In the early autumn evening, the wind in the mountains turned cool, blowing the clear river surface into ripples.

Including the director, seven or eight staff members of the crew gathered on the river bank and carefully pulled Yu Yao up from the river.

Song Lan had long been unable to tell whether she was an agent or an assistant. She was squeezed in front of the crowd and didn't care about her slightly bulging belly. She grabbed Yu Yao's hand and wrapped the blanket on her as soon as possible.

Yu Yao's whole body was soaked, and her face was clean and pure and beautiful, but because her lips did not have lipstick, the pale whiteness was particularly conspicuous.

She put the blanket together, waved her hands to everyone, signaled that she was fine, and turned to Song Lan and said, "You are pregnant, don't always run away with me. I can do it myself, and there is an assistant."

Yu Yao didn't expect that Song Lan would get married for three months, and then she got pregnant with her child, and her progress was quite rapid.

Song Lan was busy wiping her water, but she couldn't hold back her gossip: "Hey, you still said to me. I have always wanted to ask, you got married much earlier than me, and you didn't plan to have a child?"

Yu Yao paused for a moment before she said naturally: "I don't want to be a mother. It's too hard to be a mother."

Song Lan did not accept this reason: "Come on, that's all that I'm going to give you up. If you are pregnant, he might be able to suffer from gold and jade. And I'll guarantee you that with your conditions, even if you have one, your figure will still be good, so there is no need to worry."

Yu Yao raised her eyebrows, looked at Song Lan's pregnant belly and was a little confused. She quickly covered it up and sighed quietly, on the surface, still unswervingly: "I really don't want it."

Seeing that she was so sure, Song Lan believed it and stopped persuading her. Instead of comforting her, she comforted her: "I've been stable for four months in pregnancy. Don't be too nervous. It's no problem to take care of you. He is not by your side recently. I'll leave you to others and I can't worry about it. It's better to follow me."

"I just work and film on a normal basis, it's okay," Yu Yao said, and couldn't help but be curious, "Sister Lan, it's been several years, are you still so afraid of him?"

Song Lan gasped: "Seeing what you asked, he is just an archangel who is full of love in front of you. Try changing someone else, and he can twist his head off with one hand."

Yu Yao laughed.

This is exaggerated, isn't it.

Her husband is not that scary.

Song Lan sighed again: "This is because he is not here, otherwise if he saw you like this with his own eyes and didn't know what to do, I was afraid that the director would not be strong enough and could not hold on to the pressure, so I would just delete all of your hard-working dramas."

The sun slightly sunsets, the wind is getting stronger, and the weather is indeed a little cold. Yu Yao is covered in water, and she is blown away while wrapped in a blanket, and she can't help but shivering slightly.

She was going to say a few words to Song Lan and make Rong Ye famous. Even if he was there, she would not put pressure on her to change her role.

Aye usually takes care of a lot, but he rarely interferes with her work. He always puts the things she likes to do and the career she gives to her has always been placed in a high position, and what she gives to her is always unconditional recognition.

Now, it’s almost three years to get married. After her honeymoon, she gradually returned to the normal working rhythm. She took on the role when she should take on the role, but she was more rigorous and picky in her choices, not to mention those who have heavy emotional roles or have intimate scenes, she refused directly when she got to the point.

Her lover is sensitive and easily injured, so she will definitely feel sorry for every bit of his emotions.

Besides, she has always believed that a good movie is as exciting as it does not have those elements. Not making Aye sad is the first threshold for her to choose scripts.

She is now filming a family film. The character is a young single mother who was cheated of getting pregnant when she was a girl and was raising a child alone. The little boy is only three years old and the actor is also very cute, but the shooting environment is really difficult.

This is not difficult. What really makes her uncomfortable is that every time she filmed, Aye would come to the crew to accompany her. Even if the group was busy with affairs, he spent at least half of his time with her.

But this time it is different. He has several important meetings in the United States and has signed a contract and has been out for almost ten days.

Her signal was very bad in the valley. Not to mention videos with him, it was difficult to even call and send messages. Whether the photo could be successful depends on luck. In the past ten days, I have never made a complete call.

