Zhang Weimo returned home, threw the keys on the table in the entrance hall, then sat on the sofa as if he had lost his soul, touched his heart, and said to himself: "Why is my heart pounding?"

"Oh, what am I thinking!" She suddenly pulled up her hair, which instantly turned into a chicken coop, as if to remind herself to wake up and numb herself so that she could not be moved by him, otherwise she would be in an abyss.

"What did I just do?" Of course Wen Yiran didn't know why he did what he did. He leaned on the sofa in the hotel, resting his head on his hands, as if there were many things in his eyes.

"I didn't scare you tonight, did I?" He plucked up the courage to send her a WeChat message. After sending it, he threw the phone on the bed as if it was hot and went to take a shower. He seemed to be looking forward to something from her.

Special response.

Zhang Weimo replied almost instantly: "It's okay." The phone rang on the bed, and the sound of the shower came from the bathroom.

He was wearing a bathrobe and was wiping his hair with a towel. His hair was still wet, and he looked almost stunning even without makeup. He picked up the phone and found that she had texted him back, and his cold look softened instantly.

Feeling like that, he smiled slightly and replied: Then have a good rest.

He carefully sent her a message, but these words could no longer express his feelings.

"Ah, you too."

After seeing her reply, he went to bed contentedly and had to get up early tomorrow to prepare for the next day's shooting.

Wen Yiran got up early and changed into a pure white T-shirt. When he got off the hotel, fans suddenly came up to him and startled him because no fans seemed to know where he lived yesterday. He wrinkled under his sunglasses.

He frowned, but still put on a professional smile. He was already used to the cheers and the sound of shutters.

"Good morning!" Perhaps because he slept so well last night, he greeted the studio staff energetically, then walked skillfully into the artist's dressing room, sat in front of the mirror and waited for his makeup and hair.

"Brother Kai, I'm not used to living in a hotel. Can I quit and rent an apartment?" After the agent entered the dressing room, he quietly gave him his opinion.

"Why? Aren't you living well? Besides, you are the spokesperson of Chen Mo Hotel!"

He explained: "I want to successfully complete my first leading male role. There are too many fans squatting downstairs in the hotel. I have to film for several months, so I am afraid that I will be affected."

"The assistants and the others should still stay in the hotel. I can just rent a room by myself. They can just wait for me on the set when work starts. After I finish work, I will return to the apartment carefully. I can also handle the renting of the apartment myself."

"Hmm... Well, don't try to trick me anymore!" The manager agreed with him in an almost coaxing tone.

He smiled broadly and did not hide it when putting on makeup, as if a child had received a piece of candy.

Today is the first day of school. Zhang Weimo has also resumed his life of clocking in and clocking in at work, and a busy day has begun.

Yang Yining happened to walk into the classroom office with Zhang Weimo. She put her arm on Zhang Weimo's shoulder and said happily: "Hello, everyone, I haven't seen you for two months. I miss you so much!"

Imitating Feng Gong's tone.

After class, Zhang Weimo was followed by a cute student. She handed out a beautiful shell: "Teacher, this is the shell I brought from the beach during the summer vacation. I give it to you."

Ever since he became a teacher, he would always receive strange gifts from his classmates, which contained the love of the students, and she would always accept them happily, imitating their tone and making a cute sound:
Chapter completed!