Chapter 1715 Love Home

Chu Yan shook off the folding fan in his hand and shook it twice, his voice was as cold as ice slag: "The smell of fat powder is disgusting, I will rest in another place."

The smile on Su Ting's face froze, her eyes full of bitterness and helplessness.

He was still exactly the same as at the beginning. He thought that after these days of contact, he would treat her better, at least not speak so aggressively, at least take a look at her.

When filming, he was very professional, his eyes, movements, and every love word from his mouth made her heart move. She thought that he would never treat her like he did at the beginning.

She was wrong.

This man hasn't changed at all.

It's no wonder that Cai Mei'er won't come close to him as long as she wears makeup these days. Thinking of this, she raised her eyes, which happened to meet Cai Mei'er's phoenix eyes that were half-smiling but not smiling.

Although Cai Meier wouldn't go to Chu Yan's side when she was wearing heavy makeup, as long as she finished work, no matter how late, she would always knock on Chu Yan's door. Shi Fendai stood outside Chu Yan's door with a refreshing look.

Su Ting's room and Chu Yan's room are diagonally opposite, just open a crack in the door, you can clearly see the situation in front of Chu Yan's door.

Chu Yan didn't seem to have the habit of looking at the cat's eye. Every time Cai Mei'er knocked on the door, he would open it. After opening it, he saw Cai Mei'er, and then he would immediately close it again, without saying a word of nonsense.

Thinking of this, Su Ting felt better and felt less uncomfortable.

After all, Chu Yan is not the only one who is indifferent, he is indifferent to all the women who are courting to him.

She is not in a hurry at all, this drama will take a lot of time to shoot, and she still has a long, long time to manage.

Man, you can't have no desires.

There will always be opportunities.

Chu Yan, who was closing his eyes and resting, suddenly sneezed and his nose was itchy.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Chu Yan looked at the timetable arranged by Assistant Director Wang, his flat brows furrowed tightly, and his face darkened.

Since the last time I went back to City H, I have to work until midnight every day.

It's the same today. It's half past eleven. Even if he's good, he can pass one time at most. At most, he can be two hours ahead of schedule. At that time, there is no flight back to H city.

He was thinking about a person madly, even if he didn't do anything, he just looked at her, looked at her smile, and listened to her voice.

Just like the field worker in the crew, he lives locally in J City, a two-hour drive from the filming location. He is busy until midnight every day, and he has to be driven home for two hours.

Some people laughed at him because he was afraid of his wife, and he had to go home so late to pay for food, and he was not afraid of dying from exhaustion.

Men always laugh, laughing that they are too young to understand what a home means.

Go home even later.

Even if his wife and children were asleep when he went back, and he couldn't even hear the child calling him father, he would run around willingly.

There is a feeling that is difficult to describe in words, which can only be felt at home, and can only fall asleep peacefully when lying on a familiar bed.

Chu Yan has this feeling now. He wants to go home, see his wife's sleeping face, eat a bite of his wife's cooking, talk to her, lie beside her, and have a good sleep.

It turns out that this is what the field workers call "loving home".

I don't know when, he and Zhi'er will also have children.

The thought of a soft little guy lying in his arms, giggling at him and calling him dad, made his heart melt.