"Why don't you talk?"

"Are you angry?"

"Bad mood?"

Zhang Aijia had a cold face and focused on driving, ignoring him.

Chen Chong wrapped his coat, curled up in a ball on his seat, and said in a trembling tone: "The cold wind blows outside, and ice is formed inside. I am about to freeze to death. Before I die, can you tell me why I died? At least I am a wise ghost."

Zhang Aijia glanced at him, bit her lips gently, pressed down her fleeting smile, and continued to show her cold face without saying a word.

"I heard that on the iceberg, there is a deceased grass that kills people and treats white bones. It is called Xiaoyan, Madam. After I die of cold, I must find it and save it as my husband." Chen Chong closed his eyes and shouted: "Ah, I am dead."

Then he tilted his head, turned his face toward her, and stopped moving.

Zhang Aijia could no longer hold her cold face. She sneered and said, "It's okay to die, don't worry, I happened to dump you, go find a handsome guy, fly and stay together, and live a comfortable life."

"I won't pursue the murder of my husband, but when the bones are not cold, it's too heartbreaking for you to say such words."

"Aren't you dead?"

"Didn't you laugh?"

Zhang Aijia looked at him, looked at him, snorted, and said, "Shaped."

"It's so cold, if you don't have thick skin, you'll be frozen to death." Chen Chong sat upright and said with a smile: "It's as beautiful as peaches and plums, as cold as ice. This style is not suitable for you. Don't show this expression in the future, it's not good-looking.

"Then what do you think of me? Do you have your eyes like a copper bell and your voice like a lion's roar?"

"The big female insect is an endangered protected animal. It is difficult to raise, so I can't afford it." Chen Chong looked at her and asked softly, "Why are you angry?"

Zhang Aijia didn't say anything and concentrated on driving. After a while, she said, "Why are you talking about those things with Brigitte Lin?"

"Are you talking about that metaphor?" Chen Chong touched his head and said with apologies: "Just just chatting casually."

"Qingxia is my friend. You talked to her about the matter between us, which made me embarrassed, do you know?

"I didn't talk about it." Chen Chong looked at the snow outside the car and said, "She asked about our relationship, and I just told you directly, that's all."

"That's all." Zhang Aijia looked at him hatefully and said, "This is our privacy matter, how can we talk nonsense?"

Chen Chong looked at her, and after a while, he spoke, "Jia Jiajia, we are all public figures, and we have no privacy. The media will only become more and more developed and omnipresent. If we talk about things between us earlier, we will have less trouble and less harm in the future."

"Don't call me that, don't call me." Zhang Aijia glared at him with a tangled expression and said, "It feels so weird. No one has ever called me that except my mother. You either call me an English name or call me the same way.

"I get used to it after calling it for a long time." Chen Chong smiled. This intimate nickname was the same as those three words. After saying that it was the first time, there was no psychological barrier. He said, "I like to call it like this."

"It's so weird that I sound awkward."

"It feels even more weird to call your English name. Sylvia, it looks like a name in a Western fantasy novel." Chen Chong stroked her hair with his hand and said, "But if you don't like it, then I'll call you little sister like others."

"Is it better for you to be younger than me?" Zhang Aijia gave him a angrily and said perfunctorily: "It's easy, you can just call whatever you want. I may not answer anyway. Don't touch me, just sit and drive."

"Okay." Chen Chong withdrew his hand and said, "Britain Lin showed you the script?"

"You really wrote the script?"

"Yes." Chen Chong said proudly, "Isn't it good? I wrote it in three days."

"What a ghost." Zhang Aijia turned the steering wheel and entered a fork in the road, saying: "The whole story is full of two people talking, there is no plot at all. What kind of script is it?"

"A man and a woman, a romantic encounter in a foreign country is the plot." Chen Chong defended: "And don't you think the conversation is interesting?"

"There are a few of them, which is really interesting." Zhang Aijia slowed down and said, "But the whole script was just two people walking around and talking to each other. After filming, which audience would like to watch it?"

"Movies are dream-making machines, and they are the industry that creates miracles. Before they are shot, no one can assert that no one can watch it." After Chen Chong finished speaking, he looked at the street scene outside and asked, "This seems not to be the way home. Have you changed the place to live? Or are you planning to let me stay alone in the empty bedroom?"

"You just stay alone in the empty room." Zhang Aijia slowed down again, stopped in front of a booth with soldiers standing guard, then took out a document from the storage box and handed it out.

“Where is this?”

"You don't know if you say it. This is the villa area in Yangmingshan." Zhang Aijia took back his ID, started the car, and said: "You spent 10UU,000 Hong Kong dollars last time, and won the favor of the people. He specially transferred a villa as a guesthouse. If you come to Taipei in the future, you can live here."

"Give it to me?"

"You dream." Zhang Aijia laughed and said, "This is a limited construction area. Every building has a price but no market. In the past, it was not a high-ranking official who could not enter. It has only been a little loose in recent years that you can only come in and live temporarily. If you spend another 10 million, you may be able to get a note and build a villa here."

Chen Chong looked out the window, it was pitch black, and he could not see anything, and he didn't know what the scenery was like, so he said, "Do you like this place? If you like it, I will build a building for you, and hide the beauty of the golden house."

"Your nouveau riche's face is becoming more and more unscrupulous. No wonder you are scolded." Zhang Aijia smiled like a flower and said, "I don't want to be implicated by you. Besides, it's too deserted here. There are old men around me, and I don't like it."

"Speaking of this, why did Li Ao scold me? I didn't seem to provoke him."

"Do you know?" Zhang Aijia pursed her lips and said, "Hu Yinmeng said she didn't know why, she didn't have any signs in advance, and she scolded you for no reason."

"It's a disaster." Chen Chong thought for a while and asked, "Does Li Ao have any new book to be published?

"I heard from Hu Yinmeng that he is revising his previous articles and preparing to publish a complete collection."

"It's such a tragedy." Chen Chong laughed and said, "I'll give him a background."

"What do you mean is that he stepped on you?" Zhang Aijia said unbelievablely, "You are not as famous as him in Taiwan, so there is no need to do this, right?"

"Who knows." Chen Chong shook his head indifferently and said, "I am a gentleman who judges a gentleman with a villain's heart. Maybe he just simply dislikes me. If he doesn't attract jealousy, he is a mediocre person. Without an opponent, life is really lonely like snow."

"Nonsense." Zhang Aijia smiled and looked at him, saying, "Hu Yinmeng is my friend, don't implicate it and hurt the innocent."
Chapter completed!