14: Yes, Madam
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In recent years, Suzhou's economy had developed vigorously, which could be easily seen from the number of cars parked on both sides of the roads and streets.
Sitting in her girlfriend's little BMW with the window slightly open, the June morning sun in Suzhou wasn't harsh, warming her body comfortably. Combined with the occasional honking sounds on the road, to Su Mo who wasn't rushing to work or school, it felt quite pleasant.
Lin Muyao's destination was located in Suzhou's suburbs, a place called Sushan Film City.
The distance wasn't far either—the navigation showed only a 30-minute journey.
As a dia major student, although Su Mo's specialty was broadcasting and hosting, which seed unrelated to the entertainnt industry, she wasn't unfamiliar with Sushan Film City.
After all, Sushan Film City occasionally ca to the dia departnt to post tasks that any dia student could accept.
More importantly, Su University's dia departnt, unlike other majors with 'class hour' attendance requirents, followed this motto: Practice trumps everything.
Under this maxim, the dia departnt had an unwritten rule: as long as you could participate in film crews or practical part-ti work, you could substitute class ti with work certificates.
Under this stimulating treaty, Su Mo, like many dia students, had quite a few opportunities to interact with Sushan Film City.
After all, from every perspective, filming was much more fun than attending classes. Not to ntion that Sushan Film City provided boxed lunches for extras at noon and 100 yuan daily rewards, which for university students who didn't need to support families was practically earning money while having fun.
However, in the past when coming to 'Sushan Film City,' Su Mo always took bus route 384. But riding her girlfriend's private car was a first.
Sushan Film City, as Suzhou's largest filming base, had quite a large area with various filming locations including ancient style, urban, cultivation, war thes, etc.
In the past, Su Mo most frequently went to the war zone. Due to her unremarkable height, she often played little devils who died in less than a second or minor villain sidekicks who got 'casually' slapped away by protagonists in ancient dramas.
As for the urban drama Lin Muyao was filming, this was Su Mo's first exposure.
After entering the park, the car gradually slowed down. After driving into the urban area, Lin Muyao found a parking spot and stopped.
But before the car had fully stopped, Su Mo in the passenger seat saw a 180cm tall male with styled hair, wearing a well-fitted suit jacket and earrings—an extrely refined and handso young man walking toward them.
As this man approached, Lin Muyao's cool face faintly showed a trace of disgust.
This person was nad Fan Hefeng, the third-tier pretty boy senior who had been shalessly pursuing her recently. Although his appearance was impeccable and his body had been professionally trained and sculpted without any flaws, his private life was that of a playboy. Just from what Lin Muyao knew, he had already slept with at least three girls, even managing multiple relationships simultaneously—he could be called a master of playing the field.
Now feeling his oily, turbid gaze directed at her again, although very disgusted, Lin Muyao didn't lower her head to avoid eye contact as usual. Instead, she t Fan Hefeng's gaze. Then, under his watch, she turned slightly toward Su Mo and said:
"Darling, this is my 'senior.' Now it's ti for you to perform well!"
Fan Hefeng, who had been 'aggressively' pursuing her recently, was originally very excited seeing Lin Muyao's car arrive. After all, as the old saying goes, persistent pursuit wins the beauty.
He had been pursuing Lin Muyao for so long and had already gained the upper hand in public opinion.
Seeing Lin Muyao speak to the person in the passenger seat, Fan Hefeng beca even more excited.
As Lin Muyao's best friend, although An Xiaoqian didn't understand acting, as an artist she occasionally accompanied Lin Muyao to the set to pass ti.
Facing An Xiaoqian, this pure-looking legal loli with large assets who seed not very smart and easy to deceive, Fan Hefeng, as a scumbag who enjoyed toying with different types, was naturally attracted.
He even had polluted thoughts about playing with both friends.
However, his excitent gradually dissipated as he got closer to the vehicle and saw clearly that sitting in the passenger seat wasn't a soft, cute little loli but Su Mo with a serious expression and cold deanor.
Recalling Lin Muyao's excuse about a fictitious 'boyfriend' from a few days ago, now seeing Su Mo in the passenger seat, Fan Hefeng's face darkened like he had swallowed a fly, and his gaze toward Su Mo carried undisguised resentnt.
However, after seeing Su Mo's unimpressive physique, a sche ca to mind, quickly restoring his neighborly big brother elegance.
Monts later, after the three got out of the car, Lin Muyao began enthusiastic introductions.
"Senior Fan, this is my boyfriend, Su Mo."
"Su Mo, this is Senior Fan who has been very 'caring' toward in the crew."
As Su University's campus belle and a performance major student, even though Lin Muyao greatly disliked Fan Hefeng, she still politely introduced them with feigned familiarity.
While speaking, Lin Muyao gently held Su Mo's right hand with her left, her body naturally moving closer to Su Mo, silently demonstrating their affection.
Lin Muyao had originally thought that after introducing Su Mo, the scumbag Fan Hefeng would at least retreat gracefully out of respect for her boyfriend's presence.
But unexpectedly, the next mont, Fan Hefeng extended his right hand toward Su Mo.
"Junior Su Mo, right? I'm a 2019 graduate senior. I didn't expect to et you through Muyao—what a coincidence. If you have any questions about acting in the future, we can discuss them together."
Fan Hefeng's tone was very gentle, warm like a neighborly big brother.
His right hand was large with distinct knuckles, more than twice the size of Su Mo's hand. Perhaps due to regular exercise, veins were visible wrapping around it. Just looking at it, one could feel its strength.
Looking at this large hand, Su Mo silently rembered Wu Di from her dorm, who enjoyed working out. Whenever dorm leader Lin Kun screwed him over in gas, he would shake hands 'enthusiastically,' and then wails would echo through the dorm.
Now, whether it was Su Mo's imagination or not, she had a premonition that shaking hands wouldn't end well.
However, looking at this extended hand, Su Mo montarily had no reason to refuse.
After all, if she refused Fan Hefeng now, Lin Muyao would have to bear the consequences!
Just as Su Mo reluctantly extended her pale, delicate hand that looked overly fragile compared to Fan Hefeng's, an exaggerated softness completely engulfed Su Mo's extended arm. Then a faint milky fragrance attacked from the left side. Before Su Mo could react to what was happening, a crisp loli voice rang out beside her.
"Ah, Junior Su Mo, it looks like they're starting to film over there. Let's go watch quickly."
While speaking, An Xiaoqian completely ignored Fan Hefeng, who was showing a sunny, cheerful big boy smile, and hugged Su Mo's arm tightly while running toward the commotion.
Leaving Fan Hefeng alone in the wind, still maintaining his handshake posture.
Watching Su Mo gradually disappearing in the distance, left arm tightly hugged by the sweet loli, right hand holding Lin Muyao's—the beautiful scene of being embraced by both friends that he had dread of.
Fan Hefeng, whose handshake failed and who was ignored, gradually lost his smile. His extended left hand showed protruding veins, making loud cracking sounds when he clenched his fist.
Su Mo, is it!
Fine, I rember you!
Just as Fan Hefeng silently watched the three people, displaying angry masculine energy, a high-end business car quietly passed by.
A 236-kilogram middle-aged woman sitting in the car saw Fan Hefeng's masculine display and her eyes imdiately lit up with excitent. She said excitedly to the frail driver:
"Ah Qiang, within today, I want all information on this person."
The driver called Ah Qiang, upon hearing this, looked at Fan Hefeng with eyes that flashed with pity for a mont, but this pity quickly turned to relief.
As the saying goes: better a dead friend than a poor one.
"Yes, madam!"
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