Xia Wan didn't want to pay attention.

Naturally, she walked to the bathroom and washed her hands as if no one was around her.

In the bathroom with a faint smell of sandalwood, it was too quiet at this moment.

Zhao Wanyan's hand was holding the lipstick that was opened for a while but not applied, but her eyes were staring straight at Xia Wan from the mirror, and finally fell on a faint mark on her neck.

That's...

Kiss marks.

Her eyes were stinged little by little, and she couldn't help it. She curled her lips and opened her mouth: "It seems that you're recovering well."

Her tone was unclear, and Xia Wan naturally felt it clearly.

"Yes." She responded lightly.

"Hmph!" Disgusting her lazy attitude, Zhao Wanyan snorted coldly, without restraining her emotions, and went back as if she was out of control, "What's your attitude?"

Xia Wan paused when she heard this, and raised her eyes. She looked at her from the mirror, with her lips curled up. She smiled brightly and calmly, but there was no warmth in her voice: "Ms. Zhao, what attitude do you want me to be? Passionate and grateful? You are not caring about me. I responded with the same attitude. It's strange? Or is my attitude so important to you?"

The expression on Zhao Wanyan's face suddenly froze, and her fingers holding lipstick tightened suddenly.

Two seconds later, she sneered, and her expression turned dark: "It's not important. But Xia Wan, what are you proud of?!"

She hates her.

I hate that her grandfather, who was whispering in a low voice, even more so that she didn't know what she did, and that she could even make Qingsui give up or even warn herself!

The resentment flashed in her eyes, even though it was well concealed, Xia Wan still captured it clearly.

With a smile on her face, she glanced at her indifferently: "Since Miss Zhao thinks I am proud, then I am proud. In this way, are you satisfied?"

After throwing this, she was no longer interested in stopping and turned around and was about to leave.

"Xia Wan!" Zhao Wanyan suddenly called her.

Xia Wan lazily raised her eyes: "Ms. Zhao, is there anything else?"

Zhao Wanyan's eyes became sharper: "So, are you admitting that you were proud to demonstrate in front of me?"

Xia Wan intuition wants to laugh.

She didn't know what Zhao Wanyan was thinking in her mind, but she actually had this kind of thought.

With a slight tug on his lips, Xia Wan raised her head to meet her gaze, smiled slightly, and asked casually: "Is it necessary?"

Zhao Wanyan felt her breathing suddenly stagnate!

She clearly saw disdainful contempt in Xia Wan's eyes!

Because of disdain, the demonstration became an unnecessary and meaningless existence.

Oh……

The jealousy buried deep in her heart broke out again. She clenched her fists and fought back in a cold tone: "Even if that's the case, do you think you're going to beat me like this?"

I didn't want to pay attention to it anymore, but after hearing this sentence, Xia Wan finally couldn't help laughing: "But when did I compete with you? What you call winning or losing is just your wishful thinking. Miss Zhao, I'm very clear about what I mean, there is no need."

"you……"

Seeing her tiny changes in her eyes, Xia Wan's lips re-outed a light curve, then turned around and went out without any drag.

Behind him, Zhao Wanyan looked at her back with aura, and her eyes darkened little by little.

She was unwilling to give up.

But now, she must endure it.

She must be Zhao Wanyan back four years ago!

Xia Wan returned to the set, had dinner, read scripts, and watched the morning filming. She was so busy that she almost had no time to rest. She immediately threw the words of Zhao Wanyan in the bathroom behind her mind.

When everything was over, she was about to take a quick time to take a break when she closed her eyes when she accidentally heard her name.

"May I ask, is Miss Xia Wanxia here?"

It was a strange voice.

Xia Wan opened her eyes instantly and looked at the sound, but what caught her eye was a large bunch of blooming sunflowers.

Sunflower flowers?

Her thoughts floated slightly, and before she could react, the staff next to her chattered excitedly as if they were in the new big six.

