Master's Little Girl Has Grown Up

Feng Qingyan looked in the direction of Beiming Yue's car not far away.    

A complicated emotion flashed across her eyes. Beiming Yue actually stayed with her in the film set for several days straight.    

Although she was worried that she would run away, if he was a little more stubborn and did not accompany her to the set and confined her by his side, she would not be able to do anything about it.    

But Beiming Yue did not do that. Instead, he let her do what she wanted to do. He would rather stay with her on the set every day.    

Feng Qingyan's heart seemed to be lightly pounded by something. It trembled slightly and felt a little sad.    

"Yan Qing, why are you still standing? It's over!" Someone saw her standing still and reminded her.    

Feng Qingyan came back to her senses. " Yes, I know."    

Not far away, the female lead cast a disdainful glance at her and then got into her car.    

After this movie ended, this b * tch would never be able to mingle in the industry again.    

Feng Qingyan walked towards Beiming Yue's car.    

After getting into the car, Feng Qingyan softly said, "Go back."    

The car slowly moved forward.    

Feng Qingyan spoke again, "Beiming Yue."    

Beiming Yue looked at her and asked, "What's wrong?"    

Feng Qingyan looked up and said, "This movie will be finished tomorrow. My work is also finished. There will be a celebration banquet tonight. Everyone will go."    

"You want to go too?" Beiming Yue asked.    

Feng Qingyan nodded." Yeah. "    

Beiming Yue said, "No!"    

His tone was overbearing and could not be refused!    

Feng Qingyan,... ""    

Her brain must have been fried. Just now, she actually thought that Beiming Yue would directly agree.    

Beiming Yue said again, "What's there to get together with those people? Isn't it just eating and drinking?!"    

Feng Qingyan did not want to speak at all!    

After returning to the hotel, Beiming Yue and Feng Qingyan returned to the suite upstairs.    

Rong Ye sent the two of them to the hotel entrance and left.    

Feng Qingyan looked at the car shadow that was far away and asked in puzzlement, "Rong Ye, what's the matter?"    

Beiming Yue cast a sidelong glance at him. "Why do you care about him?"    

Feng Qingyan said, "I was just casually asking."    

After returning to his room, Beiming Yue went to the wine cabinet and picked out a bottle of red wine and placed it on the dining table.    

Because he usually drank, Feng Qingyan did not mind and turned around to go upstairs.    

It would be closed tomorrow. The day after tomorrow, they would have to leave the film studio base and return to the capital. She would not be able to see the baby for the time being.    

Feng Qingyan's thoughts were a little chaotic. She suddenly wanted to tell Beiming Yue that the baby was his son.    

But she was also worried... He could not accept it.    

Feng Qingyan stayed on the sofa in the room for a long time before she realized that Beiming Yue did not follow her.    

She immediately got up and left the room.    

Downstairs, Rong Ye was tidying up his things.    

Feng Qingyan asked, "Rong Ye, where is your Sect Chief?"    

Rong Ye pointed in the direction of the restaurant and replied, "Miss Feng, the Sect Master is in the kitchen."    

Hearing this, Feng Qingyan was stunned for a moment as if she had misheard and asked again, "What did you say?"    

"The kitchen." Rong Ye laughed lightly, "He is cooking for you."    

Cooking!!    

Feng Qingyan,... "You... Are you sure you are talking about your Sect Master?"    

This matter was indeed quite inconceivable. She laughed dryly and said, "You will know after you go and take a look."    

Feng Qingyan walked in the direction of the restaurant in disbelief.    

After passing through the long dining table, there was a private kitchen behind.    

They usually did not eat outside. When they did not order food, Beiming Yue would find a private custom-made chef to cook.    

But why did Beiming Yue do it himself today?    

Walking to the kitchen door, Feng Qingyan looked at the man's somewhat irritable side profile and asked, "Beiming Yue, you... Are you alright?"    

Hearing this, a trace of embarrassment flashed across Beiming Yue's handsome face. He pursed his lips and did not say anything. He lowered his eyes and did not look at her.