Originally, I thought that Old Man Fang and Tang Ye lived in this city, and they were far away.

Unexpectedly, Ye Qingqing took a taxi and spent more than 100 yuan to arrive, all the way out of the main city and across the river and into the mountains, and directly arrived at the villa area where countless rich people are hidden in the city.

When she got out of the car, she was a little nervous, and when she got out of the car, she directly became crying without tears, and the taxi left without saying a word, and she had to wonder if she could call a car back here.

But it was too early to worry about this at this time, because she had a bigger problem, and she couldn't get in.

In this villa area, the security guard is very strict, and after registering her ID card, she contacted the room number given by Mr. Fang's address, but there was really no one in that house.

"You contact the owner and ask when he will be back. We can't let you in if there's no one in the house. The security guard said solemnly.

Of course, Ye Qingqing understood, but also felt very sad: "The owner is angry with me......"

"That can't be helped." The security guard does not eat soft and hard.

"Then let me ask a question, big brother, does their family live here? I mean, you'll be back in the evening, right? In Ye Qingqing's concept, villas are used for vacations, otherwise it would be too troublesome to commute to work.

The security guard immediately understood what she meant, and nodded hesitantly: "Yes, the old man is usually there, but he went out this morning." ”

Hope rose in Ye Qingqing's heart: "That little one doesn't come often?" ”

"You say that writer, he often goes out for days at a time, if you wait for him, you should go first."

"No, no, no, I'll wait for the old man."

"Then you can wait here."

Ye Qingqing looked left and right, "You guys, do you have a place to sit?" ”

"No, there are so many celebrities living here, and every once in a while, there are reporters and paparazzi, and whoever comes will give a place to sit, and the owner has an opinion."

"Hey, okay...... Thank you for not rushing me. Ye Qingqing felt that the security guard actually wanted to catch up with him, so he thanked him very consciously, walked to the side where he could see the gate, dusted off in a prominent place on the wall, and sat down.

After a while, the security guard couldn't look at it, took her a low stool, and stiffened his face: "Go back before dark, the car here is not easy to call, and the road is not safe." ”

"Thank you, thank you, I have counted." Ye Qingqing agreed.

However, I waited until it was dark.

Luxury cars from all walks of life come in and out, as well as regular shuttle buses and rentals come and go, and I haven't seen Old Man Fang or Tang Ye in person.

Ye Qingqing was idle and looked at the manuscript again, and after looking at it for a while, it was dark, and the street lights were not bright enough, so he gave up, but when he looked at it again this time, he always felt that something was strange.

Although there are a lot of people in this story and the characters are very full, she looks at it and feels that something is missing, but as for what is missing, she can't say. I can only hold the manuscript, while continuing to try to remember what thrilling dream I had last night, while worrying about what Old Man Fang should say when the meeting comes.

After a while, a familiar SUV drove over and stopped at the door.

Ye Qingqing was looking at the car in a daze, when she saw what the security guard said to the driver, and then pointed at her.

Ye Qingqing perked up, straightened up and looked at the car, and saw the window of the passenger seat rolled down, and a face that she least wanted to see at this time gradually appeared.

Tang Ye, he held the steering wheel with his hand and looked at her coldly.