“……”

Until Huo Yunxiang drove away, Nan Qiao was still confused.

Who is she?

What was she just doing?

It was only a phone call from Tomson that brought her back to her senses.

"Nan Qiao, how long do you have to arrive, we waited for a long time until the owner of the house rented the house to us as a filming location, there is only one day, you hurry up."

The production of the new album was mostly completed, but the shooting of the title song MV was never completed.

The title song is an antique song, and the filming location of the MV is an old house with a history.

But the owner of the house was not in China, so it was easy for them to get in touch and ask the other party to rent the house to them for a day for filming.

She drove over, and Tomson was so angry when he saw her that he almost collapsed on the spot.

"My aunt and grandmother, I told you yesterday to rest early and take good care of your skin, today's shooting is very important, why did you go last night......"

With such heavy dark circles, the eyes are still red and bloodshot, and the skin condition is not good.

"I'm insomnia, I can't help it." Nan Qiao said helplessly.

Tomson was so angry with her that he had a headache, so he asked Tang Yuanyuan to find her a mask for skin care first, and then asked the makeup artist to give her makeup and styling.

Nan Qiao applied a mask and tossed on his face by the makeup artist for more than an hour before he finally finished the style.

Fortunately, the shooting of the MV only pays attention to the artistic conception and does not need lines, so although the time is tight, everything goes smoothly.

It's just that she has to change four sets of looks before and after, which is a bit of a toss-up.

During the lunch break, she took the time to visit the old mansion and saw a young girl cooking under a tree in the distance with a drawing board and asked Tomson.

"That girl ......"

"She's the owner of this house, Natsuba." Tomson said.

Nan Qiao thought for a moment and said.

"I'll go over and say hi."

People are willing to rent their private homes to them for filming, and with so many of them coming in and out of her house, it is reasonable to say thank you to them.

Tang Yuanyuan immediately handed her the drink he bought, "Na, don't go empty-handed." ”

Nan Qiao went over with a drink and walked under the tree to say hello.

"Miss Xia, hello, thank you for renting the house to us for filming."

The girl who was concentrating on painting stopped the brush, looked at her and smiled.

"You're welcome, your song "May You Be Treated Gently by the World" gave me a lot of inspiration, and I'm very happy to meet you."

Xia Ye's facial features are not delicate and outstanding, but probably because he studied art, he always has a temperament of poetry and calligraphy.

"Let you rush back from abroad, hopefully without causing inconvenience to your life." Nan Qiao said, handing over the fruit tea he brought.

Xia Ye didn't refuse, took a sip and said.

"No, I'm coming back for a divorce anyway."

"Divorce?"

Nan Qiao raised her eyebrows, but she didn't expect that she was already married.

Xia Ye glanced at her and said helplessly.

"I was blind the year before last, and I was deceived into marriage by a scumbag."

"That'...... Is the divorce going well? Nan Qiao asked.

Xia Ye sighed bitterly, "It's not going well, that scumbag refuses to leave." ”

Nan Qiao didn't want to inquire more about other people's private affairs, so he said.

"I know a lawyer with a very good level of practice, and if I want to sue for divorce, I can introduce it to you."

"Okay, let's not talk about that." Xia Ye picked up the paintbrush, dropped the money on the painting, picked it up and handed it to her and said, "This painting is for you." ”

Nan Qiao realized that Xia Ye had been painting here for a long time, and it was her.

However, I was even more shocked to see the inscription in the corner of the canvas.

"Summer nights? Are you a summer night? ”

Xia Ye, a contemporary emerging painter in China, one of her paintings was sold, at least two or three million.

If you give her a painting, it's equivalent to giving her millions.