Second pregnancy, sixth child: The beloved mom's disguise has been exposed again.

Chapter 304 Who sent her the flowers?

The crew quickly entered the middle stage of filming.

Ning Yao is busy every day. Besides going to the film set, she goes home and falls asleep as soon as she gets her head down.

She had almost no time to think about anything else; in her dreams, the image of a man would always appear in her mind.

The man was tall and slender, dressed in a smart camouflage combat uniform. When he turned his face, his eyes, like those of a hawk, were bright and sharp.

It's Wen Tingye...

Late at night, Ning Yao opened her eyes groggily and looked at the empty bedroom, feeling somewhat lost.

She hasn't heard from the man since he called her last time...

A sense of worry welled up in Ning Yao's heart. This person either doesn't think about it, or once he does, he never stops.

With Wen Tingye on the battlefield, this phone call could potentially jeopardize his personal safety.

Thinking of this, Ning Yao's idea of ​​calling Wen Tingye vanished instantly.

Nothing could compare to the man's safety, including her forced suppression of her longing for him.

After waking up, Ning Yao was no longer sleepy. She got out of bed, turned on the light in the room, and walked to the wardrobe.

Yu Bai pulled open the cabinet door, revealing a cheongsam hanging inside. It was the one the production crew had arranged for her when she took her costume fitting photos.

Wen Tingye also said that he really liked her wearing this moon-white cheongsam adorned with begonia flowers, and that she would wear it for him when he came back.

It was just a joke, but Ning Yao took it to heart. She spent a lot of money to buy the cheongsam and carefully put it in her wardrobe, waiting for the man to come back so that she could wear it for him as he wished.

This could be considered a little surprise she prepared for Wen Tingye.

Ning Yao glanced at the cheongsam a few times, her mind returning to its previous state, and she quickly climbed back into bed.

She leaned gently against the headboard, her black hair falling to the side of her neck, her beautiful fox-like eyes clear and innocent, holding a hint of girlish thoughts, and finally stared at the script until dawn.

In the early morning, Ning Yao changed her clothes. There was an assistant living in the living room who was responsible for driving her around.

She was a female bodyguard who always had a stern face, like an iceberg, without any emotion, like a cold machine that only carried out its master's orders. Ning Yao didn't even know her name.

She always stayed by Ning Yao's side, quietly protecting her, much like Ning Yao's shadow.

Today, Ning Yao was in the mood to say a few words to this icy female bodyguard, who was also her 'shadow'.

"What's your name?" Ning Yao asked, turning her head to look at the female bodyguard behind her as she changed her shoes.

The 'shadow' paused slightly as it picked up the shoe, as if it hadn't expected Ning Yao to speak to it first. It hesitated for two seconds before replying.

"My name is Guan Ying." Guan Ying's voice was as calm and measured as her persona, and somewhat blank.

Ning Yao decided to play to his interests. She smiled and said, "Let's have a spar sometime. I know a little kung fu too."

She didn't know much about Guan Ying, so she could only start by working with things that interested her.

She had seen the little doll keychain on Guan Ying's backpack; it belonged to an internationally renowned qigong master, so Guan Ying must be a fan of this master.

"My duty is to protect you, not to abuse you," Guan Ying replied stiffly, clearly unwilling to fight Ning Yao.

On the one hand, she felt that Ning Yao was weak and could not withstand a fight; on the other hand, if she really fought Ning Yao, she would have to consider her personal safety and would be restrained, thus not being able to enjoy herself to the fullest.

"Oh? It's not certain who will beat whom yet..." Ning Yao casually tossed out a sentence, her voice alluring, before walking out.

Guan Ying raised an eyebrow and followed behind her without making a sound, then inexplicably glanced at Ning Yao's back.

This woman has quite the nerve...

Does she know how many awards she has received internationally?

She has already won four trophies in Muay Thai competitions alone, all in recognized international competitions, not to mention other sports such as Taekwondo, Sanda, and fencing. She can't even count them all herself; she'll have to go home and check the cabinet where the trophies are kept.

Guan Ying is a very good driver. She is only responsible for Ning Yao. The Rola stylist team has its own fleet of cars for transportation and is not under her jurisdiction.

Upon arriving on set, Guan Ying joined the makeup artists, acting as a nobody and trying her best to minimize her presence.

Ning Yao was putting on makeup when there was a noise outside the door, and a deliveryman walked in carrying a large bouquet of roses.

Seeing this, Zhao Peier was delighted. She got up, walked over, took the money, and sweetly said, "Thank you."

The deliveryman froze on the spot, not expecting that someone would so eagerly come up to take the flowers before he could even say anything...

But how did this woman know the flowers were for her?

"Are you Ms. Luo?" The deliveryman was cautious and didn't turn around and leave immediately, but instead asked.

This time, Zhao Peier was completely bewildered. Holding the flowers, her expression instantly froze.

"You've got it wrong. I'm the only one who receives flowers here every day. My surname is Zhao."

"Your surname is Zhao? Then these flowers aren't yours, I'm sorry."

"Excuse me, who is Miss Luo Xiyao?"

Upon hearing that the recipient's surname was Zhao, the deliveryman quickly took the bouquet of roses from her and then loudly called out the recipient's full name.

These roses are high-end roses that the customer ordered at a high price; each one costs over a hundred yuan. And this beautifully packaged bouquet in my hand costs over ten thousand yuan. I can't give the wrong bouquet!

Ning Yao was putting on makeup when she heard someone call her name, so she looked curiously toward the delivery guy.

When Rola heard someone calling Ning Yao, she stopped what she was doing. Ning Yao took the opportunity to get up and walk to the open space outside the film set.

Zhao Peier was still standing there, looking unhappy. She had been the one receiving flowers for the past few days. When would Luo Xiyao get a share?

"I am Luo Xiyao, so what?" Ning Yao walked past Zhao Peier, ignoring the displeasure on her face, and went straight to the deliveryman.

The deliveryman's eyes lit up when he saw Luo Xiyao come out in person.

He was actually quite curious about what kind of woman could make a customer spend such a high price to order a bouquet of flowers.

Upon closer inspection, I realized that sending these flowers was truly worthwhile.

"Here are your flowers, please sign for them." The deliveryman handed over the flowers, taking a quick, furtive look at them a couple more times.

Ning Yao had already changed into the crew's clothes, a riding outfit from the Republican era. Despite her gentle appearance, she still possessed a heroic spirit.

Ning Yao was much taller than the average girl, with long, straight legs, a slender figure, and a delicate face.

When she stood next to Zhao Peier, Zhao Peier, who was less than 1.65 meters tall, looked rather short.

Ning Yao ignored the deliveryman's amazed look, calmly reached out and took the pen. After signing for it, she raised an eyebrow and looked at the deliveryman.

Do you know who sent these flowers?

"The other party only left a surname, saying that it was surnamed Shen and that he was an old friend of Miss Luo."

Surname Shen? It was actually a gift from someone surnamed Shen.

Upon hearing this, Ning Yao fell into deep thought, several names flashing through her mind.

How come she doesn't remember having a friend with the surname Shen?

Upon hearing what the deliveryman said, Zhao Peier's face immediately turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

His surname is Shen, could it be Shen Jiangming?

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Shen Jiangming likes her, so why would he send flowers to Luo Xiyao?

"Was this the person who sent her the flowers?" Zhao Peier quickly took out her phone, pulled up Shen Jiangming's photo, and handed it to the deliveryman.

The deliveryman glanced at the photo and immediately shook his head.

"It wasn't him, it was another fair-skinned gentleman, who was about the same age as this gentleman."