Song Xuan and Jiang Wenan had been practicing calligraphy for the past few days, and it finally came in handy today.

The costume styling teacher tidied up the details of their collars and cuffs one by one.

"Thank you for your hard work, teachers. Today is already the coldest day in the past few days. There's really no other way. The set can't be air-conditioned, so we can only endure it like this."

The reason why she said this was because they were still filming winter scenes.

The two of them had noble identities in the film.

Compared to others, their clothes looked more exquisite and luxurious.

But at the same time, it was also thick and heavy. When it pressed down on the body, it was suffocating.

They could still endure it in the air-conditioned room.

Now that they were out, Jiang Wenan was still fine, and there was basically no change in his expression. However, Song Xuan couldn't.

The sweat on her face couldn't be stopped, and big drops fell down. Ding Xiaoqing's heart ached when she saw it, but there was nothing she could do.

She could only hold a box of tissues and keep wiping her sweat.

The makeup artist also stood by and waited. As long as Song Xuan's makeup was a little smudged, she would immediately fix it.

Huang Zhengguo came over to see how the two of them were preparing.

Jiang Wenan said gently that there was no problem, but Song Xuan's temper wasn't so good. "I say, great director.

Are you trying to heat us to death?

Are you trying to make us wear cotton-padded jackets on a thirty-degree day?

Even if I offended you,

You don't have to take revenge on me so obviously, right? "

Director Huang snorted through his nose.

"Do you think I'm as petty as you, taking revenge on you?

If you think it's hot, then hurry up and finish filming and get out. "

Song Xuan stuck her tongue out at him. "That won't do. If I leave, there'll be no one to 'chat' with you. What if you're bored and miss me?"

"Get out of here. If you leave, you won't annoy me. I can't wait."

The people on the set were already used to the old and young way of getting along. Anyway, the two of them would quarrel as soon as they met. No one was surprised at all and continued with their work.

A moment later, filming officially began.

Consort Zhao sat upright and practiced her calligraphy in a standard posture. Then, someone announced outside the hall, "His Majesty has arrived!"

Consort Zhao happily stood up to greet him and curtsied. "Greetings, Your Majesty."

Jianhong Emperor waited for her to salute before reaching out to help her up. "My beloved consort, there's no need to be so polite."

Then, he pulled her into the house. "What were you doing just now?"

Consort Zhao's charming voice rang out. "A few days ago, didn't you say that this concubine's calligraphy lacked some strength of character? That's why this concubine found this calligraphy post with the character 'Lin' ~ ~"

The two of them had already walked to the desk. Jianhong Emperor reached out and picked up the paper on the desk. "You've improved compared to last time. It seems that you've put in a lot of effort."

Consort Zhao leaned into his arms. "Of course. Ever since that day, this concubine has been copying ten pages of paper every day …" She then said with a hint of grievance, "It's just that His Majesty hasn't come over all this time, so naturally, he doesn't know ~ ~"

Jianhong Emperor poked her pouting lips. "Alright, alright, alright. It's Zhen's fault. Zhen will apologize to my beloved concubine, alright?"

"If that's the case, then you have to make it up to this concubine ~ ~" Consort Zhao leaned on the emperor's body and lowered her head to play with the ornament on his waist. Naturally, she didn't see the expression of the person behind her.

Jianhong Emperor's eyes turned cold. He said with a faint smile, "Oh?

What kind of compensation does my beloved concubine want? Why don't you tell me? We will try our best to satisfy you. "

"Oh ~" Consort Zhao pondered for a moment. She then turned around and hugged the emperor. "Your Majesty, can you write a poem for this concubine?"

The emotions in Jianhong Emperor's eyes had completely disappeared when she turned around. He raised his eyebrows. "You only want Zhen to write a poem for you?"

"Yes, yes." The concubine nodded. She then looked to the left and made another request in a domineering manner. "But Your Majesty must write it for this concubine alone. You can't say it to anyone else in the future."

Jianhong Emperor's eyes gradually turned warm. He intimately pinched the nose of the person in front of him. "Stingy. Alright, I'll only write it for you. I won't let anyone else know."

Then, he spread out the paper and wrote a few lines of words on it like flowing water.

When he finally signed, he lowered his head and looked at the little head that was obediently leaning on his chest. He took her hand that was especially petite and fair compared to his own and held it in his right hand. Together, he wrote down the last few words …

"Cut!"

"Perfect!"

Before Jiang Wenan could react, Song Xuan quickly jumped out of his arms and ran to her assistant. "Oh my god, it's so hot. Give me some air …"

Jiang Wenan was speechless.

Ding Xiaoqing had prepared everything early in the morning. She first handed the small fan to her, then held a cup of herbal tea and held it to Song Xuan's mouth with a straw. Her heart ached. "Drink some water first. Don't get a heatstroke later …"

Song Xuan took two sips from her hand. Then she thought of Jiang Wenan and wanted to tilt her head to look at him. "Does Brother Jiang have any?"

