Coming of the Villain Boss! - Chapter 1351
Chapter 1351: Walking In The Backlight (27)
The first rays of the morning sun broke through the sky.
The electronic clock at the bedside jumped to six o’clock.
Liang Che woke up automatically, and he stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.
A moment later, he felt something was wrong.
Last night…
Wasn’t he sleeping on the coach?
But the ceiling seemed to be in his room?
And…
A delayed feeling of touch attacked his mind.
The delicate skin, soft body, and the warmth from her so close body…
Liang Che: “…”
He swallowed with a little bit of difficulty, then lowered his head to look at the person in his arms.
Her head was buried in his chest, revealing only half of her beautiful profile. In the morning light, he could see the fine hairs on her face.
Liang Che’s throat was dry.
He carefully moved aside Ming Shu’s hand which was on his waist, then tried to draw back his arm.
“Liang Che…”
Liang Che’s movements froze.
“Why are you moving around in the early morning?” Ming Shu pulled his arm back. “Don’t move.”
Liang Che: “…”
She called his name. Liang Che sighed, accepted his fate and held her tighter, lying still and tracing the patterns on the ceiling with his eyes.
At half past six…
Ming Shu sat up, dazed, but wasn’t upright for two seconds before she fell down again. “Young brother, I’m so hungry.”
“I… just ordered some breakfast, it’ll be delivered soon,” Liang Che said. “Put on your clothes first.”
Ming Shu lay on his body, her eyes hazy.
“Young brother…”
Listening to her vague voice, Liang Che felt numb and feeble all over. His skin where it touched hers seemed to be burning all the way down to his core.
Ming Shu seemed to sense that. She moved her body aside a bit, but leaned over and pressed against him again a moment later.
Liang Che heard the breath leave his body.
Before he had time to push her aside, she kissed his lips.
Liang Che and Ming Shu had lived together for so long, but he didn’t cross this line on his own initiative. It could be deferred that he didn’t value this aspect of things very much.
But now Ming Shu pressed him onto the bed and kissed him in this way.
There seemed to be a string snapping in his brain.
The phone rang abruptly.
Ming Shu stopped and searched for the phone.
“Good morning, this is your breakfast…”
Ming Shu hung up the phone, propped herself up, and looked at Liang Che. There was a faint smile at her mouth. “We’ll continue next time.”
Then she got off the bed and went to get breakfast.
Liang Che: “…”
He shouldn’t have ordered breakfast.
…
Mumu came with big and small bags the next day. Liang Che and Ming Shu were both not at home, so Mother Wen opened the door for her.
After she had cooked a table of food, Ming Shu came back.
“Where’s Brother Liang Che?”
“Went to work,” Ming Shu answered. “Why do you call him brother?”
“Well…” Mumu hesitated innocently. “What should I call him then?”
“Liang Che.”
“Wouldn’t that be a little impolite?”
“Will you call anyone brother?”
“…I call those who are good-looking brothers.”
“I didn’t see that you are a face-obsessed girl, how deeply you hide, young lady!”
Mumu smiled broadly. “Everyone loves beauty. I know, Sister Wen Di, you are jealous, I won’t call him brother then.”
She gave Ming Shu a naughty wink, then walked quickly into the kitchen. The meal was ready.
“Little Di, if you have things to do, just go to work. You don’t have to take care of me.”
At the table, Mother Wen took food to Ming Shu guiltily.
“I’m not busy. There isn’t much work to do recently.”
“Good, it’s good for you to have more rest. It’s no use making that much money, health does matter.” Mother Wen helped bring more food to Ming Shu’s plate. “You should eat more, and you, Mumu. You are all too thin.”
“Thank you, aunt,” Mumu replied hurriedly.
“I should thank you. You came and cooked for me specially.” This young girl was sweet and vivacious. She liked her very much.
She wondered how her daughter had met such a friend.
“It’s nothing. I don’t have lots of things to do, anyway. I came here, and Sister Wen Di could teach me a lot.”
Mother Wen laughed and enjoyed talking with Mumu, as if she had forgotten those annoyances.
“Oh, right, doesn’t Liang Che, that kid, come back and have lunch?”
“No, he’s busy today.” Ming Shu spared her eating time to answer. “I’ll send some to him later.”
“Okay. You should eat quicker then, don’t make him starve.”
“…” Who is your real kid here now!
“If you are in a loving relationship, you should be serious, don’t hurt his feelings.”
“…” Who is your real kid here now!
After lunch, Ming Shu packed the food Mumu had saved in a meal box and prepared to go.
As she walked to the door, Ming Shu pulled out two scripts from the file packet she carried and handed them to Mumu. “Read these two scripts.”
Scr… script…
Suddenly she felt the papers in her hand were so heavy.
“Sister Wen Di, this…”
“You cook well, and Sister will help you fly.”
“…”
…
At Reaching The Moon Studio…
Ming Shu swaggered and appeared outside the Reaching The Moon Studio without any disguise. When the passersby recognized her, she even gave them a gentle smile.
She wasn’t afraid of being surrounded at all.
Perhaps she’d behaved way too liberally, the passersby were instead a little timid and didn’t dare to approach.
Ming Shu stood at the Reaching The Moon Studio’s door.
“I’ll go tomorrow, it’s too late today…”
The door was pulled open. The person coming out was faced with Ming Shu’s smiling face and forgot the following words immediately…
“Wen… Wen Di…”
“We meet again.”
The paparazzo uttered a hollow laugh.
He swallowed and asked carefully, “Are you here for Brother Liang?”
No one in the studio didn’t know now that their Brother Liang was kept by Wen Di.
But even after so long had passed, Wen Di never came here.
Brother Liang still came to work as usual and they couldn’t tell anything from him.
“Yes.”
“I’ll lead the way.” The paparazzo let Ming Shu in. The staff members in the studio looked over consecutively.
Wen Di was actually here in the studio?!
Impressive, Brother Liang!
He coaxed his “sugar mama” so well!
If they released this news… Brother Liang would probably beat them to death.
The paparazzo took Ming Shu to the office door.
Ming Shu knocked. Liang Che was writing something and asked in an extremely cold tone, “What’s the matter?”
“Young brother.”
Liang Che paused and raised his head, looking over.
He put down his pen. “What are you doing here?”
Ming Shu went around the desk and put the meal box in front of him. “Here, your mother-in-law asked me to bring you lunch.”
Liang Che: “…”
My mother-in-law asked you to so you came?
Why couldn’t it be you who wanted to come yourself?
“You came out like this again?” Liang Che rested his eyes on her fair face. “I’ve told you last time, you should at least wear a mask when you are out.”
It was impossible to require her to disguise herself the way other stars did.
And he should be thankful that she hadn’t prepared herself a red carpet and walked on it.
“Shouldn’t pretty people be appreciated by others?”
“You are a famous star…”
“So what?”
I’m not a human?
Who said that artists must wear masks when they were out?
Who!
“Will you eat this or not? If not, I can help you.”
Liang Che: “…”
If this was a TV drama, the audience must curse her.
Liang Che sighed and pulled her to the sofa at the side.
The food smelled good, but the beauty was more delicious.
Liang Che thought of this morning and was a little upset, so he kissed Ming Shu hard for a long while.
