苏梨对着手机屏幕憋笑憋得脸都僵了。底下那群铁子们是真的护着她，但问题是，护着也白搭，她自己都快把自己给说服了。

“呜呜呜，皇叔太会了，再这样下去我都要爱上他了好吗……”弹幕飘得她心烦意乱。

她堂堂影后苏梨， previous life was ruling the screen like she owned it, now she’s stuck in… well, this. This ridiculous situation where her ‘talented’ and ‘charming’ on-screen villain, the script called ‘His Royal Highness, the Third Uncle’, was now apparently fame-hungry enough to drag her into his real-life drama.

He called himself a director, but what director needed a talented actress as his personal assistant 24/7? And why the sudden interest in her? Right after her massive breakthrough movie, where he played the male lead opposite her? Coincidence? Maybe. But she wasn’t falling for it.

“咚咚咚。”敲门声打断了她的思绪。

苏梨心里“咯噔”一下，谁？现在是晚上十点，会是谁？保镖？她摇摇头，她这公寓保镖是白天来打扫的，晚上从来不出现。外卖？更不可能，她刚才吃过饭了。

她慢吞吞地挪过来开门，门口站着一个西装革履的男人，眼神却带着点……嗯…探究？

是那个‘皇叔’。

苏梨心里“啧”了一声，开门的手顿了一下，但还是开了。“有事吗？”

男人微微扬唇，似乎觉得她的反应很有趣。“这么晚了，苏小姐还没休息？