This director is so innocent.

Yang Mi started her career as a child star.

She acted in "Tang Minghuang" at the age of four, "True Legend" with Stephen Chow at the age of five, and "Monkey Boy" with her sixth grandfather at the age of six.

She signed with Rong Xinda at sixteen, played Guo Xiang at eighteen, and starred in "Wang Zhaojun" at nineteen...

With this resume, it's definitely a story of a leading lady's rise to power in the entertainment industry.

After finishing their barbecue, Su Jin and Yang Mi engaged in the most primitive and savage form of physical combat.

The two sides traded blows, each advancing as the other retreated, fighting fiercely until Yang Mi was ultimately defeated.

Afterwards, Yang Mi lay on the bed with a vacant look in her eyes, covered in sweat, and her body trembled involuntarily.

Su Jin stubbed out her cigarette, glanced down at Yang Mi, sighed inwardly, and then picked her up to take a bath.

Yang Mi is a nice person; she only wants to exchange ideas about art with him and has never talked about romantic relationships.

The only downside is that she turns into a puddle of mud afterward, and he has to carry her to take a bath every time.

Ugh! So frustrating.

"Yang Mi, why don't you move a little!"

As Su Jin was washing, she began to feel something was wrong, and a chill ran down her spine.

When I was giving Yang Mi a bath, she didn't move at all, and her hands and feet were limp, just like a scene from a damn murder.

"Tired, don't want to move," Yang Mi replied without even opening her eyes.

"Then talk to me." Su Jin said, and started scrubbing Yang Mi's back in the bath.

"How long has it been since you took a shower? You're covered in grime."

"Impossible, I shower every day," Yang Mi retorted, somewhat annoyed.

"Why not? Open your eyes and look," Su Jin kindly reminded her.

"Don't open your eyes." Yang Mi was furious.

That damn Su Jin, if you have something to say, then you have something to say, why did you have to say it out loud!

Don't you want face?

Yang Mi became increasingly angry, and she grabbed Su Jin's arm and bit her hard.

"Damn it, are you a dog?! Why did you bite me?!" Su Jin looked at the two rows of teeth marks clearly visible on her arm and was extremely annoyed.

"Who told you to say that?" Yang Mi said matter-of-factly.

"But you really have a lot of dirt on you," Su Jin argued.

"Say that again?" Yang Mi glared at Su Jin, looking ready to launch another attack.

"Okay, okay... I won't say anymore." Su Jin backed down. Ugh, cross that out, a good man doesn't argue with a woman.

Yang Mi got out of the bathtub, then pointed at it and said, "Get in, I'll scrub you and see if you have any dirt on you."

Su Jin looked at Yang Mi, a slight smile playing on her lips.

After a year of his massages, Yang Mi is not far from her peak.

Suddenly, Su Jin seemed to see something. He paused for a moment, then said in surprise, "Why has the mole on your chest gotten bigger?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Mi subconsciously glanced down at her chest and found it was just a small mole, so she stopped paying attention to it.

"Stop talking nonsense and get inside now."

After Su Jin lies down, she'll make sure he gets half a pound of mud from her hands, or she'll change her surname to Yang.

"Damn it... be gentle..." Su Jin couldn't help but cry out as she felt the pain on her skin.

Yang Mi gave a cold laugh, said nothing, and continued to intensify her efforts.

"Depend on……"

"Take it easy."

After scrubbing for a long time, Yang Mi was sweating profusely, but she couldn't see a single speck of dirt, which made her very curious.

"Su Jin, how come you don't have a single speck of dirt on you?"

"It's innate, there's nothing we can do about it," Su Jin said with a smile.

Actually, he went to a public bathhouse a few days ago.

There was a master craftsman there who had been doing this for thirty years. His skills were superb; he could scrub it clean from front to back, left to right.

Yang Mi grabbed Su Jin's hand and threatened, "What nonsense about being born that way? Tell me the truth."

"Ouch... Go easy on me, you'll need it later!"

"Get lost." Yang Mi's cheeks flushed red, and she tightened her grip, laughing, "Tell me quickly."

"Alright, alright... I'll tell you." Su Jin held back and said, "You can't learn this method."

"Don't worry about whether I can learn it or not, just tell me what you want."

"I went to a bathhouse for a scrub a few days ago, and an experienced masseur did it for me. Would you consider letting him do it for you?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Mi paused for a moment and said, "Give me the address."

"No, are you out of your mind? That's an old man."

"What nonsense are you talking about! I'll go see if there are any female bathhouse attendants."

"If you hadn't told me sooner, I would have thought you were going to find an old man for a massage!"

"roll."

……

The next day.

The sun was still shining brightly.

In a daze, Su Jin felt someone licking her.

Looking down, I saw Yang Mi performing a move.

"Can't you do something productive this early in the morning?"

Yang Mi didn't answer, and continued doing her own thing with peace of mind...

goodong...

Su Jin felt a sense of emptiness.

The two took a bath together, and Su Jin dropped Yang Mi off at the school gate before returning to the company.

When I arrived at the company, I picked up the script and went to Xinbaoyuan.

"Good morning, Sister Xin!" Su Jin gently placed a steaming cup of coffee in front of Ding Xin.

To be fair, Ding Xin's appearance is not outstanding; in fact, it is quite ordinary, the kind of person who would be hard to spot in a crowd.

However, she is very easygoing, at least to him.

Ding Xin glanced at the coffee on the table, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said, "Speak! What do you want?"

Su Jin deliberately put on a stern face, pretending to be angry, and said, "Sister Xin, what are you saying? Can't I just come to see you for no reason?"

Upon hearing this, Ding Xin did not reply. Instead, he crossed his arms, a faint smile playing on his lips, and watched quietly as Su Jin continued her performance.

She wanted to see what else this clever little devil could say.

Seeing that Ding Xin remained unmoved, Su Jin sighed, "Sister Xin, you've lost so much weight in the past two months, and your skin looks a bit dull."

After saying that, he took out a cosmetic bag and placed it in front of Ding Xin.

"Try this cosmetic. I heard it's really good. I asked a friend to bring it back from France."

"Are you done talking?"

"Say it..." Su Jin pretended to be very angry and said, "Sister Xin, you don't believe me? Then I'll leave, okay!"

After saying that, he got up and walked towards the office door.

one two Three……

Just as he was about to reach the office door, Ding Xin still didn't call out to him.

Fortunately, he left his car keys behind.

As Su Jin was about to leave, Ding Xin couldn't help but feel a little doubtful. Had she guessed wrong? Was this clever little Su Jin really just there to come and see her?

Suddenly, she saw the car keys on the table.

He shook his head and smiled helplessly. What a clever little devil.