Although Jiang Nuo didn’t directly say what illness he had, how could Mu Nan not be clear about it after all that was said?
He directly morized the script word for word. Also, he adjusted so unreasonable parts to make the plot flow more smoothly.
After several sleepless nights, the script was hurriedly revised and corrected once over.
Probably, except for those years after he graduated from college, he had never been this serious in his life, so painstakingly modifying soone else’s script without changing the storyline.
This left him no ti to bother the heavily pregnant Wei Baixiang. Damn it, who knew that woman was so hard to deal with?
She said she didn’t want to be with him, yet she was having his baby, about to give birth, but just wouldn’t acknowledge him as the father.
But right now, he had no ti...
Mu Nan directly called Wei Baixiang: "Wei Baixiang, I don’t care if you want to marry or not, but I’ve decided that you’re my wife for life. Alright, that’s it for now, I’ve got things to do. I might not be able to co to see you for a while, but I’ll arrange for a babysitter to visit. Call if there’s anything."
Then "snap," he hung up the phone and dashed out the door.
Jiang Nuo’s movie was too rushed, and he still needed to gather a group of people. This group not only had to keep secrets but also needed real skills; there was no room for slackers.
But Wei Baixiang, who got the call, was completely bewildered.
What the hell!
A while back, he was pestering nonstop, and now, just like that, he hangs up on ?
Hmph! He thinks he can just make marry him that easily, dream on.
Angrily hanging up, she tossed the pillow from the sofa onto the floor.
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Finally having given out all the glutinous rice gifts, Jiang Nuo breathed a sigh of relief.
"I didn’t notice it before, but now I realize, I’m probably the most generous superstar in the entertainnt industry." He said, leaning on Mu Qiuniang’s shoulder.
"Didn’t you give out more last ti?" Mu Qiuniang raised an eyebrow. Last ti, it seed she helped out too.
"Hehehe... So, wife, thanks for your hard work, let massage your shoulders to show my appreciation!" Jiang Nuo imdiately stood up, moved to the back of the sofa, and started massaging her shoulders.
Mu Qiuniang shook her head helplessly: "Mingyu said the Zhan Family called, asking when we’ll visit for New Year greetings and reminded us to bring Wanlian and Little Fish."
"It wasn’t that woman who called?" Jiang Nuo’s hand paused.
"No, it was Zhan Jingwen."
"She wouldn’t dare call." Jiang Nuo continued to massage.
"No matter what, she’s your mom."
"Since she’s my mom, shouldn’t she be on my side?" Jiang Nuo felt a bit indignant. Soone who had been without a mom for over twenty years finally had one, shouldn’t she stand by him?
"But, considering her position, so of her actions are understandable." Understandable, not agreeable.
"Hmph! I understand too, it’s just that thinking about it makes uncomfortable. No matter what, I’m her own son. It’s one thing if she doesn’t believe , but she’s always daydreaming about controlling my life. Does she want to make it up to , or is she just lacking soone to control? I think Yan Hao ended up the way he did, and she bears so responsibility."
Mu Qiuniang patted his hand, not saying anything.
"Luckily, she’s changed now, otherwise I really wouldn’t know how to face her in the future."
"It will get better in the future."
"Yeah! Wife, you’re still the best. If I hadn’t t you, I really don’t know what my life would be like."
"I’m also very lucky to have t you."
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