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I thought that after finishing this meal, I could embark on the path to finding a partner, but now that I think about it, being single isn't so bad.
"How about we just forget it...?"
Zhao Hanhang taught me not to judge people by their appearance, after all, Meng Sicong hasn't done anything bad to me yet.
If he really offends me, I can always dislike him then.
Just kidding, if he really dared to touch me, I wouldn't just dislike him; I'd call the police.
Fortunately, people in the entertainment industry are usually quite busy. After that meal, Meng Sicong flew off to another filming location. I heard he took on a major war drama where he plays a brutal Japanese officer.
He even sent me a makeup photo on WeChat, and I was genuinely taken aback by how stunning he looked.
"The look really suits you; it's almost lifelike."
I couldn't help but reply with a compliment, but unexpectedly, he didn't respond.
Being so petty, I'm glad I didn't agree to pursue a deeper relationship with him.
The name Meng Sicong was soon pushed out of my mind.
Two months later, while I was on a business trip, as soon as I placed my bag in the overhead compartment on the return flight and turned around, I noticed someone sitting next to me.
He looked up, and I felt completely unwell. I swear, next time I will definitely not buy a first-class ticket.
I forced myself to suppress my inner anxiety and greeted Meng Sicong, "Hi, what a coincidence! Just finished filming?"
He propped one leg over the knee of the other and turned to smile at me. That smile was quite strange, and suddenly I felt a sense of insecurity.
"Jian Xixie, what did you mean by that WeChat message last time?"
He took off his sunglasses and looked at me with deep eyes. Coupled with that mischievous face, my heart began to tremble.
I was taken aback. "What WeChat?" For a moment, I really couldn't remember what I had done before.
He pulled out his phone, opened WeChat, and threw our conversation interface in front of me. Only then did I recall and looked at him in confusion, "Is there a problem?"
He put away his smile, and his expression became even more unpleasant. "Jian Xixie, are you saying that I look like a Japanese devil? That I don't even need to act to resemble one, right?"
Oh dear, although I did think so, I didn't say it that bluntly, did I?
At this moment, I could only vehemently deny it: "How could that be? What I meant is that you act well, especially your gaze when you're performing. Even though this is just a photo, you can still vaguely see the killing intent in your eyes. I'm complimenting you."
Meng Sicong's expression softened a bit at this, but the next moment he relentlessly pursued me about which of his works I had seen and which character was my favorite.
Goodness, just looking at his face was already terrifying enough; why would I want to watch his shows?
But since the words were already out, I could only try to make up for it: "Uh, I enjoy watching the villains you play. For example, that gangster boss and the local ruffians..."
As I spoke, I noticed his expression growing darker, and eventually, I had no choice but to close my mouth and let the conversation end in awkward silence.
The two-hour journey felt like an eternity.
I was so uncomfortable that I almost wanted to bite my fingers, but Meng Sicong was sitting right next to me!
As soon as we got off the plane, I was ready to make a run for it, but Meng Sicong grabbed the strap of my bag.
He put on his sunglasses and said coldly, "The driver said my car is stuck on the second ring road. Do you mind giving me a ride?"
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