The father, who was quite unreasonable just now, turned into a small worker at this time, and watered downstairs with a lotus shower.

Tap water poured on the green bamboo, and the withered yellow bamboo leaves fell one by one.

A big fan was blowing the wind on the edge of the bamboo forest, and the fallen leaves on the ground were fluttering up and floating in the rain.

In such a scene, Ling Xiao held Tang Meiyu in his arms, and the two looked at each other affectionately. Such eyes are not pretended, at this moment, Ling Xiao's mind seems to have returned to Hongxiagou, on the icy and snowy snowy mountain, he and Tang Meiyu are huddled in a tent, snuggling up to each other, warming each other with body temperature......

Tang Meiyu also looked at Ling Xiao silently, but she didn't know what Lu Dao was thinking in her heart. She also seemed to forget that it was a play.

"Say the lines! What are you doing? Hans Wilson reminded anxiously.

Ling Xiao came back to his senses and said in a choked voice: "Meiyu, what's wrong with you?" ”

Tang Meiyu's face didn't know if it was rain or tears, and her voice was rustling, "Ling, my appearance has been ruined, I can't be with you anymore, let's be husband and wife in the next life." ”

"No, I have an ancestral beauty ointment, which has a significant effect on removing scars, and it also has the effect of whitening the skin, with it, you can restore your beauty." Ling Xiao took out a bottle of beauty cream very freely.

Here, Hans Wilson hurriedly pushed the end closer and enlarged the LOGO and text of the goddess pharmaceutical on the beauty cream.

Ling Xiao squeezed out a little beauty ointment and gently smeared Tang Meiyu on her face. As he smeared, he quickly ripped off the prop scar that had been glued to her face, and then on her face again.

Tang Meiyu looked at Ling Xiao affectionately, quietly snuggled in his arms, and looked like a bird.

“OK！” Hans Wilson happily called a halt.

In the attic, the hired old man also stopped watering.

I don't know how much Hans Wilson spent to invite him, but it must not be expensive.

The third scene is a bedroom.

The candles in the cave room, Ling Xiao lifted Tang Meiyu's big red hijab, and under the hijab was a beautiful white and tender face, without any scars.

Ling Xiao took out the bottle of beauty cream that was brought to the filming.

"Husband, what are you doing with this? The scars on my face are gone, and my skin is much softer than before. Tang Meiyu said her lines affectionately.

Ling Xiao smiled, "Lady, don't you know, my ancestral beauty ointment, it also has a role." ”

"Huh? What does it do? ”

"It, it can also increase the size, apply it evenly, massage it gently, and after a while, the front of the lady will become bigger, and our children will be healthier."

Tang Meiyu shyly twisted her head, "You are necrotic." ”

"Lady......" Ling Xiao took a bottle of beauty ointment and put Tang Meiyu on the bed.

“OK！” Hans Wilson was overjoyed.

In less than a day, 30,000 euros will be in hand, and anyone will be very happy about it.

Ling Xiao hurriedly got up from Tang Meiyu's body, she felt very comfortable pressing her just now, and Tang Meiyu was also very involved in the play, her eyes were really like a bride who had just married him, she replied shyly, and she wanted to welcome and refuse. These are very irritating factors, and it is normal for him to react to something that he shouldn't have.

After a while, Ling Xiao and Tang Meiyu changed back into their original clothes and came to the attic tea room.

The old man, who was a bit of an outsider, had already taken the money and left, Ling Xiao didn't see the scene where Hans Wilson gave the money, but it was estimated that it would not exceed five hundred soft girl coins.

Hans Wilson was busy packing up his shooting equipment, and when he saw Ling Xiao and Tang Meiyu coming out, he beckoned to Ling Xiao and motioned for Ling Xiao to come over and talk to him.

"Mr. Hans, give me a card number, and I'll transfer it to you." Ling Xiao thought he was asking for money.

Hans Wilson shook his head, "Let's go outside and talk." With that, he put down the circle of wire in his hand and walked out the door.

What did he want to say? Ling Xiao felt strange in his heart, and he glanced back at Tang Meiyu. Tang Meiyu sat quietly by the window, drinking tea, looking at the scenery outside the window, without saying a word. He walked out of the hall in confusion.

Hans Wilson stood in the hallway, he looked at Ling Xiao, as if organizing the language of his heart.

Ling Xiao walked over, "Mr. Hans, what do you want to talk about?" ”

"It's not about the money." Hans Wilson said, "I'll shoot you commercials, and I'll take your money after I'm done post-production." I'm going to talk to you about Miyu. ”

Ling Xiao was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "Mr. Hans, I think you have misunderstood. ”

Hans Wilson shook his head, "No, you misunderstood. He said, "After I came here, I found that Meiyu was not happy, and I know that it is because of you, and because of me, so I will tell you the truth." ”

Ling Xiao looked at Hans Wilson in surprise.

"We did date during the time when Meiyu was studying abroad, but that was over. You know her character, she is like Li Jindou, a poetess who is peerless in the history of your country......"

"It's Li Qingzhao." Ling Xiao reminded.

