Yang Jingxing was decisive: "Let's not talk about this anymore... If a movie was made based on you, what kind of job would you like the male protagonist to do?"

Cheng Yaoyao thought for a moment, looked at Yang Jingxing, and seemed a little embarrassed to reveal: "Police... or teacher, high school or university teacher."

Yang Jingxing's imagination: "Did you go to visit the male protagonist under the pressure of his love affair being exposed after he was gloriously injured while punishing rape and killing evil?"

Cheng Yaoyao chuckled, then dimmed again: "...It's just an imagination. In fact, I don't have much fondness for the police in reality, especially the traffic police!"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "I heard about what happened that time... If you don't want to be unhappy, then become a teacher."

Cheng Yaoyao seemed a little divided: "It's the same with teachers, there aren't many who really deserve respect."

Yang Jingxing was helpless: "Look, you blame the public for being prejudiced against artists. You yourself are also prejudiced against other professions. They are against each other."

Cheng Yaoyao sighed and looked optimistically at Yang Jingxing: "That's what I like about you. I have never seen you unhappy or having any negative emotions."

Yang Jingxing was embarrassed: "It's too much, so I can't bring it to work."

Cheng Yaoyao seemed to be serious: "You answer all the questions during the rehearsal and performance. I have never seen you get angry..."

"They are all seniors." Yang Jingxing felt aggrieved: "Who should I get angry at?"

Cheng Yaoyao blamed herself a little: "But sometimes I can't control it."

Yang Jingxing said: "After eight years of my debut, I will definitely have a stronger temper than you."

Cheng Yaoyao chuckled: "I thought you wouldn't... When I first came on stage, I felt reassured when I heard your voice. Later, I felt unsure when you weren't around."

Yang Jingxing was very embarrassed: "I'm still learning from your experience... Come over, there are many mosquitoes and it's getting late. I'll take you home."

Cheng Yaoyao thought: "It's not until nine o'clock, it's still early. I can't sleep until twelve o'clock. I'm used to it, so I don't need to remove makeup and take care of myself today."

Yang Jingxing insisted: "It's already late when we get home. I have to go back early. I still have a few phone calls to make."

Cheng Yaoyao asked seriously: "What is it? Is it so important?"
Chapter completed!