He Xiaowen herself didn't know whether she and Wang Ping had reconciled or not.

He wouldn't let her live outside with his senior brother, saying it was outrageous for a man and a widow to live together in the same room, but in the end he put her in his place, sharing the same room with her... At this time, he didn't say it was outrageous.

Really? He Xiaowen felt that this man really had double standards, but she couldn't resist him. She looked for several houses, and every time she negotiated with the landlord, he messed her up. He didn't quarrel with her, anyway, she

If she dares to run out, he can catch her back.

It's really like the routine in a bloody novel - she escapes from him, but she can't fly without wings.

The work itself was tiring enough, and He Xiaowen really didn't have the energy to bother with him, so she simply treated it as renting a house in his home and treated him as the landlord. She turned around and stuffed him with the rent returned by her senior brother.

In his hand, "That's all I have now. This house of yours is not cheap. Just pay it for now and make up for it later. Can you clean up the unused small warehouse next to it? The beds are all ready-made. Just clean it up."

The guest room is available, I’ll stay.”

Wang Ping did not refuse. When she gave him the money, he kept it. When she wanted to stay in a guest room, he packed up the small warehouse and gave it to her.

She now travels around the studio, and her work place is not fixed. Sometimes he will ask the driver to drop her off when the distance is too far and there is no time. Sometimes it is too late to dub and he can't get a taxi. He will pick her up, but he won't say much when he picks her up.

, two people are like strangers living under the same roof, occasionally exchanging a few words.

He Xiaowen briefly told Nan Song the situation, and Nan Song frowned as he listened.

"Then where are you now? Are you at home?"

"I don't."

He Xiaowen's voice sounded a little hoarse and tired, "I'm still in the studio. I just finished recording a scene and I'll give you a call during the break."

Nan Song glanced at the time on his phone and frowned, "Do you record until so late every day?"

"No, it depends on the situation. If you have a job, you have to go."

He Xiaowen said: "And it is indeed quieter at night, people's emotions are more sensitive, and it is easier to empathize with the characters."

Nan Song felt something was wrong no matter what he heard, "Your job doesn't sound like a serious profession."

He Xiaowen laughed twice, with a sense of joy in the bitterness: "The taxi driver who sent me to the shed today also said the same thing... It's not all the fault of you capitalists. Every time you put on a drama,

As soon as we got to the later stage, we started to reduce costs. I cried all kinds of poverty, time was tight, and the tasks were urgent. The money was given back very little, and the ones allocated to our voice actors were simply rare. Alas, this line of work is much more difficult than I thought, and we have to take our time.

Just have to endure it..."

Nan Song thought that with He Xiaowen's beauty and figure, if she worked as an anchor and brought goods and made cosmetics, she would make more money than she does now.

But her family probably wouldn't allow her to do this, and Uncle Wang Ping might not be happy to watch her "sell her sex."

"I won't tell you anymore. You called me over there. When you go back to Nancheng, call Jingjing and Xiaoyou. Let's find some time to get together."

He Xiaowen hung up the phone.

Nan Song held the phone and sighed softly.

Yu Jinwen handed her a glass of red wine, "What's wrong? The relationship between uncle and aunt is not going well?"

"Don't mention it. One of them is bored and the other is holding back. Neither of them takes the initiative. They are both worried to death."

"Don't worry."

Yu Jinwen comforted her, "Although one is depressed and the other is holding back, as long as we have each other in our hearts, the barrier will be broken sooner or later."

Nan Song took a sip of red wine and said, "I hope so."

After taking a bath and taking a shower, Nan Song walked out of the bathroom first and went to the cloakroom to change into pajamas. Only then did she remember that the suitcase she had brought back had not yet been unpacked.

I opened the suitcase and was about to take out the contents when I saw several sets of pajamas packed in the bag.

Those items that fourth brother picked out for her.
Chapter completed!