Chapter 181 Lin Qingruan x Mo Yucheng: There must be a new chapter, why can't you give me a chance
At the end of July, Lin Qingruan finished shooting her first she had time to change out of her costume, she grabbed the latest poster design and smiled foolishly.
Huang Rong asked the makeup artist to put on makeup for her, especially the blue spot under her eye, which was caused by her being accidentally hit by jewelry while filming two days ago.
After thinking about it, I found a pair of sunglasses for her to wear.
Lin Qingruan has not wasted the past two years. She has been unable to get scripts for big productions, so she has played many small roles to improve her reputation. To use Huang Rong's words, she has been accumulating a lot of experience and has been waiting for this one.
Lin Qingruan just smiled at this. Unexpectedly, at the age of 23, she no longer had much thought about becoming famous. She always felt that it was good to just move forward slowly in life.
She raised her head in a trance and asked softly, "Do you think my movie will be shown in the UK?"
"It's possible," Huang Rong said, "if the domestic box office response is good."
The midday sun was the hottest. As soon as Lin Qingruan stepped out of the door, her whole mood was disrupted by her assistant's words, "Mr. Mo is here."
Her brows turned cold, she turned on tiptoe and sat back in the inner room, her gesture of rejection was obvious.
Mo Yucheng was not annoyed. During this period, he and Jin Yanchen had won several collaborations in succession, and he was in high spirits.
When she came in, she said nothing. She threw a tourmaline green jewel into her hand. Mo Yucheng said casually, "Make it earrings or a necklace. It depends on your preference."
The emerald with its faint green glow is like a lover’s most precious heart.
Lin Qingruan held it in her hand, looked at it, and casually put it into the jewelry box, not caring much about it. She was the same with both objects and people.
There were a lot of medicines for bruises and scrapes piled on her dressing table. When I got closer, I could no longer smell the heavy scent of makeup, but instead the fragrance of medicine.
Lin Qingruan subconsciously stepped back, not used to his sudden approach.
Mo Yucheng slowed down his movements, brushed his fingers across her cheek and took off her sunglasses. The moment he took them off, he couldn't help laughing, "Lin Qingruan, are you filming your new movie Kung Fu Panda?"
Lin Qingruan glared at him and said, "You are the panda. I was injured at work."
"Pandas are so great, they're national treasures." Mo Yucheng sneered and rubbed the medicated oil on his hands. The smell of this stuff was very pungent, which made him cry. He blinked and pressed the oil under her eyes.
Lin Qingruan was also shedding tears, feeling a burning pain, but he replaced her with the most gentle caress.
She looked up, unable to see Mo Yucheng's face. She could only catch a glimpse of the bright emerald gem on the dressing table. It was such a luxurious and dazzling gem, just like his heart, beautiful and flashy, but not the one she wanted.
They had a huge argument some time ago, and Lin Qingruan got so angry that she joined the crew and never paid any attention to him again.
When they met, and saw her thin face, the anger in his heart disappeared, and only heartache remained. Mo Yucheng picked up the lunch box from the crew, but he was not satisfied, so he called someone to order a nutritious meal.
Lin Qingruan said no need.
She put her sunglasses back on and prepared to leave.
Mo Yucheng grabbed her wrist and asked, "Who are you angry with?"
"No one."
Lin Qingruan pulled back her hand expressionlessly and forced a not-so-pretty smile, "Mr. Mo, do you have any instructions now? Do you want me to sing with you or do you want me to eat and sleep with you?"
She knew best how to hurt his heart with words. Mo Yucheng took a breath, walked behind her and put his arm around her shoulders.
"Qing Ruan, your new play has begun. There are many plays in life, whether they begin or end, they are all over in the end."
Mo Yucheng paused, hurt by her distant and cold attitude. He pursed his lips and said, "There has to be a new chapter. Why can't you give me a chance?"
"Everything in this world, as long as it exists, will leave traces." Lin Qingruan turned her head away, "Even if Meng Ze goes abroad, it won't change the fact that I love him."
