Snowy Night Kiss

Chapter 170 Lin Qingruan x Mo Yucheng: There won’t be any men hiding at home, right?
Before leaving, Lin Xing suddenly asked, "Sister Qing Ruan, do you want to call Mr. Mo?"

Lin Qingruan was stunned for a moment. She had been in Yunnan for more than a month to film a movie. She had been in contact with Mo Yucheng, but not often.

It's thousands of kilometers away, we can't let him run all the way here.

She shook her head and her smile faded.

"It's better not to disturb him on a day like this."

At night, all the lights in the crew were turned off. Lin Qingruan returned to her small room and locked the iron gate of the compound. She turned on a lamp beside the bed and planned to read the script all night.

At nine o'clock, Zhao Meihua called her.

Lin Qingruan smiled and said, "Aunt, Happy New Year."

"Don't worry about me. I'm here with the crew to celebrate the New Year. It's so lively when we sit together and have hotpot."

After speaking a few words on the phone, she hung up. It was Zhao Meihua's doorbell that rang. The bustling sound of visiting relatives and friends drifted over. Lin Qingruan smiled and hung up the phone silently. The word "bustling" has never belonged to her.

I have to say that the screenwriter is very good at fitting in with current market hotspots, with the elements of a bloody love triangle, a wife-chasing crematorium and an affectionate second male lead. She plays a dancer who is aloof and yet pitiful in troubled times. Huang Rong said that there are very few actresses with a cold personality in the market now, and she can find a new way to stand out.

The old lady asked slowly, "Oh? Which girl is that?"

Who knew his eldest brother suddenly spoke up, his tone very serious, "I have something to announce to everyone."

This dance, this play of life, should be danced for yourself.

In line with the definition of a romantic drama, the dancer came to a foreign land alone and was unexpectedly rejected. At the turning point of fate, she met another person, which led to a complicated love triangle. The end of the story was a happy ending as Huang Rong said.

She is a famous movie star in the entertainment industry. She hasn't had much of an atmosphere in the more than ten years since her debut, and she climbed up from playing supporting roles in Hengdian.

The script unfolded before her eyes, but the ending of the story had another direction. She couldn't imagine the face of the affectionate second male lead, but she told herself more than once in her heart that she should never give up her career for a man.

On this day, she finally saw the end of the story.

Mrs. Qian suddenly stood up, her face full of anger, but she had to force a smile and said to the old lady, "You are not worthy of being a real mother. Ah Zheng is just a kid, he is just a third-rate star, how can he be worthy of entering our house."

Mo Yuzheng paused, his voice a little lower than at the beginning, but still firm.

Mo Yuzheng shook off his mother's hand and said fearlessly, "I'm getting married."

Mrs. Qian, who was sitting on his right, noticed something, gave him a warning glance, and reached under the table to twist his arm.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Mo Yucheng ended the dinner at home.

The elderly in the family were old and couldn't bear it any longer, nor did they want to restrict the younger generation, so they said a few words and decided to leave.

"My name is Jiang Qingdai."

If Lin Qingruan were present at this moment, she would definitely be able to tell everyone present the origins of Jiang Qingdai in detail.

Lin Qingruan closed her eyes and immersed herself in the dancer's life.

As soon as Mo Yuzheng said this, the whole room fell silent.

"So she's an opera singer." The old lady frowned and said, "Our Mohist school has been a hundred-year-old school, with generations of scholars. I won't stop you from marrying, but you can't dirty the door lintel of our family. If you want to marry, get out."

Mo Yuzheng had a bad temper. He pushed the chair away and walked out without looking back.

The New Year's Eve dinner was not pleasant, and many people left the table. Mo Yucheng sat in the distance, propped up by his arms, and watched the show. Mrs. Qian, who had just taken a step forward, turned her head to look at him, and vented her anger on him. "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. You illegitimate child who is not allowed to see the light of day, don't even think about taking a piece of the family property."

Mo Yucheng stood up, smiling endlessly, "I can't resist if I don't grab it. Someone just brought it to me."

"Don't think I don't know that you have a mistress outside. Will you be able to get away with it if you tell the old lady about it?"

"But I am much more sober than my brother."

Mo Yucheng smiled lazily, pulled out the chair in front of him and walked out. The family reunion scene was over at this time. He hurried to the next scene with the car keys in hand, but he couldn't help but pause on the way, and his mind would linger on a certain name.

"You little heartless one."

Mo Yucheng snorted and stopped the car on the side of the road. He made a phone call, but the call didn't go through.

Yes, it’s the middle of the night, who can be on call for him 24 hours a day?

After waiting for a while, Mo Yucheng dialed another number. Young girls have the habit of staying up all night to celebrate the New Year. After midnight, the phone was still connected without any problems. The first sentence she said was very cheerful, "Mr. Mo, Happy New Year."

Mo Yucheng said: "Happy New Year. I'll ask the finance department to give you a red envelope tomorrow."

Before he could even open his mouth to ask, Lin Xing had already given him the answer he wanted.

"You're looking for Sister Qing Ruan. She didn't go home for the New Year and stayed with the crew."

Is it worth staying in the wilderness?
Mo Yucheng frowned, then smiled with an ambiguous meaning. He looked up at the lights of the thousands of houses outside the house, and it turned out that there were people who didn't have a single light like him.

The air in the mountains is always fresh. Before seven in the morning, there were already sounds of birds chirping outside the house. When she opened the window and let in the cold air, Lin Qingruan shuddered subconsciously. She looked back and realized that the power had been cut off at some point, and the only poor heating device in the room had stopped working.

She stayed up late reading a script on New Year's Eve and accidentally fell asleep. When she woke up, she went to the town at the foot of the mountain to attend the first day of the new year market. She bought two fresh crucian carps and went home to make soup. Her life alone was quite lively.

The crew couldn't resume work until the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, so Lin Qingruan took advantage of this break to practice a dance segment from the play.

That night she closed the outermost iron gate as usual. A few days ago, an old man from the countryside said that it was not safe for a little girl like her to live there, so he brought a big yellow-brown dog and tied it to her door. Not to mention others, even Lin Qingruan herself was frightened when she approached.

When she entered the room, she heard bursts of dogs barking outside. Lin Qingruan didn't take it seriously at first. She sat cross-legged on the bed and recited the script silently.

Later, she was awakened by the sound of a car horn outside the window.

"Lin Qingruan, what do you mean by tying the dog outside the door?"

Hearing the angry voice, Lin Qingruan was stunned for a while, found the slippers that were kicked under the bed, and hurried to the door.

The car window was rolled down halfway, revealing Mo Yucheng's wicked and heroic face. He leaned over and blew a breath, his tone ambiguous, "You came here without saying hello, so there won't be a man hiding in your house, right?"

Lin Qingruan glared at him unhappily. The courtyard was not big and the door was wide open, just enough for one car to pass through.

It was already very late at night, there was no light on either side of the road, and the two headlights in front of the car illuminated her straight and tall waist.

He had lost a lot of weight, and looked as light as a reed standing in the wind.

Mo Yucheng parked the car and waved to her. With her warmth and softness in his arms, his depressed mood was relieved a lot.

He lowered his head and bit the tiny earlobe.

Lin Qingruan screamed and subconsciously arched her back.