Movie King, Your Lover Ran Away with the Luggage Again!

　　"Hello, Mr. White."

　　I thought that my greeting was very restrained, but the comments on the bullet screen were frenzied.

　　[Damn it, why does this woman have an inexplicable feeling of being a couple with everyone?]

　　[Wow, Mr. White.]

　　[Molly, don't fall in love with Mr. White. Allen's heart will be broken.]

　　Why would Allen's heart be broken because of a hello?

　　I ignored these comments and made myself prepared for the filming coming ahead.

　　This episode was a bit more down-to-earth compared to the opening in the previous episode. The programming group asked the male guests to prepare a dinner to satisfy the female guests with 100 dollars.

　　100 dollars could help enjoy a sumptuous homemade dinner.

　　However, Owen was unwilling to cook for Rose and said something extremely unpleasant to the ear.

　　Because it was streaming, everything was uncensored.

　　[Oh my god, what is Owen doing?]

　　[Rose is about to cry. He doesn't care about her feelings at all.]

　　[WTF. Did he insure his hands? Can't he do the basic cooking.]

　　As more complaints were posted, another trending topic was produced.

　　All the observers were at a loss for what to do.

　　After all, Owen and Rose were a real couple. Such a scene would inevitably result in a flame war between the two stars.

　　After the filming, Charles White added me on WhatsApp before I got into the nanny van.

　　He said that he had a script suitable for me and wanted to cooperate with me.

　　When I got home and was about to open the door, a strong arm suddenly blocked my way.

　　"Why didn't you say hello to me last time?"

　　Allen was standing behind me, and his deep male voice came from above my head.

　　It was very quiet in the corridor, which scared me so much that I shivered.

　　"You scared me." I complained.

　　I let go of the doorknob and turned to look at the man who was half a head taller than me.

　　He had a weary look, and I assumed that he must have just gotten off work as I did.

　　"I'm sorry." He said.

　　Hearing his apology, I rolled my eyes at him.

　　He must want something from me.

　　"Someone said that he doesn't want to talk to a bad woman like me for the rest of his life, I remember." I looked at him. My matter-of-fact look made him a little reserved. "Let me tell you, Allen, I'm not those little girls who would try their best to get acquainted with you."

　　Allen pursed his lips and pressed the tip of his tongue against his cheek. He was probably pissed off by me again.

　　Allen could be friendly to anyone but me.

　　I must have owed him a lot in my previous life.

　　"Don't film with Charles White."

　　So it was his purpose.

　　"You're quite well-informed. But what does it have to do with you?" I asked.

　　"I'm jealous, okay?"

　　When he said so, the anger in his eyes couldn't be more obvious.