Ling Sheng had a scene in the afternoon, but it was scheduled to start filming at more than eight o'clock in the evening, it was a scene with Luo Xin, and it was already nine o'clock in the evening after the filming.

"Shengsheng, why don't I send you over with Xiaoye!" Ji Fanchen saw that it was very dark outside and it was still raining, so she didn't worry about walking alone.

Cheng Ye nodded abruptly next to him, agreeing, Sister Shengsheng is a girl, and she is not familiar with life, it is too dangerous.

"No, I'll just take a taxi." Ling Sheng heard that the director over there had already shouted, and pushed the two of them: "You guys hurry up, otherwise Director Ai will scold people again later." ”

Ji Fanchen followed Cheng Ye, and there were two scenes next, telling her to call them to report her safety when she arrived at the place.

Ling Sheng nodded, made an OK gesture, and said, "If there are ingredients in the kitchen over there, I will bring you breakfast tomorrow morning." ”

After Cheng also left, he came back soon, and he didn't know who he asked for an umbrella for her, and gave her a coat of Ji Fanchen: "Brother Chen asked you to put it on, it's too cold outside, don't catch a cold." ”

Ling Sheng held an umbrella and a coat, and looked back again, feeling warm in his heart, he was still a friend, what kind of thing is a man?

Outside, the rain is not small.

After the sting, the thunder roared.

Ling Sheng looked up at the dark sky, sniffled, and sighed deeply, if it was before, the third master would definitely come to pick her up.

She could even imagine the appearance of a man standing next to the car with an umbrella, and when he saw her come out, he would definitely greet her as soon as possible, put on her coat, and help her hold the umbrella.

Thinking about the current stinky man, I couldn't help grinding my teeth viciously, hum, what do you want him to do!

Ling Sheng didn't call a taxi, and the filming location was at the outermost part of the film and television city, and it was a distance of 200 meters to the main road, which was very good for taking a taxi.

After getting into the car and telling the address, the driver glanced at her sinisterly with a pair of small mung bean-like eyes and drove away.

The car stopped in less than two minutes.

The driver looked at her: "Girl, it's here, ten yuan." ”

Ling Sheng looked at the driver in front of her with a confused expression, she had just gotten into the car, her butt was not hot yet, she had only walked a few hundred meters at most, what were you kidding, and glanced out of the window.

The driver laughed sheepishly, but he didn't expect to slaughter a small amount of money just after getting out of the car: "On your left is the Jun Mansion." ”

Ling Sheng held back a mouthful of blood, and didn't bother to argue with him about anything, but looking at the driver's triumphant face, when he gave him the money, he really wanted to say that you should take ten yuan to pad the coffin board.

This kind of person is stupid and bad, less than 500 meters away, can he get rich if he earns ten more yuan from her?

But it's also to blame her, she didn't check where the place was, so she took a taxi directly, otherwise she wouldn't have been pitted.

When Ling Sheng held the umbrella and passed, his stomach was full of anger, and there was a faint feeling in his heart that everything was not going well.

Sure enough, when I arrived at the place, I realized that everything was definitely not going well.

Xu Xi looked at her and said respectfully: "Miss Ling, I'm sorry, the third master took the little young master to the hot spring villa, and he won't come back tonight." ”

Ling Sheng replied with a friendly smile, trying to make himself a kind little fairy: "Okay, I know." ”

Hot Springs Lodge?

The stinky man definitely deliberately played with her!

said that she should come and see her son, and when she came, he took him away!

"Miss Ling, please go back." Xu Xi looked at her and said.

"Did he say I wasn't allowed to live here?" Ling Sheng didn't answer the rhetorical question, smiling like a flower, gentle and kind.

"Nope." Xu Xi looked at the woman's smiling face and took a step back slightly: "Miss Ling, please." ”

Anyway, even if the third master is to blame, he will be blamed for his lack of rigor, and he will not be blamed for being taken advantage of.

He really wanted to see Miss Ling move in, at least when she was there, the third master looked like a normal person with joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

The house is a small Chinese villa, the yard is very large, planted with flowers and plants, but it is very dark, I can't see what plants are there, only see a grapevine on the left and right.

The decoration of the room is also very simple and low-key, there are black, white and gray colors everywhere, there is no popularity at all, the heating is very sufficient, but it still feels very cold when you go in.

Ling Sheng came and didn't bring anything, he thought he would definitely prepare, but who knows what she wouldn't have.

Huge luxury cloakrooms, men's clothes, children's clothes are placed separately.

It's obviously a very normal thing, a very normal picture, but in an instant, my heart was sour and uncomfortable, my eyes were swollen and a little painful, and the sense of grievance hit, and my emotions exploded all of a sudden.

The air was quiet, so quiet that she could hear a pin dropping, and she sat quietly on the ground, looking at an oil painting on the opposite wall with some distraction, her eyes gradually moistening.

In the oil painting, a family of three, the child and his father and mother, hand in hand walking on the beach, very immature brushstrokes, no need to look at the signature, look at the brushstrokes to know that it was painted by the son.

"Mommy, Mommy."

Xiao Qi's voice suddenly came, interrupting Ling Sheng's thoughts, busy stabilizing his emotions, hooking his lips in the mirror and smiling, before running out in a hurry.

"Little Seven." When Ling Sheng arrived in the living room, she saw her son running out of a nearby house with his little short legs and throwing his head into her arms.

"Mommy." Xiao Qi hooked Ling Sheng's neck, leaned in and kissed her, happy as a bird that had just come out of the cage.

Dad didn't lie to him, Mommy really came to see him.

"How did you come back?" Ling Sheng pinched his son's little face and asked him, "Have you eaten?" ”

Xiao Qi Yaoyao's little head: "No, Mommy, I want to eat tomato egg noodles." ”

Ling Sheng nodded, stood up with his son in his arms, and saw the pestle there, a cold man like a pillar, and bowed slightly politely and detachedly: "Mr. Jun." ”

Jun Shiyan only nodded, didn't speak, raised his feet and left.

Ling Sheng looked at his back: ......

Stinky man!

The home is fully stocked, the kitchen is large, and there is a huge storage room with a large refrigerator that you can walk into, and all kinds of fresh ingredients are available.

Ling Shengda took out two tomatoes and a few eggs from the refrigerator, and had already thought about what he was going to eat tomorrow morning, and asked Xiao Qi: "Son, do you want three fresh buns and shrimp buns tomorrow morning?" ”

Xiao Qi was like a little tail, running behind her, smiling like a stupid dog, and nodding his little head happily: "But Mommy, will you be very tired?" ”

He wants to eat everything, as long as it is something made by Mommy, he thinks it is delicious, but Mommy has to film, and cooking is very time-consuming.

"As long as you want to eat, Mommy won't get tired." The anger in Ling Sheng's heart towards the stinky man was finally replaced by his son's intimacy at this moment.

What do you want him to do? Except to be angry or angry!

"That little seven is with Mommy." Xiao Qi looked at her seriously and said.

Ling Sheng washes the tomatoes, and Xiaoqi has to cut them.

Ling Sheng and noodles, Xiao Qi's face was full of flour.

Ling Sheng knocked the eggs, and Xiao Qi stirred.

The mother and son worked together, and soon the noodles were in the pot.

Xiao Qida took two small bowls and two pairs of chopsticks from the kitchen and ran to the dining table, quietly waiting for the delicious noodles to come out of the pot.

Jun Shiyan also consciously listened to his son's words, went to the kitchen to get a bowl, took a pair of chopsticks and sat side by side with his son, waiting to eat.