The sweetest in the entertainment industry

Chapter 338 is too bizarre.
Gu Lanxi suppressed a laugh, glanced at him, lowered her head slightly, pretending not to see anything, and continued to reason with him gently:

"I think that no matter how good two people are, they should still retain some privacy."

"But in your view, we should trust each other completely. If I have anything hidden in my heart that you don't know, you will assume it is something that is very likely to damage our relationship. You will immediately become defensive and disgusted."

"The reason you developed this habit is actually my fault. I hurt you in the past by breaking up with you without warning, which left you with psychological trauma. I am also very sorry for this."

It's all too easy for Gu Lanxi to gain someone's favor.

Because she can always sense what the other person truly cares about.

After all that talk, Lu Nanting was still a little unconvinced, but he couldn't bring himself to say a single harsh word.

Gu Lanxi held his hand, her gaze tracing his fingernails, and the topic unconsciously shifted:

"I'm not saying your idea is wrong, I'm just saying you have to look at the specifics. We can't do things with a one-size-fits-all approach. You have to fully understand my feelings, right?"
“Some things have little to do with trust, but rather with a person’s face and self-esteem. It would make me feel very embarrassed to talk about them, so I choose to keep them to myself, you know? Even judges have to consider the motives of criminal suspects when making a ruling, right? You can’t confuse the two.”

Lu Nanting wasn't stupid; he accurately caught her curved ball.

"I understand. For example, thinking about your ex-boyfriend like crazy in the middle of the night, and then holding it all in, not saying a word, and not wanting him to know; or bumping your head on the bed and bursting into tears; or..."

"For example, how many punches would it take to make you cry?"

Seeing her grit her teeth, knowing she'd been hit where it hurt again, Lu Nanting quickly raised his hand to indicate he was completely harmless:
"Okay, it's an agreement. In the future, if something like this happens again, involving your face and self-esteem, I'll pretend I don't know anything and won't get angry about it anymore. But you have to promise that you'll tell me what you need to tell me, and you absolutely can't lie to me or hide anything from me."

Gu Lanxi responded with an "OK" sign and patted his arm:
"You keep recording, and I'll read the letter outside. You can see me through the glass, okay?"

"Row!"

"Then stop being so childish and making everyone do useless work. I'll wait for you to eat, okay?"

"it is good!"

"then you go!"

After saying that, Gu Lanxi got up and moved the cardboard box to the sofa.

Lu Nanting could see her from the recording studio, just across the mixing console outside the window.

In just a few words, less than five minutes.

Seeing that he made a ready gesture, Wang Jia immediately returned with his staff.

From a distance, no one could tell what they were saying, but they could see Gu Lanxi holding his hand and gently shaking it.

Then things got better.

"Indeed, a mental illness requires a mental cure, and the big boss's medicine is very effective!"

Teasing her, Gu Lanxi didn't know what to say. But Lu Nanting waved to him, signaling, "Old Wang, we've wasted a lot of time, let's hurry up!"

Without a word, Wang Jia led his men to get to work.

Gu Lanxi read the letter quietly, finishing it around noon.

At noon, they went upstairs for lunch as usual. Afterward, the two went downstairs and took advantage of the lunch break. Gu Lanxi followed him back to his room, found the work desk, and started writing replies to fans.

CP fans would write on stationery printed with Lu Nanting's studio logo, and then the two of them would sign it together. Xiao Yuanbao would write on stationery from her own studio and then sign it.

It has to be said that she is very meticulous in her work.

A few days ago, when Lu Tai ordered wedding invitations, Gu Lanxi saw that the handmade paper made by the merchant was very beautiful, so she also ordered a lot of letter paper.

As she wrote her reply, Lu Nanting stood beside her, using a soft brush to write the wedding invitations in regular script.

Lately, whether during lunch break or after work, he takes out his writing whenever he has a spare moment.

Lu Nanting's wedding invitation was written in a very formal manner, containing auspicious words, time, place, and people, and the wording was quite respectful.

He has already written more than 100 of the 500 wedding invitations.