All the disguised peaceful atmosphere was instantly shattered by this name.
Mo Yucheng said in a cold voice: "Qing Ruan, if you are smart, you shouldn't mention his name."
"I'm sorry, I won't mention him anymore." Lin Qingruan raised her head and looked straight at him, "But Mo Yucheng, I won't fall in love with you either."
Her words made Mo Yucheng feel as if thousands of arrows were piercing his heart. At this moment, he finally understood that the time he and Lin Qingruan had spent together would never come back.
The crew's sound system was not turned off, and the sound was a sad and lingering minor tune. Mo Yucheng's heart felt like it was falling into an ice cellar at this moment.
He thought back to the first time he met this girl.
At that time, she had no flowers or applause, and he stood in the shadows as her sole audience.
She smiled brightly, her eyes were curved like a wild white fox, she was cold, aloof, yet cunning, teasing him with a bit of clarity and insight.
"I'm a big star, remember not to tell anyone you've seen me."
No matter what happened over the years, from the first time they met, Mo Yucheng sincerely wanted to create a dream for her.
Until now, obsession is real, love and hate are also real. Because of love, he was crazy, and he thought that if thousands of gods and Buddhas were to punish him, they would all fall on him.
He wished that Lin Qingruan could live a peaceful and happy life without any worries.
The crew had almost dispersed, and the hospital called to say that Zhao Meihua had woken up. Lin Qingruan changed out of her costume and prepared to leave. When she came out, she saw Mo Yucheng still sitting there.
He was lazy, as if he was not affected at all by what she said. He picked up the car keys and hugged her, acting like a "loving couple" with her.
Without Lin Qingruan saying anything, he had already adjusted the navigation to the hospital address. It was nearly an hour's drive and Lin Qingruan didn't say anything else.
Her eyes swept across the street scene outside the window. This was the city where she had lived for five years. She was very familiar with every road leading to the hospital, but why did she suddenly feel that everything had changed?
The car stopped in front of the hospital.
Lin Qingruan bit her lower lip: "Can you please not appear in front of my aunt."
Mo Yucheng sneered, put one hand on the steering wheel, and glanced at her, "Lin Qingruan, I can't stand the light, right?"
"Meng Ze can come, but I can't?"
He was competing with Meng Ze again. Lin Qingruan felt helpless. She couldn't help but sneer, "Mo Yucheng, you are going to be thirty this year, right? Why are you competing with me like a child?"
Mo Yucheng said as a matter of course: "I just want to compete."
When the young master loses his temper, no one can control him. Lin Qingruan doesn't indulge him. Anyway, she has made it clear that if he dares to follow her, she will refuse him entry.
When I was about to get off the car, I heard the familiar sound of the lock closing.
Lin Qingruan frowned and looked back at him: "Mo Yucheng, are you childish?"
Just as he finished his accusation, a parasol was thrown towards him. Mo Yucheng raised his chin slowly, his tone still arrogant.
"Then remember to call me when you come back and I'll pick you up."
Lin Qingruan paused for a moment, and all her edges and corners were suppressed because of his words. She softened her tone and said, "No need, I can just take a taxi back."
Mo Yucheng ignored her words. He raised his hand to look at his watch, indicating that it was time to visit her in the ward.
When Lin Qingruan got off the car, she heard Mo Yucheng remind her from behind -
"It's very hot, remember to take an umbrella."
She held up the umbrella.
All the sunlight was blocked out, and she felt no emotion at all at such considerate and delicate warmth. She was left with only sighs about the wasted years.
She wondered if everything would be different if his true love had come earlier.
Lin Qingruan was destined not to get this answer.
She left the umbrella outside the ward. Zhao Meihua had just undergone a rescue operation and had a near-death experience. She was very weak, but she insisted on seeing her.
As soon as she saw her aunt, Lin Qingruan felt that all the hardships in life were nothing.
