suppressed the complex mood that was not sure whether it was shallow or heavy.

That person seemed to understand the nature of Jian and Fan very well, knew it, tried hard but didn’t say it, and didn’t fear hardship in the face of hardship.

Jian Fan seems to have never known to be afraid, and in most things, he has chosen to move forward indefinitely.

If you want to say that Jian Fanzhen will have such emotions in anything, there is only one thing.

Astonishment flashed across the man’s eyes, like temptation and certainty.

“Do you like someone?”

Jian Fan paused, then nodded softly after a while.

The person seemed to understand all of a sudden Jian Fan’s purpose of looking for him, and he lightly slapped his palm with his hand behind his back.

“Let’s talk about your distress.”

Jian Fan lowered his eyes and twisted his eyebrows slightly. After a while, his thin lips opened slightly, saying every word.

“I don’t know how to love someone.”

“No one taught me.”

The slightly cool voice seemed to be a little melancholy.