"Well, that's not important, I just wanted to give you an example that you can understand." Hans Wilson was a little embarrassed, and then continued, "What I need is a sexual relationship, but the most she can do is hold my hand, and that makes me very uncomfortable." We broke up after dating for a while, but we were still very good friends. ”

Sure enough, Ling Xiao understood, when Tang Meiyu rejected him, Hans Wilson was just an excuse.

"I know that she likes you very much, but you don't seem to understand her heart, and I don't want her to be unhappy, so I'm going to talk to you about this." Hans Wilson said, "You should be a little patient, I think she'll give it to you someday." ”

Ling Xiao, "......"

"By the way, here's my card number." Hans Wilson stopped talking about Tang Meiyu, and he gave Ling Xiao a note, "If you want to call me earlier, I don't mind." ”

Ling Xiao suddenly felt that this Hans Wilson was actually not annoying at all, but a little cute. He took Hans Wilson's note, put it in his pocket, and said with a smile, "I'll call you when I get back." ”

"Dr. Ling, if I shoot well, would you be willing to be my producer? Invest in my film and you'll get a good return. "Hans Wilson didn't forget to sell himself.

This guy is really......

Ling Xiao was quite polite, but said: "If there is a chance, I will invest, but you have to give me my commercial first, I will wait for it." ”

"Post-production is a complex process, with narration, artistic rendering, subtitling, etc., all of which take time. But don't worry, I'll be able to give it to you in a week. ”

In fact, it only takes two or three minutes to shoot a commercial in less than a day, but the post-production takes a week, which shows the importance of post-production. He said that Ling Xiao was a lot more relieved, if he said that he would give it to you tomorrow or something, the 30,000 euros would almost be thrown into the river.

"Go in and talk to her, I can clean up those things later." Hans Wilson said.

"Hmm." Ling Xiao replied lightly, turned around and entered the tea room.

The story between him and Tang Meiyu cannot be clearly told in just a few words. Hans Wilson didn't know, and he wasn't interested in explaining it to Hans Wilson. But it's nothing to talk about, after all, everyone is very good friends.

Ling Xiao sat opposite Tang Meiyu, and when he was away, Tang Meiyu had already made him a cup of Jin Junmei. Last time it was green tea, this time it was black tea, is this a change in mood? From light to rich, a glass full of festive colors.

"Sister Meiyu, I'm ......"

"Don't talk, drink tea." Tang Meiyu said, plain and bland.

Ling Xiao's stomach was suddenly blocked.

So drink tea, just drink tea.

Sometimes, Ling Xiao couldn't help but compare Tang Meiyu with Hu Lin, and he even thought that it would be nice if she was as gentle and generous, intellectually considerate, gentle and lovely as Hu Lin. But Tang Meiyu is Tang Meiyu, she has a distinct personality, and she will not change for anyone. If she had changed, she would not have been Tang Meiyu.

Dozens of minutes passed like this, and Ling Xiao actually adapted to this strange way of getting along, no one spoke, just drank tea and watched the scenery, thinking about things in his heart, and feeling the existence of the other party.

Jingle bells, jingle bells......

The mobile phone rang suddenly, and the immersion in the tea room was suddenly broken.

"Excuse me, I'll answer the phone." Ling Xiao took his mobile phone and prepared to get up and go elsewhere to answer.

"You can pick it up here, I can't hear the sound on my phone." Tang Meiyu said.

Ling Xiao sat down again and slid the answer button.

It was Hu Lin who called, which was the reason why Ling Xiao had to pick it up elsewhere. If it was Li Hao or Chen Hu and Zhou Jun, he wouldn't have picked it up elsewhere.

"Is it Ling Xiao?" Voices from your phone.

"Well, it's me, Sister Linzi." Ling Xiao was embarrassed to death.

"Why don't you speak?"

"I just took a sip of water......"

"Don't choke." Hu Lin said, "That's right, I heard Li Hao say that you transferred Anna to Kyoto, and I asked her to bring you a scarf." It's very cold in the north, so you're good to use it. ”

"Thank you." If it weren't for Tang Meiyu staring at him from the side, he would have more and richer language, but if Tang Meiyu stared at him like this, his words would be pitiful.

"When are you coming back?"

"I'll be back when I'm busy with this time."

"You're in a meeting, aren't you?"

"Well, yes yes!"

"Then I'll tell you more, I'll hang up." Hu Lin hung up the phone.

When the sound of the end of the call reached his ears, Ling Xiao suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, if he continued to talk, he really couldn't help but leave the tea room and go outside to answer the phone.

"I'll get you some water." Tang Meiyu carried the pot to add water to Ling Xiao.

"Thank you." Ling Xiao said.

"Are you so polite to anyone? Or is it just polite to some special people? Tang Meiyu looked at him quietly.

Is this the usual logic of writers?

Ling Xiao looked at the Jin Junmei tea soup in the teacup, which had turned white, and couldn't drink it.

"Drink, there's a lot of water in this pot."

Ling Xiao, "......"

Poor quack.