Wealthy flash marriage: Mysterious husband doesn’t meet

Because Jiang Mo turned her head in time to avoid it, the kiss finally only landed on her ear.

"Why can't I?" He still didn't get up, and kept rubbing her ears in this position, asking in a voice that only two people could hear, "Is it because of that person? Do you really like him?"

This line is back in the script.But Bian Hang's entire state was too depressing and heavy, and Jiang Mo's heart also tugged at him.

She didn't even dare to look back at him.

In fact, according to the script, she should have glared at him, condemned his behavior of talking about purdah at night, and then said fiercely that she loved her current husband, and stabbed him in the heart again.

However, she couldn't speak. Her red lips trembled for a long time, but she still couldn't utter a single syllable.

For this person who had known Nvying for more than ten years, witnessed everything Nvying had, and was cruelly abandoned by her in the end, she couldn't bear to say anything that hurt his heart.

She closed her eyes, and a tear fell from the corner of her eye.And Bian Hang was in a daze looking at the tears.

Lin Sheng suddenly stood up from his chair.

The knuckle of his index finger kept rubbing his chin - an action he did unconsciously when he was excited.

He always thought that this clip could be expressed in a better way, but after discussing with several screenwriters and trying several plans, he decided on the final scene, where Nv Ying played by Jiang Mo and Qiao played by Bian Hang City pulled through sharp rhetoric.However, now, the two of them used silence to present a better effect than verbal confrontation.

"Crack, pass!"

This was a major event, and everyone present was prepared to NG several times, but they didn’t expect that they would pass in just one.

Some people clapped, but the male and female protagonists on the prop bed remained motionless.

The assistant asked Lin Sheng if he wanted to call the two of them over. Lin Sheng shook his head: "Get out."

The people in the studio quickly dispersed.

But those two people didn't seem to notice.

Specifically, what was not noticed was that Jiang Mo was already in the drama, while Bian Hang had already pulled away.

He didn't want to move because this was a rare time for him and her to be alone, just like that snowy night three years ago.

She took him out of the theater's utility room and ran out of the window. They ran in the snow for a long time. When she couldn't run any further, she put her hands on her knees and gasped: "Okay, okay, rest." Take a break.”

At that time, everything was silent, and the only sound in Bian Hang's ears was her breathing.Rushing, chaotic, yet reassuring enough.

He looked at this person who was as beautiful as a painting and asked, "Who are you?"

"Me? I'm an actor."

He thought of the actors in his theater. There were many, but none of them were as beautiful as her, and none of them were as kind as her.Those people would only bully him, beat him and scold him, lock him in a dark house, and would not let him escape through the window.

"Then you must be the heroine."

"Yes." She smiled and nodded.

He blurted out at that time: "I will also be a leading actor in the future!"

"Okay." She patted his shoulder, "Future leading actor, let's go have dinner first, and then find a store to buy you some cotton clothes."

She held his wrist and entered a snack bar not far away.

She ordered two bowls of beef noodles. When they were served, he devoured them, but she ate them very slowly, almost counting the noodles.

And it wasn't his imagination, he felt like she was in pain while eating.

"You don't need to lose weight, you are already very thin." He thought that she, like the actresses in the theater, was afraid of getting fat so she didn't dare to eat.

She smiled at him, took another chopstick, chewed a few mouthfuls, then spat it out, then rushed outside and vomited everything she had just eaten.

"Are you sick?" he asked.

She smiled at him again: "No, it's just that I already had dinner tonight, so I can't eat anymore."

He finished his noodles and the rest of hers, not even a single pickle was left on the plate.

There was a very small clothing store not far away. She took him in and let him try on all the clothes in it. She said every piece of clothing looked good, and then she bought them all.

The two of them carried large and small bags and walked to the beach not far away.

In winter, on snowy nights and at the seaside, the coldness increases exponentially. The sea breeze blows on the face like a knife, and it is so cold that people can't open their mouths.

However, as if they had made an appointment, the two of them walked straight to the beach until the waves lapped at their feet.

The dark sea surface without moonlight is like a bottomless bloody mouth, which seems to be able to swallow everything.She stared blankly at the black in the distance, and seemed to be staring at something else through the black.

She kept looking at the sea, and Bian Hang kept looking at her.This was the heartiest meal he had eaten and the warmest new clothes he had ever bought since losing his parents.

After a long time, he moved his unconscious lips and asked tremblingly: "What are you looking at?"

Her voice was extremely calm: "Look at the moon."

He glanced at the dark sky: "But it's cloudy today."

She turned to look at him and smiled again: "You can see it even on cloudy days."

His brain was frozen at that time and he couldn't think too much.Using only the snow under his feet, he pinched an ugly crescent moon and gave it to her: "Here, I'll give you the moon."

She laughed loudly, said how ugly she was, and thanked him.She reciprocated the courtesy and made him a snowman. Bian Hang was even more speechless. This snowman of hers was really ugly.

As if she sensed his unspoken dislike, she said a little embarrassedly: "When it snows next time, I will give you a more beautiful one."

"Really?" he was excited.

"Of course, I'm good at building snowmen. I'm a master of art."

Bian Hang didn't care if she was a master or not, he focused all his attention on "next time".

But he didn't wait until next time.

Because the crew left the next day.

At that time, he didn't know what a "crew" was. He just thought it was the same as their theater, or a little more powerful than their theater. After all, their actors were very good-looking.

Until one time he saw a poster for "Nightwish" on a website.

Above it was a string of English letters that he couldn't understand, making the poster even more mysterious and noble.The woman in the center of the poster was so beautiful, so aloof, and beyond his reach.

Then he searched her name and found out her grades.

It turns out that the heroine and hero they were talking about are originally people from two different worlds.

But the two unrelated worlds eventually collided.

On the day he joined the group, he was so excited that he couldn't wait to see her, and told her at the same time: "Look, I have really become the leading actor."

But she didn't remember him at all.

And her world has her real hero.

The snowman, the male protagonist, the all-night chatting on snowy nights... it's all a dream.

Pulling away from the memories, looking at the person in front of her, she asked in a daze: "Have we met before?"

Her eyes are bright and clear, and she has obviously stepped out of her role as a heroine.

Only Nuying remembers every bit of her and Qiao Cheng's life, but Jiang Mo doesn't.After all, it was just an ordinary night for her.

She really had no reason to remember.

Bian Hang let go of her and got out of bed.

Standing up straight, he returned to the shadows and became silent.

"No." He said to her his first words outside of the script since joining the group, "We have never met."