927 Madam, Don’t Worry!
"Mm!" Lin Nuan cleared her throat and said, "Just arrived, so I thought of calling Huai'an to inform him about it. When I dialed the number, I forgot about the time difference. I was about to hang up when you answered the call…"
Lin Nuan explained the rationale behind her call in what she thought was a clear manner, continuing without giving Little Lu time to react, "Nainai is my personal assistant and bodyguard. She has been staying with me in the presidential suite all along. Why did you arrange a separate room for Nainai this time? Isn't this being a little too wasteful?"
On the other end of the line, Little Lu seemed to have paused momentarily before hurriedly apologizing. "Apologies, Madam. Perhaps there are too many matters right now, so the secretary's office made a mistake when booking the hotel. It's my fault for not instructing them properly…"
Lin Nuan let out a long exhale. It would have been a lie to say that she wasn't disappointed. However, she could understand. Fu Huai'an was such a busy man, so how would he have the time to play Mr. Romantic with her every day?
"Never mind, it's just that it's a bit of a pity that we can't cancel the room. Remember to remind Huai'an to rest early and not be overly exhausted!" Lin Nuan said.
"Okay, I'll take good care of Sir. Madam, don't worry!"
After ending the call, Lin Nuan walked to the bellboy that was waiting to take her luggage to her suite. She nodded at him, and the bellboy happily took her luggage upstairs.
Honestly speaking, being overseas, Lin Nuan was a little uneasy. She constantly felt that danger lurked everywhere when she was abroad. Having You Nainai by her side put her mind at ease a little.
She said to You Nainai, "They booked an extra room. If you don't want to stay in the suite, you can stay in the other room. If you're willing to stay in the suite, then just leave the other room empty first. If someone in our crew needs the room, they can't take it!"
You Nainai nodded. "I feel more reassured staying with you in the suite!"
Lin Nuan felt the same way.
After she reached the suite with You Nainai, when she was about to tip the bellboy, Lin Nuan turned around to see Cen Mo, who was handing the bellboy paper currency with two fingers.
Lin Nuan was very surprised. Cen Mo smiled and explained, "The door to your room wasn't closed…"
Lin Nuan was rendered speechless.
Staring at Cen Mo, who came in uninvited, Lin Nuan asked, "Where's Song Yao?"
Because of Tuan Tuan and Song Yao, even though Lin Nuan once wasn't so fond of Cen Mo, she was willing to tolerate him within limits.
Tolerance wasn't acceptance. After all, Lin Nuan wasn't the one living everyday life with Cen Mo, and neither was she relatives, friends, or close family with Cen Mo, so there wasn't a need for her to accept him.
Cen Mo sized up the suite and looked rather satisfied. He said, "If you're tired, stay at home and rest. I brought you two assistants…"
Cen Mo snapped his fingers loudly, and in through the door came two big and burly foreign women, the kind that were even taller and more muscular than men. Standing next to those two foreign women, in comparison, You Nainai looked incredibly petite and cute.
"In Morocco, you can give them orders in all matters, regardless of what matter it is!"
Lin Nuan could sense that Cen Mo had emphasized the "regardless of what matter."
Before she came, Fu Huai'an had said that Morocco was Cen Mo's territory.
Lin Nuan wouldn't refuse Cen Mo's good intentions. She was someone who could appreciate kind gestures. After nodding, Lin Nuan sincerely thanked Cen Mo. "Thanks!"
"I heard that your production crew's vanguard has already arrived and is currently working hard to set up the set. The director and the rest should still be at the transit airport. Since the shooting starts tomorrow, you should be free this afternoon. Do you have the time to come over to my place for a meal? Song Yao will certainly be happy to see you…"
When Cen Mo mentioned Song Yao, there was endless gentleness in his deep eyes.
Since she owed him a favor…
She accepted such a huge favor from Cen Mo in Morocco, so Lin Nuan could only transform into a surprise that Cen Mo prepared for Song Yao. Having accepted Cen Mo's dinner invitation, Lin Nuan proceeded to get ready to leave with him.
Lin Nuan hadn't had the time to unpack her luggage yet, but since she was going to someone else's house as a guest, even if Lin Nuan chose not to wear makeup, she needed to wash her face and change her clothes.
There was plenty of time, so Cen Mo didn't rush Lin Nuan. He told her that he would wait for her in the hotel lobby.
After washing her face and coming out, Lin Nuan paused in surprise when she opened one of her pieces of luggage…
Inside were Tuan Tuan's pajamas, his caps, his favorite jacket and hoodie, his little socks, and some of the small cartoon bags that he liked. There were even Tuan Tuan's favorite picture book and toy car, on top of some of Fu Huai'an's casual home clothes and underwear. From the way they were arranged, Tuan Tuan must have stuffed them in randomly.
Lin Nuan couldn't resist laughing out loud. That was probably the piece of luggage that Tuan Tuan had packed for her!
You Nainai was already done packing up and was waiting outside for Lin Nuan. Lin Nuan didn't delay further, hurriedly opening another piece of luggage. That time around, Lin Nuan found the things she said were necessary for the trip.
Lin Nuan changed her clothes, took a shoulder bag and her phone, and exited the bedroom. She then went downstairs to ride in Cen Mo's car.
Cen Mo heard the news that Lin Nuan's mother, Ji Yun, had passed away, but he hadn't told Song Yao.
On the way, when Cen Mo raised this matter with Lin Nuan, he frowned and lit a cigarette, saying with one hand on the steering wheel, "I'm not trying to rub salt in your wound. I've also lost my mother. I know that it's especially at times like this that you should be together with your friends. If you don't mention it, you won't feel sad!"
Lin Nuan could sense the great shift in attitude that Cen Mo had towards her. Although he still sounded arrogant and cold, she could hear the gentleness in his voice.
Originally, they were two people who hated each other's guts. Lin Nuan didn't know if Cen Mo's change in attitude towards her was due to Song Yao or because both of them had lost their mothers.
She had thought… that she was the surprise that Cen Mo had prepared for Song Yao.
When they passed by a florist, Lin Nuan saw Song Yao's favorite hyacinth, so she asked the driver to stop. She then got out of the car and bought a bouquet of fresh flowers…
Since she was visiting Song Yao, Lin Nuan should bring Song Yao something she liked.
But Cen Mo's invitation had come out of the blue to Lin Nuan, so she could only buy Song Yao some flowers on the way there. That, plus a box of chocolates like she had given Song Yao two years ago, something that Song Yao didn't even eat and was only meant to satisfy Lin Nuan's own cravings. This was a little chemistry between Lin Nuan, Song Yao, and Bai Xiaonian.
When Lin Nuan came out of the florist shop with a bouquet of flowers in her arms, the Moroccan skies had turned dark. It was raining. The pedestrians who didn't carry umbrellas had quickened their pace, lightly jogging on the pedestrian paths.
You Nainai pushed open the florist shop's door, which had a bell that rang whenever the door was opened. It was then that she saw the stray dogs that had come over to hide from the rain. They were startled by the ringing of the bell, running out several steps and into the rain. They stared at You Nainai and Lin Nuan with wary and pitiful looks.
The heavy rain made the stray dogs' fur wet and drenched, revealing their bony frames. They were clearly disheveled, yet one stray dog's eyes were particularly black and bright, so bright that they looked like black pearls that were cleansed by the heavy rain.
Lin Nuan suddenly remembered Xiao Bai, whom Lin Ran told her about that night. When she thought of how Lin Ran had said that there was no chance for her to make it up to Ji Yun and Xiao Bai anymore, she felt a sour sensation in her heart…