Nico spent a few more days with Mica in Q-Town after celebrating her birthday.


    But Mica left early and came backte to film and had no time for Nico, so she said, “Mr. Nico, go back to The Holy City, it’s not like I can concentrate on you here, and it will be distracting for you toe here, and I’ll be in a particrly bad state for filming.”


    Nico looked at her and raised an eyebrow, “You mean I’m here to influence you?”.


    Mica walked over to the bed, amused at his sulky look, and reached over to hug him, “Mr. Nico, can I talk to you about something?”


    Nico’s tone was harsh, “Say.”


    Mica shook his hand and said softly, “Can’t you suddenly fly to see me when I’m rolling in the future?”.


    Heh, is it a fear that he will catch adultery?


    Nico grimaced and said nothing.


    Fearing that he would misunderstand, Mica continued, “Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I don’t want to see you, it’s just that youing here will disturb my mood and make it hard for me to enter the scene.”


    It is true that she is happy, but it is also true that she is notmitted to her work.


    In recent days, Almazan has begun to criticize her.


    There is only so much energy in a human being, let alone the overwhelming joy of being with Nico and the need to suppress pent-up emotions in the role of Joo Yen, which led directly to Mica’sck of concentration in the scene.


    Nico growled coldly, rolled up his sleeves in the sheets, turned his back to her and went to sleep.


    Mica looked at his arrogant back, wanting tough and get depressed, he was a 27 year old man, how could he be even worse than her, a 20 year old girl, to serve.


    Mica was not so petty and stingy and decided to cajole him, approaching him to hug his back and rub her face against his. “Angry?”


    Nico kept silent and ignored him.


    Mica peeks up to his face to see him, and she’s actually asleep with her eyes closed….


    Mica hugged him and said, “Nico, you’ve slowly started to affect my mood, and I’ll be so happy when youe over that I won’t be able to get to work fast enough.”


    The man with his back to her opened his eyes slightly and, after a moment of silence, closed his eyes and, as if without meaning to, turned around and took Mica in his arms, two words escaping his thin lips, “Sleep.”Content held by N?velDrama.Org.


    Mica buried herself in his arms and curved her lips.


    …


    Nico had just returned to The Holy City a few days before Florence knocked on his door.


    But this time, Nico didn’t see her.


    The Campoverde de Pie ising through.


    Florencia cupped the cards in the living room and bit her lip, “Campoverde, Mr. Nico is not going to see me, he’s going to regret it.”


    Campoverde’s faint official smile, “Whether Mr. Nico is going to regret it or not, that is Mr. Nico’s business, Mr. Nico said he was too busy to see you today, I, as Mr. Nico’s assistant, will only do what Mr. Nico tells me to do, I will not take Mr. Nico’s ce Mr. Florencia, pleasee back, Mr. Nico will not see you today.”


    Florencia was finally reluctant and dropped the cards on the salon table. “Then bother Campoverde to give these letters to Mr. Nico to read, I havee to deliver them because I don’t want Mr. Nico to be fooled by my sister.”


    Florencia left the letter and left the Amengual Group.


    Campoverde picked up the letters, scanned the envelopes a couple of times and frowned slightly; he feared the letters from Ennd were no good.


    When Campoverde handed Nico the letters from Ennd, Nico’s eyes were a little more intense.


    “Mr. Nico, this is a letter from Florence, but I think it is also possible that Florence is trying to provoke your rtionship with Miss Mica. ”


    “Go ahead and leave.” Nico ordered coldly.


    When Campoverde left, Nico immediately opened the envelope and impatiently shook out the letterhead inside.


    But this time, the first line of the letter pierced Nico’s eyes.


    “Huan, I was so happy to hear from you, I thought you would never care about me again in your life…”


    Happy? Called so intimately?


    The cold light in Nico’s eyes was biting, and the fingers holding the letter were clenched into fists, fingertips almost tearing the thick paper.


    Mica replied to Dario Cepeda.


    …


    nco y Negro was shot over nine months.


    When Mica returned to La Ciudad Santa, it was already winter in La Ciudad Santa.


    As soon as she got off the ne from the airport andnded, she contacted Nico and sent him a Facebook message.


    During the nine months of filming, she rarely contacted Nico, knowing that the man definitely held his anger in his heart after being left out during this period, so Mica took an extra initiative.


    “Mister Nico, I’ve arrived in The Holy City, are youing to pick me up?”


    It’s a sappy tone.


    Nico received this Facebook with a somber and cold look and deleted the one she had sent, immediately.


    And that night, Nico dawdled until past eleven o’clock at night without giving Mica a single message.


    Mica called him and he didn’t answer.


    Mica texts him and he doesn’t answer.


    Late at night, Mica couldn’t resist sending him another message, jokingly asking, “Mr. Nico, don’t you love me anymore?”.


    Nico was at the table, full of alcohol, and when he saw this Facebook post, he cursed through gritted teeth, “Bitch.


    I don’t know whether to scold Mica or myself.


    At the drinks table, he smashed a cell phone right away, scaring his fellow B-party member.