The sky was covered with lead-gray clouds.

The weather was particularly gloomy on this day.

Dense rain fluttered in the air, as thin as a cow's hair, in all directions to the west, forming a huge net.

Ma Yiming returned to the villa happily, and before he reached the door, he saw a bunch of people, some with cameras, some with microphones, and some with mobile phones taking pictures of their villas------

Good guy, how long has Ling Yuerong been at the villa, and the paparazzi have already circled around.

Ma Yiming drove Maybach into the garage, and as soon as he arrived at the door of the living room, Ling Yuerong was already cheering and rushing towards him like a couple who had reunited for many years, and suddenly jumped into his arms, forcing Ma Yiming to pick her up so that the two of them didn't fall.

The body is like a play, and it all depends on acting skills.

Ma Yiming felt that countless cameras behind him were pressing the shutter to record the exciting scene of the reunion between the big stars after a long absence------

His scalp was numb, but he also knew deeply that this was far from Ling Yuerong's expectations, and it was best for him to hold her delicate body and turn around in place for a circle or two, so that the paparazzi outside the door could take pictures of the happy moments of the two of them at 360 degrees.

At this time, Ma Yiming was basically like a zombie, and after stabilizing his body, he put down Ling Yuerong, and the two walked into the living room, Ma Yiming turned around and closed the door.

So, what kind of bloody plot will the paparazzi outside the door make up for at this time?

Passionate wet kisses?

Inexistent.

Ma Yiming's face was discouraged, and he said unhappily: "You are really good, I have lived here for almost two months, the wind is calm, as soon as you come, you will recruit the paparazzi." ”

Ling Yuerong said schemingly: "This shows that I have a high degree of attention!" As a star, when you go out, you don't even have a paparazzi, isn't it too much of a failure~? He leaned his head on Ma Yiming's shoulder, "It's you, if you hide here again, the fans will forget about you, Uncle is very worried about you~!" ”

The uncle in Ling Yuerong's mouth is Ma Yiming's father, Ma Qianli.

Ling Yuerong's father, Ling Xian, collaborated with Ma Qianli to make movies a long time ago, but he was not as well-known as Ma Qianli, and later gradually became Ma Qianli's follower.

In fact, Ling Xian is one or two years older than Ma Qianli, but Ma Qianli's status in the film and television industry is unattainable, so everyone automatically ignores the age gap, and Ling Xian respectfully calls Ma Qianli "Brother Qianli".

Then Ling Yuerong also called Ma Qianli "uncle", there is nothing wrong with it.

Ma Yiming kicked off his shoes, walked to the sofa and sat down, only to see a few fashion magazines spread on the coffee table, he flipped through them, all of which taught people to dress and tell about new fashions.

This is not his book, it was brought by Ling Yuerong.

Ling Yuerong sat down next to Ma Yiming, turned one of the pages, and said to Ma Yiming in a coquettish voice: "Ah Ming, Louis Vuitton has a new bag, you can buy it for me~"

Ling Yuerong's speech habits, the last word must be with a trill, so that the man can't help but "shake the tiger's body" when he listens to it.

Ma Yiming took a look, a bag of 300,000 yuan, ginger brown, and the appearance was similar to her handbag, where is there anything new and not new.

"You buy it yourself, and you're not without money."

"That's different~" Ling Yuerong pursed her bright red lips, "The meaning you gave me is different, I will cherish it even more~"

She blinked her eyes, her long false eyelashes fluttering at Ma.

Ma Yiming was noncommittal, "Whatever you want." ”

As he was talking, he heard the doorbell ring, and from the monitoring installed at the door, there were two people in overalls who were embedded in the bell.

I saw Ling Yuerong jump up from the sofa and shouted, "It's coming, it's coming." Uncle Dong, help open the door~. ”

The door opened, and the two men entered.

Dong Hui took them to the living room, looked at the floor, and then negotiated with them.

Ma Yiming asked, "What's going on?" ”

Ling Yuerong said: "They are a decoration company~." ”

"Renovation company?"

