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ional jury, composed of film workers and professional media workers recommended and invited by the Film Golden Award Selection Committee.The awards are judged by a panel of ten experts, including a ch...Leaving in a huff, Warmth felt anger rising within her. She should have known they had eaten with Cai Xia Jing outside. This had been a wasted effort. What she hated most about Ye Fei Mo was this: whenever he wasn't happy, he wouldn't eat and never considered what kind of person he truly was.

She was clearing the table when Ye Fei Mo came out of the bedroom. Wen Nu stopped and looked at him coldly. Ye Fei Mo walked over and ate obediently. Wen Nu lost her appetite, threw down her plate and sat opposite him. The food had gone cold. In the end, she couldn't bear to be too cruel, so she took it to the microwave, reheated it and brought it back. Ye Fei Mo didn't say a word. Wen Nu understood that he also had nothing to say.

She had no appetite, only drinking soup. Even if she was angry, she wouldn't leave him to eat alone. Ye Fimuo disliked that feeling, and so did she.

For half an hour, the two sat in silence.

After Ye Fei Mo finished dinner, Wen Nuan poured the leftovers and cleaned up before leaving the kitchen. Ye Fei Mo sat in the living room waiting for her. Wen Nuan pretended not to see him and went into the bedroom. Ye Fei Mo followed her in with a stoic expression.

"What time are we leaving tomorrow"

When he asked Wen Nuan several times, she remained silent, so he stopped asking. After taking a shower, Wen Nuan called Lily to tell her to come over early tomorrow, then started packing her luggage.

Warm hands and feet were very nimble, packing up the things to take only took half an hour. It was just a small suitcase, and when it was packed, she went straight to bed. Ye Fei Mo had already burrowed under the covers. This was when Wen Nuan calmly said, "Leave at ten o'clock tomorrow."

Ye Fei Mo lay down, sulking in silence. Wen Warm opened her computer and replied to a few emails. After finishing her work, she was online and logged into Weibo. She was shocked to see tens of thousands of retweets, nearly 100,000 comments, and almost one million new fans. After the Golden Chapter Award, her Weibo had indeed become popular. These people couldn't find anyone else to vent their frustrations on, so they all came for her.

Warmly couldn't resist, clicked on the comments below, and was immediately stunned. Sure enough, it was a gathering of all sorts, arguing with each other. They said everything and cursed everything. The most common phrase was about unspoken rules. There were also many who scolded their grandparents and ancestors. It was all unpleasant language.

Cai Xiaojing told her not to come up for now, which proved to be the right decision. Her official website is doing much better; it's a genuine fan support group with administrators who keep things in order. Anyone who says nasty things gets kicked out of the website, so most of the arguments have moved to Weibo.

She smiled gently and didn't mind, but she did notice something interesting. Lin Ning was arguing with people on Weibo for her sake, some even helping out with vicious and cruel words.

She shook her head, the fans did the same.

If she's feeling down, she'll go online and start a fight with someone. How satisfying! Lin Ning is the ultimate brawler; no one dares to be reckless around him. His loyal fans are all sharp-tongued people. Getting into a fight with them is like courting death, right

It's estimated that many people came to help fight, which is why it's so lively.

Besides a few close friends who supported her, the host of the Kim Jong-il Award, Pei Jun, also spoke up. Even Peng Shuyao, one of the four beauties of Anning, helped speak up. These people were all very influential, but they still couldn't stop the tense situation from escalating.

She was reading peacefully, enjoying the warmth. She read a few pages and then got distracted. She sent a message about promoting it tomorrow. Her Weibo account is only used by her and Cai Xiaoting, no one else has access. General work information is usually posted by Cai Xiaoting, but she rarely uses it unless it's important. For trivial matters like this, she’s too lazy to even bother.

I quietly went to look at Han Bi's Weibo. Last night, Han Bi posted a photo of herself in that red dress with a caption: "Birds cannot fly across the sea, only because there is no waiting on the other shore. The past cannot be pursued, why be foolish"

A sharp pang shot through her heart. She turned to her own page, and after a while, she found hundreds of comments. The warmth felt meaningless. She closed Weibo, shut down her computer and tossed it aside, then switched off the lights and went to sleep.

She and Ye Fei Mo rarely slept this early.

He was busy, and sometimes when things piled up, he had to stay in the study until very late. Before they were married, Wenwen didn't really care about his schedule. After they got married, Wenwen always made sure he finished all his work by 11 pm so he could rest.

They are all night owls, rarely going to bed before 10 pm. This applies to Ye Feimo and Wen Nuan as well.

The silence in the darkness was suffocating.

Warmth didn't remember when she fell asleep. When she woke up, Ye Fei Mo was already gone. It was nine o'clock by the time she got out of bed; Ye Fei Mo had already gone to work. Warmth washed, changed, and dressed herself. She made a simple breakfast to eat.

The little assistant called, the car was already downstairs. Wenwen quickly tidied up and went out with her suitcase. Lily and the driver were waiting downstairs. The little assistant, Lily, was 2 years older than Wenwen and had just graduated from university. Although she was careless at work, she was very lively and lovely.

As soon as Lily got in the car, she started talking about her itinerary. Warm raised her hand to stop her, saying that she had already looked it over. Lily smiled, and the car drove to the airport. Director Zhang, Chen Xue-ru, Zhuo Bingbing, Chen Hang, and a few others were all waiting in the departure lounge. The group of people boarded the plane together.

Wen Wen thought about it, and sent a text message to Ye Fei Mo before boarding the plane: I'm on the plane.

Ye Fei Mo quickly replied with a single character, "Hmm."

Warmth wanted to shut down, but after thinking about it, I sent one more message, reminding her to eat.

The flight attendant reminded passengers to turn off their phones, so she finally hung up.

Chen Xue ru sat beside her, smiling and whispering, "Did you have a fight with Ye Er"

"It's not a fight," he said with a warm smile, "Just a cold war. Don't worry about us. How's Zhao Yuning doing"

Chen Xue's eyes darkened, "The child is gone. It seems like she slipped during a prenatal check-up and miscarried."

Warm silence, another miscarriage.

"What's wrong"

"It's okay."

"How could nothing be wrong You look troubled." Chen Xue said worriedly, Zhu Bingbing and Chen Hang were chatting at the back. The first-class cabin wasn't crowded anyway, it was quiet and warm. Sighing softly, Chen Xue said, "You said there was no fight."

"Zhao Yuning is pregnant, you really don't mind at all" Wen Nuan asked.

Chen Xue-ru smiled wryly, "How could I not mind But, if it weren't for me and Xiao Nian suddenly intervening, Zhao Yu-ning would have married Shu Wen, and they would have a happy family. It's because of my mother and son that she has no home to return to, and she even worries about her child being harmed. What else could I possibly mind Even if there are knots in my heart, I have to forget them. This matter was originally my fault. If I continue to mind it, wouldn't that be unreasonable I sincerely hope that Miss Zhao will be safe, and so will her child. Although I don't know how to face it, if I hurt them again because of me, I would feel guilty. Whether I mind or not would become a small problem."o open her eyes, so she pretended to be asleep and eventually fell asleep for real.Ye Fei's expression had improved a little. He lowered his head and looked at her, and she was indeed wearing his shir...