Chapter 975: Brother Is Leaving

After breakfast, the two of them returned to the film set together.

In another room.

Mo Tingshen just woke up, raised his hand to rub his temples a few times, and after his eyes adjusted to the light, he looked towards the bed.

No one was in bed, and the covers were thrown back.

He took out his phone to check the time; it was only eight o’clock.

Used toothpaste and a toothbrush were left on the bathroom counter, so he placed them in a cup and opened a new toothbrush.

Mo Tingshen, not in a hurry, ate breakfast alone.

Chu Yao had two scenes in the morning, and he went over during the shooting, standing behind the camera watching her, occasionally speaking with the Director.

During a break, Chu Yao returned to her trailer, and he followed her, closing the door behind them.

“What time did you leave this morning?”

Chu Yao was removing the wooden hairpin from her hair.

When she looked back at him, she was just slipping off her jacket from her shoulders.

Her eyes drifted across his face, paused slightly, and then she shrugged the jacket off entirely, tossing it onto the sofa casually.

“I don’t remember, seven thirty?”

Mo Tingshen placed the cake he bought on the table.

“What did you eat for breakfast?”

“Steamed corn dumplings.”

She opened a box of cake and took a small piece.

Mo Tingshen took a bottle of milk from the fridge, unscrewed the cap, and placed it next to her, then sat down on the sofa opposite her, though more like leaning against the armrest.

When Chu Yao ate, he generally didn’t talk, just sat beside her, dealing with emails.

After Chu Yao took a couple of sips of milk to wash it down, she screwed the cap back on and asked, “When are you leaving?”

“In a while, what’s up?”

“Nothing,” she said, wiping her mouth with a napkin, “don’t come again; I find you annoying to look at.”

Mo Tingshen’s eyes glanced at her, his expression calm and unchanged, with a slight curve at the edge of his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes, “Okay.”

He got up, walked over, and leaned closer, placing one hand on the table, inching forward slightly, bending down and staring intently at Chu Yao.

With this, though his other hand didn’t move, he nearly encompassed her whole body beneath his frame.

“What’s going on with you and the third male lead?”

Chu Yao remained unperturbed, peeling a shrimp and putting it in her mouth, slowly chewing, only after swallowing did she look up at him, “Trying to flirt with me to get resources.”

Her resources were good, her background mysterious, Shengchen’s resources were at her disposal, jumping between movies and TV shows at will.

In the eyes of people in the industry, she was a hefty piece of meat, whoever had the skill to carve even a sliver off her could live off it for half a lifetime.

But Chu Yao was notoriously difficult to deal with, her peculiar personality, in the circle only Qu Xiaoxiao she barely gave attention to, she had almost no friends.

Those wanting to flirt with her couldn’t find a way in.

Mo Tingshen’s eyes were cold and deep, his voice indifferent, “Did you give him a chance?”

Chu Yao instinctively frowned, very much averse to it, “Do you think I’m just anything, that I’d take a fancy to every kind of riffraff?”

Mo Tingshen arched an eyebrow, his expression just easing, but then he saw Chu Yao brazenly gazing from his waist to his chest, pausing at his Adam’s apple for a second, then her gaze moved upward, fixing on his face.

“At least with your level of looks, I’d be willing to glance more than once.”

Mo Tingshen bit down on his molars, a humorless laugh escaping, “Are you flirting with your brother?”

“Uh-huh,” Chu Yao picked up a milk bun, took a bite, her voice muffled, “Can’t I?”

“You can.”

Mo Tingshen tapped the table, “I won’t be afraid of any trouble you cause; I’ve got you covered.

If you’re bullied, call me.

As for anyone knocking at your door at night, it’s up to you to decide how to handle it.”

He looked at the carefree girl, “Brother’s leaving now.”