It was the first time since he got married that he had been separated from her for so long.

At this moment, the weather was cold. When the cold wind blew, the blanket could not stop the coldness of the bones. Yu Yao felt that the water on her body was almost frozen. She was trembling, and the entangled longing in her heart suddenly surged.

Yu Yao silently mocked herself for being spoiled by marriage, and she became more and more pretentious.

She was so depressed that she didn't want to say much, she reminded Song Lan, lowering her head and trying to go to the hidden place inside Nuannuan, but as soon as she took two steps, a strange noise came from the front, and then it turned into an unusual quiet.

Yu Yao paused and looked up to see, but the sun was about to set out to look, and her eyes were shaken. In just a few seconds, she felt someone strode in front of her.

She didn't need to see clearly, her body had its own instincts, and as his breath approached, his pulse accelerated as if it had derailed.

The other party was very silent and picked her up directly, tying her arms tightly.

The moment she pressed her body tightly, she didn't even raise her head and her hands automatically wrapped around her.

She knows who this person is.

Yu Yao bit her lip, and the shaking emotions in her heart could not be said to be comforted by him or caused a greater wave. She couldn't speak for a while, but just leaned her head towards his neck intimately.

"Aye," she calmed down before opening her eyes, looked at the corners of his tense lips, and said softly, "You're back."

Rongye never cared about how many people were watching the scene. He wrapped the half-wet blanket on her body tightly, let out a low "um" sound, and hugged her and walked straight to the rest area.

The conditions in the valley are really limited and there is no good place. There are only a few simple small board houses nearby, with air flowing around the corners.

Song Lan followed from behind, holding a new bath towel, blanket and coat in his arms, knocked in carefully and put it in Rong Ye's hand.

Yu Yao's heart made her throat itchy, and she hurriedly said, "Sister Lan, go and rest quickly, be careful of the baby in her belly."

Rong Ye's eyes swept across Song Lan's lower abdomen, but she still didn't make any noise. Song Lan was frightened and always felt like she had cut her pregnant belly. She quickly took her door to retreat with knowledge and tactfulness.

There was no one around, Yu Yao touched Rong Ye's cold neck and called him again: "Aye."

After seeing him for ten days, he became thinner than before he parted. His jawline was sharper and he had clear edges and corners. His eyelash tips were still stained with dust from the valley.

I saw that I had no rest and rushed back all the way through the moon.

Rong Ye sat down, put Yu Yao on his legs, pulled the wet blanket and threw it aside, putting a thicker one on her, and then took a large bath towel to rub her hair. His hands were not very gentle, so he deliberately messed up her long hair.

Yu Yao was funny and helpless. The little madman was having a quarrel, not saying a word, and did not say anything to her.

She struggled to get out of the bath towel, not knowing how pale she looked, and asked him with a smile: "Do you don't miss me? You have this attitude when you come back?"

Her state, and this sentence, pricked someone's nerves together.

Rong Ye suddenly grabbed both sides of the bath towel and pulled him closer. Yu Yao was covered in it and could only throw herself into front of him. She had no time to say anything else, so his lips pressed heavily, squeezed into the darkness that the bath towel was brought out, and kissed her freely in the wet damp moisture.

Yu Yao could respond evenly at first, but his attack was fierce. She quickly lost the ability to deal with her and was willing to let her soften her body and let him vent her heart.

There was a faint sound of wind around, his breath mixed in the middle and lifted Yu Yao. Her coldness faded away, leaving only the constant heat surging, and bloody cheeks also appeared.

His lips were burnt hot and lingered to her ears.

"Do you think you want it?" he asked in a deep voice, "Because I can't contact you, I dare to jump into the river casually, right? How many such scenes have you been filmed?"

Yu Yao held his clothes and was a little cautious, she was indeed hiding it from him.

"Isn't it because I'm afraid you'll be involved in your energy," she tried to find a legitimate reason. "It would be strange if I told you in advance that you can feel at ease outside. Besides, there are not a few games, it's you who happened to catch up..."

His eyes were still dark and there was no sign of dissolving.