Ding Xiaoqing held the cup and turned her head with her head. "Yes, yes, yes. I'll send it to Assistant Xu as soon as it's done. Don't worry so much. Drink your tea first!"

Hearing this, Song Xuan obediently lowered her head and drank the tea. Ding Xiaoqing's cooking was good. She couldn't even taste the medicinal herbs in the tea. The tea was full of the fragrance …

Song Xuan didn't have many scenes. Even with Director Huang's strict requirements and her own delay, she officially finished filming at the end of June.

On the day of filming, not only did Jiang Wenan prepare a gift for her, but Huang Zhengguo and the other actors in the crew also prepared gifts for her. Song Xuan didn't care about these things. Apart from Jiang Wenan, she received an extra gift from Director Huang at most. Naturally, Ding Xiaoqing received the rest of the gifts to express her gratitude and prepare gifts in return.

She hadn't been home for more than a month. Even though Song Xuan was so heartless, she felt a little guilty. That day, she bought a gift for her parents and went home.

When she got home, President Song was still at work. Mrs. Song was elegantly sitting in the living room arranging flowers. Song Xuan walked up to her and called out flatteringly, "Mom ~ ~"

Mrs. Song's slender and delicate hand was holding a delicate and beautiful lily. Her right hand was holding a pair of scissors and trimming it slightly. Then, she inserted it into a vase on the table. She twirled it around and nodded in satisfaction. Only then did she have the mood to talk to her daughter. She nodded and said, "You're back?" Her tone was calm and indifferent. It wasn't at all the affectionate scene that Song Xuan had imagined.

Therefore, Song Xuan, who rarely had a conscience, felt sad. So, she wasn't as important to this family as she thought?

She handed over the gift she bought. "Mom ~ I bought you a gift. See if you like it?"

Mrs. Song took out a generously packaged box from the paper bag. As soon as she opened it, she saw a sparkling green jade bracelet. The color was clear and the texture was exquisite. It was very beautiful!

Mrs. Song took it out and tried it on. The lustrous jade color made her skin look even fairer and more delicate. "You have good taste this time. It's quite nice ~"

Song Xuan smiled charmingly. "Mom, as long as you like it ~ ~"

Mrs. Song carefully took it down and put it away. "Tell me, you bought me a gift and now you're trying to please me. What do you want this time?"

Song Xuan was really wronged this time. In all honesty, she really wanted to buy her parents a gift because she hadn't been home for a long time. How did it become a request?

"Mom, I've been wronged. Is this how you think of your daughter?

Do I have to ask you for a favor? Why can't your daughter just buy you a gift? "

Mrs. Song picked up the cup on the coffee table and took a sip. "Haha, isn't this all because you keep causing trouble for me? What do you want me to think of you?"

"…" Fine, she was indeed in the wrong. There was nothing else to say. She admitted it!

She pretended not to hear anything. "Mom, what are we having for dinner?

Is dad coming back?

If not, we'll go to the office and ask him to go out for dinner … "

Mrs. Song had given up on her shameless daughter. "Your dad just called and said that he's free tonight. He should be back."

"Oh ~"

Mrs. Song was right. At seven o 'clock in the evening, President Song pushed the door open and came in. Song Xuan heard the movement at the door and quickly ran over. "Dad ~ ~"

President Song looked up in surprise. "Little Bao ~ ~"

Then, the father and daughter pair stood at the door and talked for a long time as if they hadn't seen each other for many years.

"Little Bao, Dad misses you. Why haven't you come back for so long? Come, let Dad take a good look at you …"

Song Xuan cooperated and put her face in front of him. "Dad, I miss you too ~ ~ I also feel like I haven't seen you in a long time …"

President Song held his daughter's palm-sized face in his hands. His face was full of heartache. "Aiya, how did you lose so much weight in such a short time?"

Then, he thought of something. "Is it because Chu Yang doesn't let you eat? I heard that those female celebrities only eat a little bit a day. If he dares to do that to you, tell Dad and I'll settle the score with him immediately …" As he spoke, he was about to take out his phone.

Song Xuan hurriedly stopped him. "Dad, I didn't lose weight. Xiaoqing gives me good food every day. Chu Yang is also quite good to me. He usually comes to the set to visit me when he's free …" However, after thinking about it, she still added, "The only bad thing is that he's too nosy …" 'Spoiling my plans!'

President Song was relieved. "That's more like it!"

He pulled his daughter to the living room. "Dad is telling you, don't learn from those people. What's so good about being skinny like a skeleton? You'll look better if you're fatter …"

Song Xuan didn't dare to agree. She believed that even if she ate 120 pounds, her father would still think that his daughter was the most beautiful little fairy in the world!

However, after expressing her feelings, Miss Song's mood was finally better. Looking at how passionate her father was, it was enough to show her importance in this family!

Then, she said, "Are you two done being lovey-dovey?

Do you want to eat or not? "

Mrs. Song sat in the dining room and shouted impatiently.