Qiao Wan knew that even the lotus tongue could not change Song Jinnan's perception.
We can only lower our posture and use a woman's trump card - cry!
Whether Song Jinnan can feel compassion depends on whether she can control "crying" well.
Too bland and unconvincing.
If it goes too far, Song Jinnan will be bored.
She brewed her emotions in the dark for a while, and tears fell down.
Song Jinnan felt his chest being wet with tears, and reached out to touch her eyes, "Are you crying because I said you were angry?"
She was silent and leaned deliberately to the other side of the bed.
"I'm really angry." Song Jinnan realized something was wrong, turned on the lamp, and brought her face under his eyes.
Her long hair was messy, her beautiful eyes were misty, tears were still falling, her thin shoulders kept shaking, she was sad and helpless.
"A person in his twenties has no ability to withstand pressure at all. How did you become a TV anchor?"
Song Jinnan picked up a stack of tissues and was about to wipe her tears when she snatched it away with her hands.
She stood up and sat on the bed, wiping her tears while complaining aggrievedly, "I knew there was no future with you, but I didn't expect this day to come so quickly."
"After sleeping for how many days, did you really feel emotional?" Song Jinnan's deep eyes hid some unknown amusement and doubts.
She lowered her eyes and pretended to be stern, "No."
"Since you have no feelings for me, why would you feel uncomfortable if I went on a blind date?"
Song Jinnan got out of bed, picked up a pack of cigarettes and went to the living room.
Qiao Wan still thought that Song Jinnan would coax her with a few words and she would go down the ladder and get back together, but she didn't expect that Song Jinnan would be so impatient.
She bravely chased him to the living room and saw Song Jinnan just lighting up the cigarette in his hand. She hurriedly stepped forward, took the cigarette away and put it in the ashtray.
Song Jinnan lowered his fingers holding the cigarette and cast his eyes on her with interest.
"Stop twitching, it's because I didn't position myself correctly." She reached out and hugged Song Jinnan's waist.
An extremely fake smile hung on Song Jinnan's thin lips, "Aren't you going to make trouble with me?"
"I want to make a fuss, but you don't give me the confidence to make a fuss." She squeezed out a few more tears, "When are you going to let me move out? I'm just waiting for your word now."
"As long as you don't feel aggrieved, just continue to live." Song Jinnan's right hand fell on the tip of her hair.
Her tense nerves finally relaxed.
A little farce with different agendas ended as quickly as it started.
As soon as the two of them returned to the master bedroom and lay down, Song Jinnan's cell phone, which was set to silent, started flashing.
When he picked up the phone, Qiao Wan glanced at it. It was a fixed landline number in Jiangcheng.
Clicking the answer button, a man's anxious voice came from inside, "It's not good, Mr. Song! Liang Tan cut her wrist, but fortunately the nurse found it in time——"
"I'll be there right away." Song Jinnan said, lifting the quilt and getting out of bed, and hurried to the cloakroom.
Qiao Wan heard it clearly and silently felt sorry for Liang Tan for a few seconds. Before she could decide whether to stop Song Jinnan, the sound of the security door being opened and closed could be heard outside.
The speed is really fast!
Liang Tan is indeed a woman who has conceived and had an abortion for him, and her feelings are unmatched by her!
As soon as Song Jinnan left, her whole world became quiet.
She lay on the bed tossing and turning and couldn't sleep.
If you really like someone, you have to be extremely jealous.
But the two have just reconciled. If they continue to cause trouble over these nonsense, will Song Jinnan get tired of it and kick her away?
After much thought, she decided to keep her peace and wait for things to change.
With Song Jinnan away, she could take off all disguises and feel in a rare and comfortable mood.
I went back to my bedroom and had a good night's sleep.
The next morning, Director Liu convened a meeting with all the creative staff of the new program and announced that the travel program would be officially named "Slow Tour of River City" and filming would begin in the afternoon.
After the meeting, Qiao Wan got the relevant materials for the first episode of the program.
The one I chose was a small island in the east of Jiangcheng City.
The island is 70 to 80 kilometers away from the city. Although it is not large in area, there are not only hundreds of fishermen who make a living on the island, but also a national geological park and more than a dozen ancient temples.
Every autumn and winter, tens of thousands of seagulls come to inhabit the island, so it is called "Seagull Island".
Qiao Wan had gone to Seagull Island twice before. Each time she went there, she was very energetic. After landing, she was blown away by the sea breeze and was miserable.
Because the Bureau of Culture and Tourism attaches great importance to this program, the TV station specially gave them the best interview car.
The shooting time is set for one and a half days. If the shooting goes well, we can return to the city tomorrow evening.
Because the sea breeze is strong all year round on the island, it is impossible to control the shooting progress. After the meeting, everyone went back to pack their luggage and set off at 10:30 in the morning.
In addition to the clothes she was going to wear for the photo shoot, Qiao Wan also brought a windbreaker, a headscarf and sunglasses.
When she went to Jiuheyuan to pick up her luggage, she once had the idea of calling Song Jinnan to report, but she turned on her phone several times and finally gave up.
Song Jinnan went on a blind date last night, and went to comfort his girlfriend who committed suicide in the middle of the night. Whenever she had a little bit of interest in Song Jinnan, she would be a little tempered at this time.
She wanted to know how Song Jinnan would react if he pretended to be jealous and ignored Song Jinnan.
At 11:50 noon, Qiao Wan and his party arrived at Seagull Island.
They and the interview car took a passenger ship to the island. It was already late autumn. When Qiao Wan landed on her feet, she was blown away by the sea breeze.
Before getting off the ship, she had already wrapped her headscarf, put on sunglasses and gloves, but the sea breeze was still stronger than the wind on land, and she couldn't even hear her colleagues who were nearby clearly.
It was impossible to take pictures in such a strong wind.
When the interview car got off the ship, Director Zhang Yi asked everyone to get on the car and check in at the hotel.
There are fishermen’s restaurants all over the island. Food and accommodation are cheap and they are the first choice for most tourists.
There is only one regular hotel, a five-star hotel, and the cost is staggeringly high.
The program team had a limited budget and originally planned to go to Yujiaile. However, ten minutes later, the interview vehicle drove into the hotel parking lot.
After the car parked, Director Zhang told everyone with a smile: "The God of Wealth has sponsored our program team, and we will have free food and accommodation on the island for these two days."
"Which God of Wealth?" the cameraman asked curiously.
"The God of Wealth does good deeds without leaving his name. He is only responsible for arranging our food and accommodation. No questions asked." Director Zhang opened the trunk and picked up his suitcase. "This five-star hotel is much better than Yujiale. Everyone, work hard." That’s it, don’t ask anything else!”
Qiao Wan was not a meddlesome person, as long as he had food and shelter, he didn't think too deeply about it. After checking in, I took my suitcase and room card and entered the elevator.
She was the only woman on the program team. All her male colleagues were placed on the third floor, but she was on the sixth floor.
The moment the elevator door opened, a call rang on her cell phone.
Seeing Song Jinnan's number flashing above, she decisively declined the call.