Yu Yao confronted him for a few seconds, met the blood-wounded eyes, took the initiative to raise the white flag, and kissed him in the eyebrows: "...Okay, let me be honest, I've been filming while you left, either falling into the water or rolling on the hillside, but it's really a story that requires no one to make things difficult for me. Today is the last one, and all those who suffer have been filmed, really."

Her tone was soft and her fingertips wiped off the dust from his eyelashes: "Look, as soon as you get home, I'll be fine."

Rong Ye closed his eyes, pinched her waist with his hands, and used a little force, but it didn't hurt, but it made her sore and itchy: "No next time, I have to stare at you every day, if you can't see it for a day, you--"

"—I miss you." Yu Yao moved so much that she was itchy, and she was not idle in her mouth. She perfectly followed his words and hugged him and smiled.

She knows Aye too well.

As long as she persists and likes what she likes, even if he is reluctant, he will indulge her without any bottom line. He looks very fierce, but in fact he has no temper towards her.

Rong Ye's face had just calmed down a little. He wanted to lean over and kiss her again. The closed door moved slightly, and was pushed open from outside by a pair of short milky white arms. A fleshy round face came into the open crack of the door, and shouted timidly: "Mum——"

Yu Yao was stunned, then reacted, held Rong Ye's knee and twisted her body, waved to the door: "Lingling, what's wrong?"

She introduced to Rongye in time: "This is a young actor who plays my son, you should have seen him before."

Yu Yao said it very smoothly, but after she finished speaking, she felt something awkward. Sure enough, when she saw Rong Ye's expression, the smiles she had finally made had completely disappeared, her long eyelashes were half hanging, and her eyes looked at Lingling with gloomy eyes.

Lingling was scared to tears by him and whimpered, "I heard that Mama fell into the water and was afraid of catching a cold, so she came to send a quilt."

"...Mom, son?" Rong Ye slowly turned his head and looked at Yu Yao, "I didn't call that when I saw him last time."

Yu Yao's forehead jumped straight.

What a weird Shura field?

As the center of the Storm, she decided to defeat one by one and pick the ones that could be coaxed first.

Yu Yao immediately calmly walked up and down her wild legs, walked to Lingling, bent down to touch his head: "I'm fine, it's cold, go back quickly, and there's also the name of mother that can only be called in the filming. It's not normal, it's okay to call her sister or aunt."

After coaxing Lingling away with tears, Yu Yao kept watching the door until he met with the adults safely before returning. As soon as she turned around, she hit the man's shaking chest.

She subconsciously leaned towards the door panel, Rong Ye left no room to get close to her, her body pressing against her, and her breath was hot and oppressed.

Yu Yao was imprisoned by him and could not move, so she simply hung it on his shoulder with pleasure, without intending to break free.

Rong Ye clasped her narrow waist and back, lifted the person up, let her step on his upper, looked at her eyes deeper into her eyes, and asked for a long time, "Yaoyao, do you want it too?"

Yu Yao was stunned: "What do you want?"

He pursed his lips, turned his eyes away, pressed against her forehead, and whispered: "...child."

Yu Yao slowed down her breathing, adjusted her tone at an angle that he couldn't see, and then rubbed her short hair and laughed: "Stop making trouble, I've told you a long time ago that I don't want to. What's the point of having a child? With hard work, it hurts, both troubles and troubles, and it also affects our lives."

"Don't just think about it just because of your age," she said firmly, "I just want to live a simple life with you."

Rong Ye's stiff back seemed to be saved in her words. He slowly relaxed, his furrows stretched out, and pressed her tighter into his arms: "Well, I don't like it, don't."

Yu Yao can no longer tell whether she feels more distressed or relieved.

For a long time after marriage, the children became a threat hanging over Aye's head.

At first she didn't realize it, and she had been embarrassed to wait for pregnancy. When she saw other children often pulling him to tease her, she realized that every time she treated the child enthusiastically, he would stand behind her, with uneasiness and hostility in her eyes.

She is the warm nest he has come to after a lot of hardships.

So small and so precious, he can only accommodate one.

No one can do more.
To be continued...