She doesn't mind anything, she just hopes her aunt can live.
At the end of July, Lin Qingruan finished shooting her first she had time to change out of her costume, she grabbed the latest poster design and smiled foolishly.
Huang Rong asked the makeup artist to put on makeup for her, especially the blue spot under her eye, which was caused by her being accidentally hit by jewelry while filming two days ago.
After thinking about it, I found a pair of sunglasses for her to wear.
Lin Qingruan has not wasted the past two years. She has been unable to get scripts for big productions, so she has played many small roles to improve her reputation. To use Huang Rong's words, she has been accumulating a lot of experience and has been waiting for this one.
Lin Qingruan just smiled at this. Unexpectedly, at the age of 23, she no longer had much thought about becoming famous. She always felt that it was good to just move forward slowly in life.
She raised her head in a trance and asked softly, "Do you think my movie will be shown in the UK?"
"It's possible," Huang Rong said, "if the domestic box office response is good."
The midday sun was the hottest. As soon as Lin Qingruan stepped out of the door, her whole mood was disrupted by her assistant's words, "Mr. Mo is here."
Her brows turned cold, she turned on tiptoe and sat back in the inner room, her gesture of rejection was obvious.
Mo Yucheng was not annoyed. During this period, he and Jin Yanchen had won several collaborations in succession, and he was in high spirits.
When she came in, she said nothing. She threw a tourmaline green jewel into her hand. Mo Yucheng said casually, "Make it earrings or a necklace. It depends on your preference."
The emerald with its faint green glow is like a lover’s most precious heart.
Lin Qingruan held it in her hand, looked at it, and casually put it into the jewelry box, not caring much about it. She was the same with both objects and people.
There were a lot of medicines for bruises and scrapes piled on her dressing table. When I got closer, I could no longer smell the heavy scent of makeup, but instead the fragrance of medicine.
Lin Qingruan subconsciously stepped back, not used to his sudden approach.
Mo Yucheng slowed down his movements, brushed his fingers across her cheek and took off her sunglasses. The moment he took them off, he couldn't help laughing, "Lin Qingruan, are you filming your new movie Kung Fu Panda?"
Lin Qingruan glared at him and said, "You are the panda. I was injured at work."
"Pandas are so great, they're national treasures." Mo Yucheng sneered and rubbed the medicated oil on his hands. The smell of this stuff was very pungent, which made him cry. He blinked and pressed the oil under her eyes.
Lin Qingruan was also shedding tears, feeling a burning pain, but he replaced her with the most gentle caress.
She looked up, unable to see Mo Yucheng's face. She could only catch a glimpse of the bright emerald gem on the dressing table. It was such a luxurious and dazzling gem, just like his heart, beautiful and flashy, but not the one she wanted.
They had a huge argument some time ago, and Lin Qingruan got so angry that she joined the crew and never paid any attention to him again.
When they met, and saw her thin face, the anger in his heart disappeared, and only heartache remained. Mo Yucheng picked up the lunch box from the crew, but he was not satisfied, so he called someone to order a nutritious meal.
Lin Qingruan said no need.
She put her sunglasses back on and prepared to leave.
Mo Yucheng grabbed her wrist and asked, "Who are you angry with?"
"No one."
Lin Qingruan pulled back her hand expressionlessly and forced a not-so-pretty smile, "Mr. Mo, do you have any instructions now? Do you want me to sing with you or do you want me to eat and sleep with you?"
She knew best how to hurt his heart with words. Mo Yucheng took a breath, walked behind her and put his arm around her shoulders.
"Qing Ruan, your new play has begun. There are many plays in life, whether they begin or end, they are all over in the end."
Mo Yucheng paused, hurt by her distant and cold attitude. He pursed his lips and said, "There has to be a new chapter. Why can't you give me a chance?"
"Everything in this world, as long as it exists, will leave traces." Lin Qingruan turned her head away, "Even if Meng Ze goes abroad, it won't change the fact that I love him."
