The low-profile car slowly drove into the outskirts of Yancheng Film and Television City. Meng Jingwei said to Song Ci, "Pull over to the side. I'll get out here."
"Yes, Madam."
Song Ci stopped the car by the roadside.
Meng Jingwei held Qing Muyye's hand, "Let's go."
Her gaze was deep and reluctant.
Seeing Qing Muyye raise an eyebrow and cast a thoughtful glance, Meng Jingwei pursed her lips, smiled, leaned in, and kissed him on the cheek. "Bye-bye."
With that, she turned her head and reached for the door handle, but before her hand could touch it, Qing Muyye pulled her back. "Is this enough?"
He put his arm around her waist, lowered his head, and kissed her lips deeply, even biting her soft, sweet lips as a punishment.
"Hiss~"
Meng Jingwei winced in pain and gasped, "Why did you bite me?"
"So you'll remember." His sexy lips curved into a wicked, faint smile, and he lightly flicked her forehead with his hand. "Go on now, take good care of yourself."
"Mm."
Meng Jingwei rubbed her moist red lips with her slender, jade-like fingers, feigning anger as she glared at him. "Go on now."
Qing Muyye put his arm around her neck. "Did it hurt badly?"
He brushed away Meng Jingwei's fingers from her lips with his other hand, gently caressing her soft, sweet, and slightly bouncy lips with the pad of his thumb. "I'll be gentler next time."
"There's a next time?" she asked, frowning playfully.
The man leaned in, his forehead touching hers, and kissed her lips tenderly again, gently sucking her lower lip that he had bitten. "Just kidding. How could I bear to?"
"Really?"
Meng Jingwei looked up, her long, thick eyelashes fluttering against his face like windshield wipers, a ticklish sensation that stirred his heart.
Just as Qing Muyye felt a jolt run through him, wanting to press the woman against him, the little woman suddenly kissed him on the lips and, in retaliation, bit his mouth.
"Hiss!"
Qing Muyye gasped in pain, but before he could react, he saw the little woman pushing open the car door with a giggling laugh and quickly getting out.
She bent over outside the car, one hand on the door, her smile blooming like a flower. "An eye for an eye. We're even."
Qing Muyye licked his lips with his tongue, looking at her helplessly, his eyes filled with endless affection. "Yes, we're even."
"Bye-bye, I'm going now."
Meng Jingwei waved her hand and closed the door.
However, she closed the door slowly, her gaze lingering on him with reluctance.
Bang.
As the car door closed, separating their line of sight, Meng Jingwei finally turned and walked away with her bag.
Qing Muyye sat in the car, watching her as she gradually moved further away.
At this moment, it felt as if his heart had gone with her.
Song Ci sat in the driver's seat, propping his head up with one hand against the car window and resting the other on the steering wheel. He sighed, "Boss, you and Madam have such a good relationship."
He felt a touch of envy.
"You'll find your special someone sooner or later too." Qing Muyye retracted his gaze, lowered his head, and took out his phone to look at the information sent by the company staff. He said to Song Ci, "Let's head back to Lancheng."
There were still many matters at the company that required his attention, and he couldn't afford to delay.
Of course, no matter how important anything else was, it was not as important as A'Wei.
After Meng Jingwei walked away with her bag, she glanced back and saw Qing Muyye's car turning around to leave.
Normally, he would have waited until she had walked so far that he couldn't see her before leaving.
What did this indicate?
It naturally meant that he had urgent matters to attend to at his company!
Meng Jingwei turned back and continued walking towards the film crew. She took out her phone and sent a message to Qi He: [Check what's happening with Ah Ye's company.]