Lu Li's manager, Song Ming, breathed a deep sigh of relief when he saw Nan Wan backstage at the press conference. He hurriedly ran to her side, looking ingratiating, "Ancestor, you're finally here. I thought you were going to ditch me."
Nan Wan tossed the handbag in her hand into his arms and walked straight towards the direction of the lounge, the sound of her high heels tapping on the ground was crisp, her tone lazy and leisurely, "The fact that you think that way about me is truly dark."
"I wouldn't dare," Song Ming, holding the bag, smiled ingratiatingly, jogged forward, knocked on the lounge door, got Lu Li's permission, then opened it, bending over with one hand making an extremely respectful gesture, "Please."
The lounge was very bright, with sunlight streaming through the glass and falling on the floor, giving the whole room excellent lighting.
Her ex-husband was lounging on the sofa, leisurely sipping coffee.
Dressed in a casual outfit, the stylist had put a lot of effort into the small details, and even ordinary pieces looked different on him.
The air was filled with the smell of coffee, mixed with a faint scent of tobacco.
Nan Wan walked in, casually threw her coat aside, sat down beside him, and quipped with a smile, "Wow, the big star who is used to grand scenes really is different from ordinary people, so calm."
Lu Li looked up and met Nan Wan's smiling face.
Nan Wan is a quarter Russian White, yet her features have a very refined and fresh charm; when she smiles, her eyes curve like crescent moons, with two dimples on her cheeks, as sweet as a fairy.
She usually adopts a minimalist style, never dresses so provocatively, and certainly doesn't wear such intense perfume.
Despite knowing her for so many years, it's the first time Lu Li has seen this side of her.
After a brief moment of distraction, a faint smile appeared on Lu Li's face, his tone no different from usual, "My acting isn't good, the grand scenes have to rely on Miss Nan to hold up."
Nan Wan withdrew her gaze, gave a light laugh, and looked down to hide the emotions in her eyes.
Then, she suddenly stood up from the sofa, walked in front of Lu Li, lifted her skirt, and twirled around, ending with a seductive wink, "How do you think I look in this? Am I the typical seductive vixen?"
The flowing skirt danced in waves with her movement, a beauty full of elegance.
Lu Li looked at the deliberately enchanting smiling Nan Wan in front of him, a bit lost in thought, his grip on the cup handle loosening.
When asking Nan Wan for help, he knew this day would come eventually, not because others were incapable, but because he could only trust her, and only she would help him unconditionally.
"Nan Wan," Lu Li placed the coffee on the table, stood up, walked over to Nan Wan, his face unusually earnest, "Thank you."
Nan Wan was momentarily stunned, then smiled indifferently, raised her hand to adjust Lu Li's collar, her voice low, "Friends don't say thank you."
Besides, she had her own motives.
It was to ask herself if she had any guilt.
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