All the disguised peaceful atmosphere was instantly shattered by this name.
Mo Yucheng said in a cold voice: "Qing Ruan, if you are smart, you shouldn't mention his name."
"I'm sorry, I won't mention him anymore." Lin Qingruan raised her head and looked straight at him, "But Mo Yucheng, I won't fall in love with you either."
Her words made Mo Yucheng feel as if thousands of arrows were piercing his heart. At this moment, he finally understood that the time he and Lin Qingruan had spent together would never come back.
The crew's sound system was not turned off, and the sound was a sad and lingering minor tune. Mo Yucheng's heart felt like it was falling into an ice cellar at this moment.
He thought back to the first time he met this girl.
At that time, she had no flowers or applause, and he stood in the shadows as her sole audience.
She smiled brightly, her eyes were curved like a wild white fox, she was cold, aloof, yet cunning, teasing him with a bit of clarity and insight.
"I'm a big star, remember not to tell anyone you've seen me."
No matter what happened over the years, from the first time they met, Mo Yucheng sincerely wanted to create a dream for her.
Until now, obsession is real, love and hate are also real. Because of love, he was crazy, and he thought that if thousands of gods and Buddhas were to punish him, they would all fall on him.
He wished that Lin Qingruan could live a peaceful and happy life without any worries.
The crew had almost dispersed, and the hospital called to say that Zhao Meihua had woken up. Lin Qingruan changed out of her costume and prepared to leave. When she came out, she saw Mo Yucheng still sitting there.
He was lazy, as if he was not affected at all by what she said. He picked up the car keys and hugged her, acting like a "loving couple" with her.
Without Lin Qingruan saying anything, he had already adjusted the navigation to the hospital address. It was nearly an hour's drive and Lin Qingruan didn't say anything else.
Her eyes swept across the street scene outside the window. This was the city where she had lived for five years. She was very familiar with every road leading to the hospital, but why did she suddenly feel that everything had changed?
The car stopped in front of the hospital.
Lin Qingruan bit her lower lip: "Can you please not appear in front of my aunt."
Mo Yucheng sneered, put one hand on the steering wheel, and glanced at her, "Lin Qingruan, I can't stand the light, right?"
"Meng Ze can come, but I can't?"
He was competing with Meng Ze again. Lin Qingruan felt helpless. She couldn't help but sneer, "Mo Yucheng, you are going to be thirty this year, right? Why are you competing with me like a child?"
Mo Yucheng said as a matter of course: "I just want to compete."
When the young master loses his temper, no one can control him. Lin Qingruan doesn't indulge him. Anyway, she has made it clear that if he dares to follow her, she will refuse him entry.
When I was about to get off the car, I heard the familiar sound of the lock closing.
Lin Qingruan frowned and looked back at him: "Mo Yucheng, are you childish?"
Just as he finished his accusation, a parasol was thrown towards him. Mo Yucheng raised his chin slowly, his tone still arrogant.
"Then remember to call me when you come back and I'll pick you up."
Lin Qingruan paused for a moment, and all her edges and corners were suppressed because of his words. She softened her tone and said, "No need, I can just take a taxi back."
Mo Yucheng ignored her words. He raised his hand to look at his watch, indicating that it was time to visit her in the ward.
When Lin Qingruan got off the car, she heard Mo Yucheng remind her from behind -
"It's very hot, remember to take an umbrella."
She held up the umbrella.
All the sunlight was blocked out, and she felt no emotion at all at such considerate and delicate warmth. She was left with only sighs about the wasted years.
She wondered if everything would be different if his true love had come earlier.
Lin Qingruan was destined not to get this answer.
She left the umbrella outside the ward. Zhao Meihua had just undergone a rescue operation and had a near-death experience. She was very weak, but she insisted on seeing her.
As soon as she saw her aunt, Lin Qingruan felt that all the hardships in life were nothing.
She doesn't mind anything, she just hopes her aunt can live.
