Ye Yuxi didn’t hear Wen Zhengrong’s reply for a long time. The temperature on his face gradually faded, and he looked up at Wen Zhengrong nervously: "Aren’t you hungry? Or... don’t want to eat?"

Wen Zhengrong woke up like a dream, took the bag with a faint smile, and took Ye Yuxi to sit on the sofa in the lounge.

"I just finished filming and haven't eaten yet. I'm hungry. Have you eaten yet?"

Ye Yuxi nodded: “Well, I ate before I came here, are you hungry? Let’s eat first.”

"Yeah." Wen Zhengrong opened the lunch box that Ye Yuxi had brought under Ye Yuxi's expectant gaze.

Because it is a heat-preserving lunch box, the food in the box is still warm.

In the insulation box, most of them are some very common home cooking, plus a bowl of ginseng chicken soup that is very fragrant.

Ye Yuxi was the first time to give food to people. He was still a man. After seeing the food, his eyes began to flicker. Look here and there, but he didn't dare to look at Wen Zhengrong's face.

"Well, I don't know how to cook, and I can only make one or two home-cooked dishes. If it doesn't taste good, just say, I'll go out and buy you another one later."

"No need." Before Ye Yuxi finished speaking, Wen Zhengrong interrupted her with a faint smile, "These are pretty good. The food outside is rich in oil and water, and eating too much is not good for your health."

Wen Zhengrong said that he put a piece of braised pork into his mouth, and praised: "It's delicious."

Ye Yuxi coldly hit his eyes, his face flushed again, and he hurriedly took the box containing fruits and pastries: "You like it."

The two of them just said something without saying a word while eating.

And shortly after Wen Zhengrong finished eating, the door of the lounge suddenly opened, and his agent suddenly poked his head out of the door and said anxiously: "Wen, you are here, director..."

The agent's words stopped abruptly, staring at Ye Yuxi in the lounge and the lunch box placed in front of Wen Zhengrong.

Wen Zhengrong, seeing his manager staring at Ye Yuxi, twisted his eyebrows slightly, and said coldly: "What's wrong with the director?"

The manager, Ru Meng, woke up, embarrassed: "The director talked about your scene with Ms. An. He asked if you had finished eating, and then hurried over after eating."

"I see, I'll go over immediately." Wen Zhengrong finished speaking to the agent, then turned to Ye Yuxi, "What about you? Are you going to rest here or go back?"

The gentle tone formed a sharp contrast with the tone of business when facing him, and the agent almost thought that he had hallucinations.

Ye Yuxi hurriedly stood up and said in a low voice: "You don't need to worry about me, just keep all these, I will go out after packing up."

Wen Zhengrong was a little worried: "It doesn't matter if you are alone?"

"Well, you go quickly, don't make people wait too long."

The agent standing at the door silently: "..." This dialogue, why is this scene so like an old couple? Hey, wait, something weird seems to be coming in!

Wen Zhengrong saw Ye Yuxi's insistence and didn't force it anymore. He changed the subject and said, "Then you will wait for me after you finish packing. I still have about two scenes today. It won't be too long. It won't be too long until I finish shooting. You go back."

"No, I just need to go back by myself." Ye Yuxi wanted to refuse, but he froze after looking at the Zhengrong eyes, biting his lip and nodded insignificantly.

Wen Zhengrong’s expression improved, and he left the lounge with his agent.