Chapter 3974 I Want to Be with You 3

He looked at her: "Care about me?"

She was usually very capable, but at this moment she was at a loss for words. She couldn't find a reply for a long time, and finally just nodded gently.

Rong Yue smiled slightly, and then continued to write. While typing on the keyboard, he asked her casually: "Do you like being an actor very much?"

He asked this, Ai Mengmeng was a little embarrassed. She pursed her lips and spoke for a long time, "Fortunately, I don't want to be one now."

Rong Yue didn't say anything, but his hands moved a little slower. Then, as if thinking about something, he looked at her: "If you want to act, you can tell me. This script is not for sale. Maybe He Huan can shoot it. If she can shoot it, I think you can act well too."

He said this, and Ai Mengmeng didn't take it seriously, because she was indeed already obscure. Even if she could shoot it, it might not be broadcast. Now there is zero tolerance for actors to touch this.

Rong Yue looked at her again, and whispered: "It's a documentary, positive energy can be broadcast."

She said "oh", and then looked at him: 'Then when will you rest? ’

Rong Yue smiled, saved it and handed the notebook to her. Ai Mengmeng helped him close it and put it aside.

She was probably born in an ordinary family, so she was very caring. She helped him put down the bedside and tidied it up, and lay down beside his pillow: ‘You take a nap, I’ll call you at lunch time. ’

Rong Yue was a little tired after being busy for a while, so he closed his eyes and hummed.

Ai Mengmeng wanted to move away, but the next second, his hand held hers.

Rong Yue’s fingers were a little cold because he was sick, but Ai Mengmeng’s hands were warm.

Strangely, the temperatures blended.

She bit Chen and looked at him, a little at a loss.

They actually had it happen, thoroughly, but now she was still a little at a loss.

Although, it was just holding hands.

Ai Mengmeng bit her lip and said in a small voice: "Rong Yue?"

He still closed his eyes and his voice was a little low: "I want to sleep for a while. You stay with me."

Obviously very weak, but he still pulled her to his side with one hand.

Ai Mengmeng was forced to press against his chest. She was much thinner than last time, and even her heartbeat was not as strong. Ai Mengmeng pressed against him and suddenly wanted to cry, but she was afraid that he would know so she secretly held back.

Rong Yue probably felt something, reached out and gently touched her face, and then asked Dao gently: "Why are you crying?"

"I'm not crying." Ai Mengmeng bit her lip: "It's just that the sand blinded my eyes."

He smiled bitterly: "Where did the sand in the ward come from? It's terrible to be uneducated."

"I graduated from junior high school, and I went to technical secondary school for a year and then stopped." Ai Mengmeng said unconvinced.

Rong Yue laughed, "Is this called being educated? I'll teach you when I have time."

He said, holding her fingers in his palm, his voice a little hoarse: "Sleep with me for a while, I've been waiting for you for many days, you must not know the taste of suffering."

He closed his eyes, and she secretly opened them.

He was very thin and weak, but still good-looking, as if he had less and less similarities with President Qin as he got sick.

Rong Yue is Rong Yue, not someone else, and she is sure that she likes him, not someone else.

She stayed with him, and when he fell asleep, she still cried secretly.

She was afraid of waking her up, so her voice was very small, and then she wiped her tears desperately. The pain was even more painful than the storm, like a dense needle piercing her heart.

There was no escape.