"Wow! What a beautiful sunflower!"

"Second Director Xia, Deputy Director Xia, you're collecting flowers!"

"Ahhhh! Deputy Director Xia, are you and Mr. Huo here to abuse our singles?"

"Yeah, I'm so envious!"

With a few words, the sunflower flowers were quickly held in front of me.

"Thank you." Xia Wan quickly stood up and took it and signed for it.

At this time, the assistant came to the front and said with envy and exaggeration: "Secretary Director Xia, I checked the Internet. The sunflower's flower language is silent love! Tsk tsk, is Mr. Huo expressing his feelings? Silent love!"

Xia Wan listened, just smiled faintly and said nothing.

But she had a very firm idea in her heart.

This flower should not be given by Huo Qing. Judging from the surprise last night, he knew that his favorite was lily, not other flowers.

but……

Who will it be?

Suddenly, the memory gate was opened, and she suddenly remembered the bouquet of iris that I don’t know who sent it before leaving the door last night.

Will this... be the same person?

I don’t know if it was my own illusion or something, Xia Wan held the sunflower flowers and suddenly felt a strange feeling similar to yesterday in her heart.

It's like...

Her fingers tightened, and she said naturally: "I'll go make a phone call."

The assistant blinked mischievously: "Hehe, Deputy Director Xia, are you going to talk to Mr. Huo on the phone?"

"Yes, yes..." Xia Wan laughed helplessly, glared at her coquettishly, and thought for a while, and put Sunflower on her chair for the time being, and then took her cell phone and walked to a place where there were fewer people.

Only she was about to call Huo Qingsui, but suddenly she saw a dark and a shadow shot down!

"Like sunflowers?"

Xia Wan doesn't have to look at who it is.

Who else can be there besides Song Qi?

She deliberately took a step back, and she raised her eyes lightly, looking at him as if she was treating a stranger: "Is there something wrong?"

"So cold to me?" Covering his chest with one hand, Song Qi looked exaggerated and sad, "Xiao Wanwan, I will be very sad when you do this, you..."

The impatient frowns without any trace of his eyebrows, and Xia Wan interrupts him coldly: "What does it have to do with me?"

She thought she had said so clearly more than once, and Song Qi also understood it.

But in the end, she still underestimated his skin.

Just saw that he was still crying in the last second, but the next second, it turned into deep sorrow and pitifulness.

"Of course it's related." Song Qi stepped away from her long legs, and she didn't leave any possibility of leaving. She raised her eyebrows. He deliberately suppressed his voice and bewitched, "Xiao Wanwan, after all, I like you."

Almost at the same time when the tip of his nose was about to come up, Xia Wan turned around and left without expression.

Song Qi quickly stopped her in front of her: "Are you angry?"

Xia Wan suddenly laughed, laughing freely and contemptuously: "Mr. Song, are your face a little bigger? Why do you think you are qualified to be angry with me?"

Song Qi was not upset when he was hit mercilessly, and still looked at her with a smile: "Even if there isn't now, there will be something one day."

Looking at his confident expression, Xia Wan directly chose to ignore it.

But she turned around and caught her wrist off guard!

The next second, the voice fell down without being frivolous but calm: "I was very worried about you in the days when you disappeared, you..."

Xia Wan was not interested in listening at all!

"Let go!" She interrupted violently, and then she swung her hard, then walked quickly in a certain direction with a slightly calm face!

Song Qi frowned: "Xiao Wanwan!"

Xia Wan seemed to have not heard of it, and even speeded up, and then stopped when he walked to the corner of the wall.

Her eyes raised slightly, and she stared at the person in front of her.

"Xia...Secretary Director Xia, is there anything wrong?" Xiao Yang bit his lip and greeted him with a smile while putting the phone in his hand back into his pocket without any trace.

But she never expected Xia Wan to snatch her phone from her!

"Deputy Director Xia!" She couldn't help but scream, "What do you mean?!"
To be continued...