Rebirth in Showbiz: How to Win the Showbiz Emperor's Heart?-Chapter 327: Missing One for Mahjong
Tong Yan wanted to dodge, but the reporters kept relentlessly chasing them.
She was about to lose it!
Seeing Han Mubai smiling calmly and composed, she felt even worse.
Why would the mayor’s son, focused on development, come to Holy Heart Orphanage to join the commotion?
Is he just bored?
Or is he here to support his own father?
Fortunately, the reporters were aware of their job responsibilities. After interviewing them for a while, they returned to filming the mayor, who had been left aside for quite some time.
The reporters thought they had gathered all the necessary information and taken all the crucial shots.
What a surprising gain.
#A bunch of unprofessional reporters#
Tong Yan watched as people dispersed and, not caring about Han Mubai, intended to slip away.
Although she had agreed to discuss the script and shooting notes with the documentary director at this time, given the situation now...
She decided to leave first.
Tong Yan cautiously moved behind a pillar, trying her best not to attract the attention of the reporters while sneaking away.
But things didn’t go as she wished; perhaps today was her doomed day.
"Sister Yan!"
A clear and ethereal voice echoed.
Everyone looked over.
Wen Shu ran over panting, his eyes filled with joy.
"Sister Yan, have you remembered?"
Tong Yan’s face was full of confusion; remembered what?
Another one!
The reporters’ eyes gleamed; this was explosive news.
Seeing the mayor’s performance was nothing; this was the real highlight.
Is this a love triangle?
Goodness gracious!
They were incredibly lucky!
Everyone squeezed over toward them; the mayor could wait.
Since they weren’t interviewing the mayor anymore, the cameramen promptly shut down the live broadcast equipment but still captured the moment when Wen Shu arrived.
Far away in B City, Qiao Jing kindly recorded it and sent it to someone, thoughtfully noting: Your little wife has climbed over the wall again!
#Thumbs up for thoughtful and kind Qiao Jing#
A certain man had an expressionless face, his eyes glinting with a cold light, causing the surrounding temperature to drop several degrees, so much so that the driver in front began to question life.
He had clearly turned on the heater.
But why did it still feel so cold?
Could the air conditioning be broken?
...
Tong Yan looked at the microphones aimed at her and felt her scalp tingling.
This was disastrous; someone please tell her what to do now.
With one more person, they could play Mahjong.
#Dear, it’s three missing one#
Heavens, strike her with thunder.
At this moment, if there were a crack in the ground, she would definitely jump into it.
She tried her best to minimize her presence, but Wen Shu, this troublesome child, wouldn’t let her go, "Sister Yan, have you really remembered?"
Remember what?
Tong Yan’s face was blank, "What are you talking about?"
Wen Shu’s expression of delight gradually dimmed, his heart sinking little by little, but he stubbornly said, "Sister Yan, do you remember why you came to Holy Heart?"
"Oh, that..." Tong Yan suddenly realized, "Because I need to shoot a documentary about the orphanage."
Not because I remembered...
Wen Shu’s eyes, bright as the stars, seemed to extinguish, becoming dull and lifeless, and his forced smile looked worse than crying as he murmured to himself, "I see, so that’s how it is."
So that’s how it is...
Sister Yan, do you remember the words you said to me back then?
You once said, Little Tree, stand there and don’t move, I will come back to find you.
But I’ve waited so long, so long, until now, you haven’t come to find me.
Even... you’ve forgotten me.
This is more desperate and painful than dying.
