Chapter 1715: Third Brother Is Waiting for You Outside

Song Yuan was standing right behind her, his face changed.

“Linlin,” Shen Bin reminded her, “Come sit next to me, I need to talk to you about something work-related.”

“No, let’s talk about work during work hours. I’m eating now, no communication allowed.”

Ye Linlin’s attitude was seriously laid-back, refusing to waste her energy or compete with others.

Shen Bin coughed, “Then let’s not talk about work.”

“Personal matters are even worse!”

Ye Linlin said righteously, “I need to keep a distance from male supervisors like you, unless the rumors start flying about who’s flirting with whom!”

Everyone: “…”

Her voice wasn’t that loud, was it?

Yet nearly half the cafeteria heard it, their ears were sharp, and they all looked this way. There was a brief silent agreement, lasting two seconds before anyone spoke.

Su Miaotong couldn’t swallow her bite, she glanced at Song Yuan and joined in persuading, “Linlin, why don’t you sit over here next to me.”

“Why? Is something wrong with my spot?” Ye Linlin instinctively looked at Nan Jiaojiao. The latter gave no eye contact, and Linlin got it herself, “Will I get hemorrhoids sitting here?”

Pfft…

Nan Jiaojiao quietly buried her head lower to avoid spitting out her food.

At this moment, the manager pretended to find a seat and called to Song Yuan, “Yuan Yuan, come here, I’ll go get you some soy milk.”

While saying this, she asked if anyone else needed anything; she’d bring it over together.

Song Yuan moved behind Nan Jiaojiao, leaned down, and whispered beside Nan Jiaojiao’s ear, “Third Brother Bo is waiting for you in the car, he couldn’t get in touch with you. I invited him inside, but he refused, and it’s raining harder and harder…”

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyelids twitched, “He’s still in the car?”

“Yes,” Song Yuan leaned closer, her voice even lower, “I know your relationship isn’t public, so I didn’t say anything. You might want to think of something; staying in the car isn’t very good.”

“Mm, thanks.”

Song Yuan smiled, “No need to thank, try the dish I brought; it’s really tasty.”

“Alright.”

Song Yuan got up, circled a few seats, and sat down.

Nan Jiaojiao opened Bo Yanching’s chat window, took a picture of her boxed meal and sent it to him, without any text.

Song Yuan noticed her actions; she was distracted, barely eating, and told everyone she was going back for a nap, she even asked Director Chen to call her when filming started, as she’d sleep with her makeup on.

Shortly after Song Yuan left, Bo Yanching arrived.

His arrival, unsurprisingly, caused a stir. Director Chen put down his lunch box to greet him, but he wasn’t good with polite words, fearing he’d fumble his speech. Producer Zhou hurriedly spoke before him, “President Bo, what brings you here despite the heavy rain? You didn’t get drenched, did you?”

Bo Yanching patted the rain off his shoulder, “Just passing by, the rain was too heavy to drive further. I noticed the road seemed familiar, so I thought I’d drop by.”

“The rain is indeed heavy; we checked the weather forecast and are waiting for the right moment to shoot some important scenes. We didn’t expect this downpour. We’re stuck here as well. By the way, President Bo, have you eaten? The crew has some boxed meals; if you’re not particular, can we offer you one?”

Bo Yanching said, “Alright, thank you.”

“No trouble at all, we’re delighted you came to visit us.”

Producer Zhou personally went to get a boxed meal.

“Third Brother.”

Yi Qinghuan came to greet him.

Bo Yanching’s eyes searched until he found Nan Jiaojiao. She happened to be looking up, and he merely exchanged a glance with her, his lips slightly curled with satisfaction before moving his gaze.

And then he replied, “Mm.”