"Walking with the Mist" became an instant hit and became a benchmark work in the film industry. As the leading actors, Meng Tingxu and Lan Rong can be regarded as having gained aura.

After finishing her lengthy work, Meng Tingxu walked out from the backstage of the award ceremony, flanked by several staff members.

"Sister Meng, take a look at this script. The other director has told you to read it. Only after you have finished selecting it can it be shown to other actresses." The staff member's tone was flattering and attentive.

Meng Ting glanced at the cover of the script in a daze, "Put it in my car, I'll go back and read it later."

"Okay, I'll go right away." The staff member responded excitedly.

She was actually a little tired. She had worked for such a long time but had almost no rest.

At this moment, she wanted to be alone for a while.

But as soon as this thought crossed her mind, she saw Qin He walking over surrounded by people.

They hadn't seen each other for some time. After recovering her memory, she had been avoiding him. When they suddenly met, she was really moved.

"Mr. Qin, let me introduce to you that this is our heroine Meng Tingxu in "Walking with the Mist", the youngest Grand Slam Best Actress in China." A man who looked like a producer spoke enthusiastically and chattered endlessly.

Qin He was wearing a black suit, with affectionate eyebrows and a calm smile.

His gaze passed over Meng Tingxu, not reaching the smile in his eyes, which was dull and almost emotionless.

He raised his lips and said in an intriguing tone, "I know."

"You know, how do you know?" Someone asked curiously, his eyes secretly wandering between Qin He and Meng Tingxu, and with a probing look, he spoke again: "How did Mr. Qin and Miss Meng know each other?"

Qin He smiled, the red tear mole dazzling under the light.

He casually seemed to be planning to say it openly, "Xuxu and I..."

Meng Tingxu subconsciously stood up straighter, with a cold look on his face.

Qin He turned his attention to her, "It should be considered a close friendship. After all, we almost..."

"That's enough," Meng Tingxu interrupted Qin He and spoke in a tight voice: "Qin He...come here with me."

She took a step forward and grabbed Qin He's sleeve in full view of everyone.

Next to it was an empty lounge. Qin He let Meng Tingxu pull him in with a faint smile on his lips.

He leaned against the door frame, lowered his head and looked at the girl's distinct eyelashes with mascara on, and raised his hand to touch them.

Meng Tingxu was startled by his sudden movement, raised her head and glared at him, "Be more respectful!"

"Respect?" Qin He asked her funnyly: "Xuxu, do you think the relationship between us is one of respect?"

His slender fingers gently clasped her chin, his movements gentle but not allowing for resistance.

"Tell me about your relationship, I might be a little interested." It seemed like coaxing, like a joke, but also had an indescribable seriousness.

His lips were reddish in color, and his face, which was originally an evil one, now looked extremely alluring.

But Meng Tingxu had recovered his memory, so how could he let things go by the wayside?

She waved Qin He's hand away and looked directly at him: "I don't talk about relationships with liars."

"Then what should we do?" Qin He looked at his hand that was waved away and smiled nonchalantly, "I have made up my mind and I must talk to you."

Meng Tingxu thought that she always underestimated Qin He's shameless level.

She looked at him for a long time, unable to say a word.

In the lounge, the atmosphere was anxious.

Qin He's eyes stayed on Meng Tingxu's lips painted with lip gloss.

He had been looking for her for many days. He knew the news about her, but he did not dare to go find her immediately.

He was actually afraid too.

He was afraid that she would not forgive him.

But Qin He has never been one to show weakness.

Under Meng Tingxu's angry and complicated eyes, he hugged the latter.

"What are you doing!" Meng Tingxu was shocked by his sudden movement, and immediately started to push him: "Qin He, there are reporters outside, do you want to be on the front page!"

"I'll see who dares to write randomly without my permission." After he finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed Meng Tingxu's waist.

She struggled so much that the shawl originally on her shoulders fell to the ground, exposing her bare back.

Qin He's fingertips slid down her back, and his voice fell in her ears, low and cold, he said: "Meng Tingxu, when you were on stage just now, I wanted to pull you down.

, wear so little, eh?”

Meng Tingxu wanted to ask him why he was so concerned about her. The next moment, he was silenced with a kiss.

He kissed her so deeply that Meng Tingxu felt like she couldn't breathe.

Her face was red from suppressing it, and she finally had a chance to breathe. She raised her eyes and looked into Qin He's secretive eyes.

His peach blossom eyes were stained with a smile, and before letting her go, he bit her lips gently.

"Are you a dog?" Meng Tingxu raised her hand and wanted to wipe it, but Qin He's eyes didn't move for a long time.

The latter chuckled, suddenly bent down and approached her, and said faintly: "Do you want to try someone who is really a dog?"

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late at night.

Meng Tingxu did not sleep peacefully at night. She lay on the bed and had the same nightmare over and over again.

Shiratori fell from the ring, and she cried for him to get up.

But Qin He grabbed her arm and pulled her up from the ground.

In the dream, with a smile that was sure to win, he said word by word: "You must be mine."

Even in her dream, Meng Tingxu was so frightened that she broke into a cold sweat.

She suddenly opened her eyes and saw Qin He sitting on the sofa nearby, looking at her with a smile but not a smile.

"Having a nightmare?"

Meng Tingxu looked away and said lazily: "Why haven't you left yet?"

"Whenever you come back with me, I will leave." Qin He stood up and walked to Meng Tingxu. The smile on his face fell, his eyebrows were darkened, and he said softly: "You are here,

Where else can I go?”

"I want to go to M state."

"When?" Qin He was stunned.

"The ticket has already been bought," Meng Tingxu looked at him with a serious expression: "I also want to make a decision for myself. Qin He, can you stop controlling me all the time? I am no longer a child."

Qin He felt the pain of a blunt knife cutting flesh.

He didn't speak for a long time, then slowly stood up.

It was even more exposed, and there was a large amount of snow drifting in from the balcony.

Qin He stood on the balcony and smoked for a long time.

His back was turned to Meng Tingxu, and Meng Tingxu could only see his slightly desolate back in the night.

She blinked, her eyes hurt a little.

When Qin He came back, there was a chill on his body, and the cold air rushed into his heart.

Meng Tingxu closed her eyes and pretended to sleep when she heard Qin He say in a compromised tone: "You can go if you want, Xu Xu, I don't care about you anymore, just open your eyes and look at me, okay?"

Meng Tingxu was a little doubtful, but slowly opened her eyes and looked at him.

Her tone and indifferent vigilance: "Are you so kind?"

"Why not?" Qin He chuckled, holding Meng Tingxu's hand outside the quilt, and said, "No big deal, I'll chase you. Meng Tingxu, if I spend my whole life, I still can't catch you?"

"

I'm lucky to have it.

If not, then keep trying.

What's the big deal?

On the eve of Cheng Zhouzhou's 4th birthday, a chill hit Jingcheng and cold fog filled the air.

Cheng Weiyue took the letter from the housekeeper, which was written by Meng Tingxu.

"Happy birthday to Xiao Zhouzhou. The gift is on the way. I hope you like it.

There is one more thing I must tell you, Weiyue, Qin He and I are planning to get married, and I will send you the invitation then."

Cheng Weiyue closed the letter with a smile, looked at Cheng Zhouzhou who was having a fuss with Zhou Jingwei, clapped her hands towards the latter, and said: "Zhou Zhou, come here, come to mom."

Not far away, Zhou Jingwei looked at Cheng Weiyue's smiling face, his eyes full of tenderness and affection.

If you are not willing to give in, then you will spend your whole life betting on such a person and fight to the end to get a result.

Who do you want to describe your lovesickness to?
Chapter completed!