Mr. Lu, stop flirting. Miss Ning refuses to marry you.

The one Ning Siyu was thinking about was the boy from before, who later stole the company's data

"What's wrong?" Mao Maoyu saw that she was in a daze and asked worriedly, "You must be hurt by the fall just now. You can't touch water for the next few days. Otherwise, I will follow you and be your life assistant. Without Lily here, you will not be able to handle it by yourself."

"I'm not made of paper." Ning Siyu laughed. "I'm not that fragile. The children are all very well behaved and won't cause me much trouble."

Sura looked at the three little guys running around wildly on the bed over there, feathers flying everywhere and pillows scattered everywhere, and he fell into a rare silence.

"I'm telling you, Siyu, you're the president's wife! You can't be so gentle, you have to be a little more domineering, otherwise these ignorant people will think you're easy to bully!" Jia Jia said earnestly, "Although you and President Lu haven't married yet, you have his children! Three at that! Don't you know how precious children are to wealthy families nowadays?"

Ning Siyu smiled and shook her head, "Let it be. He has to take some practical actions."

Su Luo nodded thoughtfully, "I think our CEO is very handsome tonight. The moment he appeared, my eyes filled with tears! This is a real man!"

Jia Jia and Maomao nodded in unison. "As expected of the heir of Lu's Group, he's so damn handsome! He defeated the other party with just one sentence. Tsk tsk tsk tsk. I also want a CEO to love me."

Ning Siyu silently took a sip of the drink, her eyes rolling around.

Ning Yihuan ran over barefoot. Fortunately, the carpet was laid, so her feet wouldn't get cold even without shoes or socks. "My brothers broke all the pillows, and feathers are flying everywhere. They are really too much!"

Ning Siyu turned around and saw that the bed had become a feather battlefield, but Ning Lele and Ning Kexin were still having a lot of fun. The fluttering feathers did not affect their enthusiasm for playing.

Ning Siyu held her forehead with her hand in pain and ordered room service to clean the room. Now she just let them have enough fun.

After a while, someone knocked on the door. Ning Siyu thought it was the waiter, but when she opened the door, she found it was Damei, who came to see them about the script and tomorrow's filming.

They will stay here for a week, so the schedule is still a bit tight. Although the costumes and props are ready, some arrangements still need to be improved, including the hair accessories and clothes after the time travel.

Ning Siyu thought about it, then took the children to Damei and their room. The waiter could just clean the room later.

Unexpectedly, when we got there, the girls from the costume team were busy preparing clothes, with slightly haggard faces. Various swords, weapons and kitchen utensils from the props team were also piled up in the room, making it look a little crowded.

In the corner, Zhuoyu was writing and drawing on the script seriously, sometimes pausing as if he was thinking about something.

The clothes I was wearing were still there and were a little wrinkled.

For some reason, Sura saw him among a crowd of people and things as soon as she entered the room. She was afraid that others would notice her gaze, so she turned away unconsciously.

I secretly glanced at Ning Siyu and the others, and there was nothing unusual. Fortunately, they were not discovered.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhuoyu on the other side heard the noise and suddenly looked over, and his eyes met Sura's. His heart tightened, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his face turned red.

I don't know what he was thinking about, he was a little reserved, and when he greeted a few people, it seemed like the corners of his mouth were twitching, which didn't seem very natural.

But he felt that standing like this was too casual, so he quickly stood up straight.

Damei looked at him, unable to stand or sit, and frowned slightly. What happened to Zhuoyu tonight? It was as if there was a thorn in his body, twisting and turning like a cartilage worm.

Everyone could hear clearly from the video what happened tonight. Ning Yihuan called President Lu "Dad". Now that Ning Siyu came over, everyone thought it was the president's wife who came to inspect the work, and they worked even harder.

Damei called them over and asked Zhuoyu to rehearse his scenes with Sura. Unexpectedly, he stuttered when delivering his lines, and his eyes kept wandering around, looking here and there. He didn't dare to look at Sura who was acting opposite him.

Ning Siyu felt depressed and her brows were knotted when she saw this.

"Zhuoyu, you can't do this. We have to shoot this scene tomorrow. I saw that you recited your lines very well just now. Why are you stuttering now?" Ning Siyu asked truthfully, "Are you too nervous?"

Zhuoyu scratched his head and nodded. The script in his hand suddenly fell to the ground. Just as he was about to pick it up, Sura picked it up for him.

"Thank you, thank you." Even without saying any lines, Zhuoyu still stuttered.

Da Mei rubbed her eyes with a headache. This generation of artists is really difficult to coach.

"How are we going to shoot tomorrow if you do this? It'll affect the progress!" Damei couldn't help but blame.

She has always been very strict with artists and would scold everyone when she was angry. However, her temper has been somewhat restrained in the past two years.

The staff present all pricked up their ears to listen, but did not dare to stop what they were doing.

Ning Siyu calmed Damei down and then consoled Zhuoyu. Filming is a stressful thing and it is inevitable to make mistakes in lines occasionally.

Damei's emotions gradually calmed down. She looked at the children, who were also running around non-stop, as if they had endless energy.

Ning Siyu only asked them not to hurt themselves or others, and not to disturb others' work, and then she felt at ease to continue to review the script and lines with them.

Unexpectedly, Zhuoyu still stuttered when he spoke his lines. Damei was so anxious that she almost twisted him. Fortunately, Ning Siyu stopped her. This is not allowed to abuse an artist!

At this time, the door opened. Damei went to open the door cursing. When she saw the person standing at the door, she gasped.

"Mr. Lu, why are you here?" She invited him in timidly.

Lu Jincheng saw Ning Siyu at first sight. She was very hardworking and worked very hard, which made him feel distressed. But it was precisely because of this that she looked radiant and eye-catching that she immediately captured his heart.

Her long hair was spread over her back, fluttering as she moved, sometimes revealing a small section of her fair and slender neck. The ends of her hair seemed to scratch his heart, causing a slight itch.

He clenched his hand in his pocket into a fist, then slowly unclenched it, and walked to her side in a few steps.

"Why are you here?" Ning Siyu was confused for a moment when she saw him behind her.

"It's so late and you are still preparing for tomorrow's shooting. I decided to reward you all. The ordered meal will arrive soon." Lu Jincheng said.

When everyone heard this, they were ecstatic. Mr. Lu was indeed wealthy and there were benefits to working with him. Of course, they should also thank Ning Siyu and let everyone benefit from it.

"Thank you, President, and thank you, Madam President!" They had already started teasing the two of them in a playful manner, but Lu Jincheng didn't mind at all and felt very happy.

"What nonsense!" Ning Siyu scolded the people who were giggling and lowered her head. She really should change her habit of blushing easily!