Transmigrated into the body of a tycoon's son's ex-boyfriend

Lu Yu sat down, opened the script to the next scene, and silently recited the lines while pointing to them with his finger.

There's another dialogue scene to film this afternoon, a scene between him and the female lead, Fan Siyao. The dialogue isn't extensive, but the emotional layers are quite complex.

I need to think about it some more.

After waiting for about ten minutes, and before the next scene was scheduled to start, the director clapped his hands and said that they would wrap up early for the day.

Director Chen's mood was clearly ruined by Qiao Zhixi, and he went back behind the monitor and drank two cups of strong tea.

After discussing with the screenwriter for a while whether to reshoot today's scene, he finally sighed, stood up, and said to the whole crew:

"Stop filming. If you're not in good condition and you force yourself to keep filming, the quality of the finished product won't be up to par."

Go back and get some rest. Everyone needs to be on your best for tomorrow morning's shoot of that scene.

Lu Yu glanced at the time; it was almost 5 p.m.

I finished work much earlier than usual, so this was some extra free time.

He asked Xiao Ma to pack his things, put the script and water bottle in his bag, and they went back to the hotel together.

Xiao Ma's room was right next to his.

This was also arranged by Dong Yanchen to make it convenient for the assistant to take care of the artist's work at any time.

After returning to the hotel and taking a shower, Lu Yu changed into a clean T-shirt and shorts, and sat on a chair by the window with her phone in hand.

He casually wiped his still-dripping hair with a towel, draped the towel around his neck, and turned on his phone.

The screen shows his chat page with Song Xijin.

The latest message is a screenshot that Song Xijin finally sent: the weather forecast page for the city where the film studio is located.

Entering June, this week will see the first high-temperature week of the year, with an average high temperature of 35 degrees Celsius.

A text message followed.

"Take care of yourself and don't get heatstroke."

Lu Yu was filming during the day and didn't have time to go back.

Over the past week, he had chatted with Song Xijin a few times, but Song Xijin usually sent him messages first, and he would politely reply.

Lu Yu remembered that Song Xijin said it that night.

"I'm very busy in Beijing and have a lot of things to do."

Song Xijin manages such a large family business as the Song family, and the things she has to deal with every day are probably much more arduous than what an actor like him does.

He always felt uncomfortable bothering the other person.

Moreover, Lu Yu is not very good at initiating conversations with people.

In his past life, he was an orphan who grew up in an orphanage. No one taught him how to maintain close relationships with people.

He was used to handling everything on his own and didn't like to bother others.

It's a bit awkward to ask him to take the initiative to chat with people, send good morning and good night messages.

Lu Yu looked at the weather forecast sent by Song Xijin and typed a reply.

"Thank you, Mr. Song. I will be careful."

He put down his phone, picked up the script, and flipped through a couple of pages.

After thinking for a moment, I picked up my phone again and added a sentence.

"Mr. Song, have you eaten?"

Lu Yu still remembers that Song Xijin never ate properly, and would only eat a couple of bites before stopping.

The same thing happened at the Cantonese restaurant in the film studio last time. I put down my chopsticks when I was about 70-80% full, and only drank half a bowl of congee.

Her appetite is like a kitten's; she takes a couple of bites and then puts down her chopsticks, saying she's full.

Fortunately, although Song Xijin was thin, she wasn't the kind of skinny, dry-looking thin.

He has a thin layer of muscle that clings tightly to his bones, with long, slender, and well-proportioned lines. It feels smooth and supple to the touch, and has a very pleasant feel.

Especially her perky buttocks, and her two legs are white and straight...

They probably exercise regularly.

Song Xijin was sitting in his top-floor office at the Song Group headquarters, preparing to shut down his computer and leave work.

He rubbed his aching shoulders, closed the last document, and his phone on the table vibrated.

I glanced down at the notification banner on the screen.

Upon seeing the sender's name, I immediately picked up my phone and opened WeChat.

Lu Yu replied to his message, so it seems the show has ended.

The first message was a reply to the weather forecast he sent that afternoon, plain and polite, exactly as Song Xijin had imagined.

The second point surprised him somewhat.

Lu Yu asked him if he had eaten.

Song Xijin glanced at the time; it was only 5:30, which was still early for him.

After get off work, he usually stays in the office a little longer to finish up some tasks.

They usually postpone dinner until 7 or 8 pm.

Sometimes when I'm busy, I simply forget about it, and by the time I remember, it's almost 10 o'clock, and I'm too lazy to eat.

Song Xijin looked down at the line of text on her phone screen and typed two words in reply.

"I didn't eat."

Lu Yu saw the message from the other end, thought for a moment, and typed a reply.

"Mr. Song, remember to eat on time. You usually don't eat enough."

After sending the message, he felt something was amiss.

My finger paused on the screen for a moment, and I instinctively wanted to pull it back.

Song Xijin has probably already seen this message, so withdrawing it would seem even stranger.

He seems to be meddling too much.

Song Xijin has his own lifestyle, his own nutritionist and private chef, and it's none of his business as an ex-boyfriend and current casual sex partner to worry about him.

Lu Yu shook her head, put down her phone, and continued reading the script.

Song Xijin sat in her office chair and, upon seeing this message, couldn't help but smile.

Leaning back, the wheels of the office chair slid a little off the smooth wooden floor, spinning around before returning to their original position.

He was in a good mood, holding his phone in front of him with one hand, while unconsciously twirling a pen on the table with the other.

Lu Yu actually knew to care whether he had eaten.

Moreover, Lu Yu said that he usually eats too little.

This shows that Lu Yu had been paying attention to him before, noting how much he ate, whether he had a good appetite, and his lifestyle habits.

Humph.

This kid still has some conscience.

Song Xijin typed "Hmm" and sent it.

Lu Yu glanced at the lone "Hmm" on her phone screen, put it down, and went back to reading the script.

For him, "um" meant the chat was over.

The other party received his message, confirmed it, and the conversation ended there.

Lu Yu will not take the initiative to create new topics; she is not good at it, nor does she feel it is necessary.

Song Xijin sat in his office chair for a long time, but his phone remained silent, without even a vibration.

He opened WeChat and glanced at it.

The last message in the chat box was the same "um" I sent myself.

Lu Yu didn't even reply with an emoji.

Song Xijin slammed his phone on the table in anger. He had thought Lu Yu had finally come to her senses and was taking the initiative to care about him.

As a result, he took the initiative for a moment, said a couple of words, and then withdrew.

Every time they chatted, the last sentence was typed by him. Lu Yu was very economical with words, and asking him to say more was like asking him to die.

Sometimes Song Xijin felt that Lu Yu was like a clam shell, with a very hard outer shell.

He struggled for a long time to pry open a crack, only to find that a tiny bit of clam meat was sticking out.

It only touched it lightly before pulling back.

He even squatted by the clam shell, waiting for the clam meat to emerge again.

However, Song Xijin wasn't particularly angry today.

At least Lu Yu chatted with him a bit more and showed him some concern.

Song Xijin picked up her phone and reread the two messages Lu Yu had sent her several times.

The corners of her mouth turned up a little more.

He calmed himself down again.