Sweet Desire! The Cold Lord God, Who Can Tease, Coax, and Act Coquettish. - Chap 1725
Is this… Mr. Jin’s voice?
Hearing this, Zhou Chen was still a little dazed. It took him some effort to react. After hesitating for a moment, he asked, “Mr. Jin, are you sure he’s not next to you?”
“No.” Si Jin said, putting the phone to his ear: “But he will be back soon, so keep it simple.”
“Oh, to put it simply, Xiao Linyuan…he has depression and has never recovered.”
Zhou Chen seemed to have finally found a second person to share with, and began to speak word by word.
“He always liked to sit on the set and be in a daze. I would occasionally call him and talk to him, but he would ignore me.”
“But recently, he always tries to smile and greet others. When he is alone, he uses a small rubber band to snap his wrist like crazy to prevent himself from falling into pessimism. This is a sign of his efforts to treat the disease. However, his injury is really serious.”
“You know, it’s hard for people with severe depression to even cry, let alone act out a crying scene.”
“But the scene we were going to shoot this morning was that the moment his character completed his revenge, his undercover brother pointed a gun at his head. The director required that his expression be complex and also include some tears.”
“He can’t cry. After too many NGs, he suddenly started arguing with the director, saying that he had long forgotten how to cry, and then he walked away.”
“I finally got the PR to suppress the trending search. Otherwise, if a marketing account with ulterior motives took the photo, they would accuse him of being a big shot.”
“The director asked him to continue filming tomorrow. The film’s progress cannot be delayed. You see…”
“Oh, it’s okay.” Si Jin listened with a calm expression, without any extra emotions. It was as if he was listening to someone else’s story. He just said, “I’ll take him to the set tomorrow. Don’t worry.”
Zhou Chen asked again: “Is he okay now?”
“Very good.” Si Jin looked at the bedroom door. The door was not closed. She could vaguely see Emperor Xiao walking towards this side with food.
Then he replied: “Cooking, he will be back soon, hang up.”
After saying that, he turned around and pressed the phone and threw it on the bedside table.
I don’t know if it was because of the ambiguity caused by the last sentence, which caused Xiao Linyuan to have a vicious look in his eyes when he came in.
The gloomy atmosphere seemed to want to strangle the person who was talking to Si Jin through the phone.
At this moment, Si Jin suddenly realized that Xiao Linyuan was always pretending in front of her.
In fact, his spirit is not as good as it seems.
It’s just that he pretended so well, and wanted so much to play the role of a sunny and normal person, that Si Jin… didn’t even notice.
Click——
Xiao Linyuan put the food on the table, moved a chair to sit at the head of the bed, scooped a spoonful of porridge, blew it cool, and slowly handed it out.
Still in a casual tone: “Who’s calling?”
But at this moment, no one knew better than Si Jin the murderous intent hidden behind this sentence.
Si Jin took a mouthful of porridge and answered casually: “Zhou Chen, he just complained to me that you are difficult to manage and asked me to help persuade you.”
“Oh.” Xiao Linyuan lowered his head and said nothing, but the murderous intent in his eyes was much lessened.
Maybe Xiao Linyuan didn’t want him to know about the past when he was controlled by Mu Fei and couldn’t bear to look back…
Si Jin didn’t say much, nor did he ask many questions, but he felt a trace of pain in his heart.
And suddenly I felt that it was not easy for Zhou Chen to live safely by Xiao Linyuan’s side for so many years.
After finishing the last mouthful of porridge, he waved to Xiao Linyuan: “Get me a glass of water.”
“Okay.” Xiao Linyuan looked up and tried hard to smile, but it seemed… he failed.
He could only hurriedly hide his expression and bring water to Si Jin.
The water was warm, so it wouldn’t hurt if it scalded people. Si Jin’s eyes sank slightly, and the moment he caught the cup of water, he spilled the water directly on Xiao Linyuan’s wrist.
As he expected, under the clear water, the layer of camouflage laid with foundation slowly peeled off, revealing repeated, deep and terrifying scars.
