But I have to say that she did forget a lot of lines that she knew by heart.
But fortunately, there is still a sense of familiarity. In addition, she has always been used to studying under high pressure, so she picked them up quickly without anyone noticing anything strange.
That evening, after Gu Mingzhu put Nian Nian to sleep, Yan Jingcheng held a video conference in the study.
Taking advantage of this time, Gu Mingzhu got up from the bed and took out her notebook, turned on the lamp, sat at the desk and slowly sorted out what had happened in the past few days.
She was busy filming during the day and there were so many people and so little time for recording.
After arriving home, he was under Yan Jingcheng¡¯s nose all the time, and he didn¡¯t have enough time.
But recently she has obviously felt that her memory is getting more and more confusing, and many things can only be remembered by relying on the records in the notebook.
And this means that she needs to keep writing down what happens every day to prevent Yan Jingcheng from discovering it.
After half an hour, I was probably too focused on writing.
It was not until the door of the room was pushed open and the man who had just finished taking a shower pushed the door in that Gu Mingzhu suddenly woke up.
She hurriedly closed the book, turned to look at him, and said warmly: "Is it going to be fine so soon?"
Yan Jingcheng saw her wariness in his eyes. Although it was only tense for a moment, it was obvious that she didn't want him to know anything.
He raised his eyes and looked at the time, and said solemnly: "Forty minutes, it's not fast."
Gu Mingzhu was in a daze for a moment, not knowing how to answer.
Did it turn out that forty minutes had passed so quickly?
¡°Hey, it seems that writing is still too slow. Should she switch to using a computer to take notes, so that the typing speed may be faster.
However, she always feels that having a computer around her is not as convenient as flipping through a notebook at any time. Perhaps sometimes, the more primitive method is more reassuring.
For a moment of lost consciousness, Yan Jingcheng first picked up the young man and placed him on his small bed in the cubicle.
When she came back, Gu Mingzhu had already put away her notebook and quickly ran to the bed to lie down.
Yan Jingcheng glanced at her, went to bed, took a book and leaned on the bedside to read.
Gu Mingzhu quietly turned her head and glanced at him. Seeing that he had no intention of speaking, she couldn't help but look away again, her little heart was filled with anxiety.
Gu Mingzhu touched her phone and played with it silently for a while, wondering if he would ask her what she was hiding just now.
Or, ask her what happened in the morning?
But as time passed by, Gu Mingzhu clicked through almost everything she could play and watch on her phone, but the man beside her still had no intention of speaking.
She opened WeChat and sent a message to Xiaobai: [You said, a man knows that you are hiding something from him, but he pretends that nothing happened. What does it mean? ¡¿
A few seconds later, Xu Xingbai¡¯s message came back: [It means he is holding back his ultimate move, and you are already dead in his heart. ¡¿
Gu Mingzhu: [¡¡]
Gu Mingzhu was upset. She felt that although he didn't have a cold face, the aura he exuded made the air pressure in the room extremely low for no reason.
After thinking about it for a while, Gu Mingzhu turned over, her calf clinging onto his lap inadvertently, getting a little closer to him.
Yan Jingcheng looked away from the book and glanced at the woman who was still playing with her mobile phone, still silent.
Gu Mingzhu: "?"
?? Okay, forget it, anyway, if he asked her, she hadn't decided what to say yet.
He is so shrewd, and he will definitely not believe it if he comes up with some nonsense reasons.
In that case, it¡¯s better not to ask. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com