Chapter 962

The day's work is finally over.

Feng Qingyan looked not far away, in the direction of Beiming Yue's car.

A complex emotion flashed at the bottom of her eyes. Beiming Yue actually stayed with her on the set for several days in a row.

Although he was worried that she would run away, she would have no choice if he had a tough attitude, didn't accompany her to the set and imprisoned her around him.

But Beiming Yue didn't do that. Instead, he asked her to do what she wanted to do. He would rather stay with her on the set every day.

Feng Qingyan's heart seemed to be lightly hit by something, trembling and sad.

"Yan Qing, why are you still standing? It's over!" When someone saw her standing still, he reminded her.

Feng Qing's face recovered: "well, I know."

Not far away, the woman who played the hostess gave her a disdainful glance and then got on her RV.

After the play, the bitch won't want to hang around in this circle any more.

Feng Qingyan walked to the car of the North Ming Yue.

After getting on the bus, Feng Qingyan whispered, "go back."

The car moved slowly forward.

Feng Qingyan said again, "the North Ming Yue."

Beiming looks at her sideways: "what's the matter?"

Feng Qingyan raised his eyes: "the play will be finished tomorrow, and my work is over. Everyone will go to the green banquet in the evening."

"You want to go?" Beiming asked.

Feng Qingyan nodded: "HMM."

Beiming Yue: "no!"

The tone is overbearing and can not be refused!

Feng Qingyan: "......"

She was probably out of her mind. Just now she thought that Beiming would directly agree.

Beiming Yue said again, "what's good to get together with those people? It's just eating and drinking!"

Feng Qingyan doesn't want to talk at all!

After returning to the hotel, Beiming Yue and Feng Qingyan returned to the upstairs suite.

Rong ye took them to the gate of the hotel and left.

Feng Qingyan looked at the distant car shadow and wondered, "what's wrong with Rong ye?"

The North hell is more and more glaring at him: "why do you care about him?"

Feng Qingyan: "I just ask casually."

After returning to the room, Beiming Yue went to the wine cabinet to select a bottle of red wine and put it on the table.

Because he often drinks, Feng Qingyan doesn't care and turns around and goes upstairs.

It will be finished tomorrow. The day after tomorrow, they will leave the film and television base and return to the capital. She can't see the baby for the time being.

Feng Qingyan is confused. She suddenly wants to tell Beiming Yue Baobao that she is his son.

But I'm worried He couldn't accept it.

Feng Qingyan spent a long time on the sofa in his room before he realized that Beiming Yue hadn't followed him.

She immediately got up and left the room.

Downstairs, Rong Ye is sorting things out.

Feng Qingyan asked, "Rong ye, where is your sect leader?"

Rong Ye pointed to the direction of the restaurant and replied, "Miss Feng, the door owner is in the kitchen."

Hearing the speech, Feng Qingyan was suddenly stunned, as if he had heard the wrong thing, and asked again, "what did you say?"

"Kitchen." Rong Ye chuckled: "he is cooking for you."

Cook!!!

Feng Qingyan: "... Are you... Are you sure you are talking about your sect leader?"

This is really incredible. It's easy to laugh and say, "you'll know if you go and have a look."

Feng Qingyan walked towards the restaurant in disbelief.

Across the long dining table is the private kitchen.

When they don't eat out and order meals, Beiming Yue will find a private custom cook to cook.

But how did Beiming Yue do it himself today?

Walking to the kitchen door, Feng Qingyan looked at the man's irascible side face and asked: "Beiming Yue, are you... Are you ok?"

Hearing the speech, a trace of embarrassment flashed across Beiming Yuejun's face. He pursed his lips and didn't say anything. He hung his eyes and didn't look at her.