The actor is my ex boyfriend

Chapter 32 032 Cheng Ke's Guitar

Back in the courtyard, Huo Shenshen went back to her room to bag the cleaned clothes and return them to Xu Dongyang, Cheng Ke had already left.

"Here you are, Mr. Xu. I've washed everything and put it here."

There are a few people coming and going in and out of the yard from time to time, the noise is not loud, and it is easy to be ignored.

Xu Dongyang stood in the corridor, looked at the overly fair and clean girl in front of him, his eyes moved slightly, "Okay."

"If there's nothing else to do, I'll go get busy."

"Wait a moment……"

Huo stopped in deep doubt, "Is there anything else?"

Xu Dongyang suddenly stopped talking.

He was silent for about ten seconds, scratching his hair with a smile, "No more. See you later."

"See you."

After Huo Shenshen left, Xu Dongyang wiped his clothes with tightly clenched hands.

Just now, I was about to say whether I can leave a contact information, but fortunately, I finally regained my senses, otherwise it would definitely be embarrassing.

Forget it, to her, it's just someone she just met, and she probably won't meet again in the future.

Xu Dongyang breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, and left the courtyard with his things.

"Who is that, Brother Cheng? Are you looking at him?" Xiao Ling moved to Cheng Ke with a cup.

From his position, he could just see the corner of where Xu Dongyang was standing just now, watching him and Huo Shenshen leave without saying a word in a daze.He had no impression of this person, but Cheng Ke was obviously watching.

Cheng Ke looked away, took the cup in his hand, "Didn't you see it too?"

"But I don't know him," Xiao Ling reacted quickly and guessed boldly, "But I see that he looks at the assistant director a little strangely, does he have any thoughts about the assistant director?"

Huo Shenshen's beauty is obvious to all, even in the entertainment circle full of beauties, he can be said to be the best.Moreover, his temperament is very unusual, and he looks very comfortable when he raises his hands and speaks and does things.

It's perfectly normal to attract attention.

After Xiao Ling finished guessing, Cheng Ke chuckled, "I don't know if he has any ideas, but I see that he is hesitant to speak and frustrated, and he probably has something to say."

"But why do you seem unresponsive?"

"How should I react to a man who is cowardly at the first meeting?"

You are right, Xiao Ling has nothing to say.

Cheng Ke turned around and entered the room, "Where did you put the things I asked you to take?"

"Oh, it's in the cabinet." Xiaoling opened the cabinet and took out the guitar bag inside, "Brother Cheng, what do you want a guitar for?"

He called someone to deliver it to Brother Cheng's apartment temporarily in the morning, and he just got it back not long ago.

Cheng Ke asked back with a half-smile, "What else can you say?"

"..."

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The task in the afternoon is to make zongzi, cook them well, save some for myself to eat at night, and give some to others when the bonfire party starts.

Because today is the last day of recording in Yuquan Ancient Town, the dinner and bonfire party must be advanced in advance, so that it is convenient for everyone to drive away after the end.

Nearly 05:30, dinner was over, and everyone packed up their things and went to the bonfire party.

It was just dark, and a large area was vacated at the entrance of the town. The bonfire in the middle had been set up, and many people came one after another soon.

After all the equipment was set up, Huo Shenshen stood near Cheng Ke with the cameraman.

In order to thank the people in the town for their help these days, every artist prepared a performance during the bonfire party.

They didn't know this in advance, so Huo Shenshen didn't know what Cheng Ke had prepared.

After all the other people's performances were over, she saw Xiao Ling running towards here with a guitar bag on his back.

As if anticipating what he was going to do, Huo Shenshen's eyes were glued to his body, and his eyes were brightened by the firelight.

Until Cheng Ke sat down not far from the bonfire, the strings were plucked, and a familiar tune sounded——

(End of this chapter)