Zhan Bo looked at the bottle of mineral water in front of him, lowered his head, and silently took out a bottle of water from his black bag.
He took two sips as if he was immune to Song Ke's signature smile. "Thank you, I brought my own water."
Song Ke was stunned, and her hand stiffened.
She thought that Zhan Bo would accept the bottle of water regardless of whether he was thirsty or not.
Moreover, ever since she was given the title of "God of Love", her confidence had exploded. She had never failed in front of the opposite sex.
No one could resist her sweet smile.
She had once received over 20 million likes from a smiling video.
The men in the comment section all said that their souls would be stolen if she smiled.
Looking at Zhan Bo's expressionless face, Song Ke started to doubt life.
But then she remembered that he always looked so proud and indifferent. She felt a little better.
Wasn't Zhan Bo's attitude towards Little Xiao also very mild?
Hence, the problem wasn't with her.
Song Ke was comforting herself when she heard Zhan Bo say, "Qiao Mianmian, are you thirsty? Do you want some water? I have another bottle here."
"No need, I'm not thirsty."
"Alright, let me know if you're thirsty."
Zhan Bo drank water and asked Qiao Mianmian about it. He then lowered his cap and prepared to sleep.
But he was afraid that some fool would wake him up when he was about to fall asleep and specially instructed a production member. "I didn't sleep enough in the morning, so I'm taking a nap now. Before we arrive, don't call me unless the sky collapses."
With that, Zhan Bo turned around and put on his cap to catch up on his sleep.
Song Ke stood rooted to the ground, still holding the bottle of water.
She'd thought that Zhan Bo treated everyone the same.
But just now…
He actually took the initiative to ask Qiao Mianmian if she was thirsty?
This meant that Zhan Bo wasn't as cold and unapproachable as she thought. And she felt that he was cold only to her?
Song Ke's expression darkened.
She looked at Qiao Mianmian's exquisite and perfect face. It would be a lie to say that she wasn't jealous at all.
No matter how unhappy she was, she had to admit that Qiao Mianmian was really good-looking.
She was the kind of girl who you couldn't bear to look away.
What made Song Ke even more jealous was that it wasn't even plastic surgery.
Every artiste in the industry, whether male or female, had their faces cut.
It was obvious.
And no matter how good they looked, they still looked a little unnatural. A little different from natural beauty.
Song Ke was jealous and said sourly, "Hehe, some people are really impressive. No wonder they're called 'flirting experts'. They really flirt wherever they go."