After he finished writing each sheet, Gu Lanxi would take it and check it. Only after confirming that there were no errors would she set it aside to dry completely before sealing it up.

Given the Lu family's wealth and connections, hiring a calligrapher wouldn't be a problem, but he still wanted to write it himself.

Whether two people can stay together for a long time often depends not on whether they are compatible, but on whether they can tolerate each other's shortcomings.

She likes to keep things to herself, is sensitive and prone to overthinking, and Lu Nanting is occasionally impulsive and can get angry when he's emotional, but these traits pale in comparison to their strengths.

Gu Lanxi often thought that as long as Lu Nanting performed well in the areas she cared about, she could tolerate everything about him. After lunch break, Lu Nanting went back to recording. Gu Lanxi asked Niu Lili to come and pick up the mail and mail it for her. Then she yawned, closed the door to the lounge, and went to sleep under the covers.

She's a very sleepy person. It's fine on weekdays because she's busy, but on weekends, she hasn't had the chance to sleep in these past two days. Taking a nap is not unreasonable at all.

Then she slept until Lu Nanting finished work.

She groggily got up, dressed, and then sat down while Lu Nanting combed her hair.

"I feel like I'm getting lazier and lazier. Could it be that you've spoiled me?"

"It's not that bad. Just turn it a little, otherwise it will be asymmetrical if you prick it crooked."

Gu Lanxi yawned.

"I'm always sleepy all day long. I went to see a specialist, had a bunch of tests done, and they said I've been using my brain too much and need to rest more. Isn't that ridiculous?"

"CPU overload is normal, don't worry and go to sleep."

“People keep spreading rumors that I’m pregnant.”

"We're not in a hurry, let them say what they want!"

While she was still dazed and the conversation was jumping around, Lu Nanting suddenly asked her casually:
Why did you save my contact as 'Little Raccoon'?

Without thinking, Gu Lanxi said, "There was a time when you wore sunglasses, and you looked just like a raccoon."

Lu Nanting: "???"

What happened to the promise that Brother Yuanbao understands her best?

That damned Yuanbao ruined my life!!

"Isn't it because I wash clothes very clean?"

"The raccoon doesn't know how to wash clothes."

"Isn't it because I'm cute?"

After being asked several questions in succession, Gu Lanxi's eyes gradually cleared, and before answering, she even narrowed her eyes slightly:
"Why would I praise a grown man as cute? I'd praise you for being a pillar of strength, for being so manly, for your masculine spirit, for your responsibility, and for being incredibly reliable!"

Lu Nanting was overjoyed to hear this, but Gu Lanxi pretended not to notice and continued to look sleepy, letting him put on her shoes for her.

They even tied a little row of bows on her shoelaces, which took a lot of effort.

Gu Lanxi put on her shoes and went out, glancing down every now and then.

Once on the bus, I couldn't help but lift my feet to look at them.

After watching it, I couldn't help but bring up that bow hairstyle I mentioned before.

Lu Nanting feigned composure and coughed lightly: "It's a small matter, leave it to me!"

Seeing that he was finally happy, Gu Lanxi smiled and her eyes crinkled.

The two were holding hands, deeply in love, when suddenly the bodyguard in front of them took a deep breath and quickly asked:

"what happened?"

"It's alright. There's a fisherman up ahead who caught a bunch of fish somewhere and is showing off non-stop. He's tied them all up and hung them on his car."

"Who is it?"

Gu Lanxi peeked out and, sure enough, there was an SUV in front of her. Instead of using its large trunk, it had tied a fish to a rope and secured it to the back of the car. You could see it from a great distance.

The fish were probably wild; the larger ones were a foot long, while the smaller crucian carp were no bigger than the palm of a hand. They were strung together and hung on both sides like ears of wheat.

"It's...quite special."

While everyone else was busy marveling at the car, Gu Lanxi frowned when she saw the license plate.

She had seen this car before.

Where exactly is it?
She doesn't remember things she only glimpsed by chance, and it takes a lot of effort to recall them.

Mr. Sang arrived with his fishing wife.

Monthly tickets, monthly tickets, monthly tickets! Please, please, please!