"yes~." Ling Yuerong pointed to the floor and said, "Look, how could the floor tiles be like this~?" ”

There are many zigzag etching marks on the floor tiles, which are the traces left by alien fossils.

Ma Yiming couldn't help but smile on his face, "What's so good about decorating here, it's good." ”

Ling Yuerong said: "Ah Ming, you are too playful, how can you do this~, I don't know what you are doing, if your uncle sees it, he will definitely lose his temper~." Before he comes, rearrange the floor tiles, otherwise you will be beaten~. ”

Ma Yiming couldn't stop feeling melancholy, feeling as if something had been taken away from his heart, and sighed: "Whatever." ”

Before the matter here is finished, I suddenly felt that the soles of my feet were wet, and when I looked down, there was a puddle of water on the floor tiles.

Ma Yiming followed the sound and saw a section of water pipe buried in the fish tank, releasing water, and the bucket was full, overflowing on the floor tiles.

Ling Yuerong also found out at this time, "Ouch, I forgot to speak~." He was also jumping there, with smooth and white feet, pretending to be very naughty, "Uncle Dong~, help me do it, the water is full~!" ”

Ma Yiming is not in the mood to admire her naughtiness of jumping barefoot, because this fish tank holds his alien fossils!

If there is no water, these stones are dangerous.

Ma Yiming hurriedly ripped off the water pipe, but fortunately, the water in the fish tank was not released.

Ma Yiming shouted: "Hey, before you move my things, can you ask me first!" ”

"What's wrong?" Ling Yuerong was taken aback by Ma Yiming's attitude, and Hua Zhi trembled, "Ah Ming, why are you fierce~?" ”

"What are you doing with my fish tank?"

Ling Yuerong said: "There were two dead fish here, and the water is very dirty~!" ”

"How do you know you've ever killed two fish?"

Ling Yuerong said: "Didn't you throw away the two dead fish in the garbage bag in the kitchen?" It's all stinky~, I've already asked Uncle Dong to throw it out~. ”

Ma Yiming gasped and said in his heart, good guy, you are still in the same set as Sherlock Holmes.

Ling Yuerong continued to tremble and said, "Replace it with clean water for you, can't you buy two fish again~?" Ah Ming, what kind of fish do you like, I like clownfish, let's buy a few clownfish~? ”

Ma Yiming said: "Didn't you dislike clownfish before? said that it is the same as a clown, who wants to be a clown, if you want to be a big star! ”

Ling Yuerong said: "But the clownfish in the movie "Mobilization from the Bottom of the Sea" is so cute~, let's raise clownfish, Nemonimo~." ”

"Nemo, don't touch my fish tank!"

Ling Yuerong felt that Ma Yiming was getting more and more rude, his big eyes blinked, and his long eyelashes fluttered up and down.

Ma Yiming was really worried that her false eyelashes would fall off. "Uncle Dong, help me refill the fish tank." Seeing that Dong Hui was busy negotiating with the decoration company, "Forget it, I'll come by myself." And he poured back the water that had been put out.

always felt that the living room was messy, and Ma Yiming was too lazy to take care of it, so he hid in the study.

But the study didn't look much better, the books and everything had been turned over.

Ma Yiming felt that this was Liu Qingqing's masterpiece, because Liu Qingqing was looking for a "deed of sale" here last night.

Thinking of Liu Qingqing, he couldn't help but feel a little warmer.

Fortunately, he only lived here temporarily, and there were not too many books in the study, so he slowly put away the messed books and put them back in place.

By the way, why is his notebook open, and a page is torn out in the middle.

Ma Yiming naturally thought that it was torn by Liu Qingqing, and said in his heart, Liu Qingqing, you are too much! You hate me, and you shouldn't tear up what I compose, don't you know that for a composer, no matter how much the music he creates, no matter how much he fails, it is equivalent to his own children.

was sulking, Ling Yuerong stood at the door and said, "Ah Ming, it's not good for you to write such a tune, if your father sees it, he will definitely blame you again~"

Ma Yiming was taken aback: "So, you tore it up?" ”