As soon as he heard this, Shen Huaixu felt distressed, "Poor little boy, just keep sleeping. I'll call you later."
"good."
Shen Huaixu: "Where are you now? Apartment?"
"No, here in the middle of the mountain."
"Okay, I got it, go back to sleep."
Jiang Fan was really sleepy. After hanging up the phone, he had no intention of thinking about Shen Huaixu's problem. He closed his eyes and continued to sleep.
After returning from climbing the mountain, Jiang Fan never rested, running back and forth to school, theater and TV station.
I was originally going to go today, but something happened at the theater and they were still negotiating, so I simply let the performers take a day off to adjust their condition.
The Beijing North Art Theater is close to the Mid-Levels Villa. I came here directly after get off work last night.
Jiang Fan, who is usually used to getting up early, couldn't bear the workload and couldn't get out of bed at all.
The aunt who was taking care of the flowers and plants in the yard saw Shen Huaixu, who was supposed to be filming on the set, suddenly coming back, and couldn't help but ask: "Master, why are you back?"
Shen Huaixu looked upstairs with dark eyes, "Is Madam still up there?"
Auntie: "Yes, yes. My wife came back at one o'clock in the morning last night and didn't eat dinner. She must be very tired from work."
Shen Huaixu frowned slightly and said: "Okay, I understand. Let's cook some dishes that my wife likes to eat. I will have dinner with her later."
"Okay, I'll go right away." Auntie put down the tools in her hands and quickly went to the kitchen to give instructions.
A strong person is not sweet, but there are exceptions. This Young Master and Second Young Mistress are perfect examples.
When Shen Huaixu walked up to the second floor, his steps couldn't help but slow down.
Thinking Jiang Fan was still sleeping, he gently pushed the door open.
The person who was supposed to be lying on the bed was now sitting on the bed. His long black hair was a little messy because he had just woken up, and he was in a daze with a confused expression. He didn't even know that he had come in.
Shen Huaixu walked over, stood beside the bed and asked, "Why are you sitting up?"
Jiang Fan came back to his senses, turned his head and looked up at him: "Huh? Why are you back?"
The crew must be very busy, so how could they have time to come back?
Shen Huaixu raised his hand and rubbed the top of her furry hair, and asked warmly: "Come back to see you. Are you exhausted during this time?"
"Well, I'm tired. Are you tired too? Didn't you sleep well? The circles under your eyes are so heavy." Jiang Fan lifted his hand from the quilt and approached Shen Huaixu. Shen Huaixu bowed slightly when he saw this. Get down.
Her warm fingertips gently stroked the area around the man's lower eyes. Different from the high-spirited and evil atmosphere at the beginning, her affectionate peach blossom eyes were now filled with a lot of fatigue and vicissitudes of life.
He could see the distress in Jiang Fan's eyes, "Every industry is difficult to do. If you want to do well, you will naturally put in more effort."
There is no free lunch in the world. It is difficult for ordinary people, so why not him.
The more you stand at the top, the more people will pay attention to it and the more judgment you will receive. Even if it is a very small mistake, others will seize it and magnify it infinitely.
He cannot guide public opinion, and all he can do is improve himself.
"I know." Jiang Fan wrapped his arms around his waist. Maybe he had just woken up, and his nasal voice was still a bit heavy.
Isn't the top pyramid at the forefront of the storm?
