I don't know what happened to the torn page of the manuscript, and it was cut into small strips and thrown into a paper basket.

Even if Ma Yiming picks it up now, he can't stick it back, and he can't help but sigh: "What kind of hatred are you, what kind of grudge?" ”

Ling Yuerong faced Ma Yiming's questioning, not only did she feel a little guilty, but instead carried me a kind of caring look.

"Ah Ming~, your lyrics are too rebellious, why I'm a bad boy, I don't want to come back, you let Uncle see it, he will definitely be angry~!"

"What's your business!"

"Also, that 'soulless' or something like that, it's too depraved, too decadent, and Uncle doesn't like to see you like this."

Ling Yuerong was talking about the song "Wind", which Ma Yiming had just played to Liu Qingqing last night.

Ma Yiming said angrily: "What about this "Beautiful Monster"? What about this "Touching Love Story"? Why don't you tear? ”

Ling Yuerong still looked at Ma Yiming with kindness, her big eyes were momentary, and she was simply full of affection.

Actors, they are used to performing on stage, even if they return to normal life, their expressions are always a little exaggerated, and they have the meaning of a stage play.

"Ah Ming, I'll explain to my uncle, this is a love song, love is originally a broad theme, written by ancient and modern literati and writers."

"Uncle! Uncle! Always Uncle! Ma Yiming couldn't hold back the anger in his heart anymore, and crackled the pamphlet on the table, "You are the spokesperson of my old bean, right?" You're disciplining me on behalf of my old bean, right? ”

Ling Yuerong leaned on the edge of the desk, her full buttocks next to the edge of the table, her white arms supported on the table, and she persuaded with kindness: "Ah Ming~, don't you want to be like this, okay~, father's love is like a mountain." ”

Ma Yiming looked at it at a glance,, you are a cow, even your arms are covered with foundation!

Ma Yiming said: "Remove the word 'such as', father's love is simply a mountain!" ”

Ling Yuerong actually laughed, and when she laughed, of course, the foundation on her face would laugh with her.

Delicately like a Barbie doll, she stands on the stage, and will also provoke many fans to scream for her.

"Ah Ming~, I don't know how many people envy you for having such a good father, so that you can enjoy the top traffic from birth, provide you with various resources, and others can't ask for it."

"yes!" Ma Yiming said depressedly, "No matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, others only know that I am the son of Ma Qianli, I don't have a name, okay, my name is 'Ma Qianli's son'!" ”

Just saying, Dong Hui knocked on the door and said that the people from the decoration company wanted two people to choose the pattern of floor tiles.

Ma Yiming was too lazy to go out and let Ling Yuerong choose.

However, before this side moved, two workers from the decoration company had already probed their heads in, with a curious and yearning look on their faces, "Wow, this is Ma Qianli's superstar's villa, isn't it?" ”

Yes, it's Ma Qianli.

Ma Yiming thought sadly: Even they are fans of Lao Dou, and I, the so-called star, stand in front of them, they can't recognize me.

That's it.

Ma Yiming held his composition book in his hand and walked out of the study silently.

I heard the renovation worker asking in the back, "This is Ma Qianli's son?" Ma Yiming? Oh my God, you're so handsome! ”

"As the son of a superstar, I am so happy."

"That's it, I was born with a golden key in my mouth!"

One sighed: "How many years can you fight less!" ”

The other retorted: "You can save a few hundred years of struggle!" Generations of children and grandchildren will not have to struggle! ”

One said enviously: "I also want to be reincarnated!" ”

The other teased him: "Then you should hurry up and die, you can be reincarnated when you die!" ”

This sentence is as precise as a steel needle piercing Ma Yiming's spine.

Ma Yiming only felt both sad and mocking.

Ling Yuerong chased after him and said, "Ah Ming~, are you angry?" Don't be angry~. ”

Because she said these words in front of others, she said these words very affectionately and tastefully.

Ma Yiming said with infinite annoyance: "You have been in the car all night, aren't you tired?" Let's go to bed. ”

"Okay." Ling Yuerong said happily, "Help me carry my luggage!" ”

At that time, another bodyguard, Xue Hengjun, was also present, so he carried Ling Yuerong's luggage upstairs.

Rao is like this, Ling Yuerong can't let Ma Yiming empty-handed, so she handed her Louis Vuitton handbag to Ma Yiming and let him hold it.

After Ma Yiming went up to the second floor, he didn't stop and was about to go to the third floor.

Ling Yuerong said in the back: "Ah Ming~, where are you going?" ”

Ma Yiming said: "You live in a guest room on the third floor. ”

Ling Yuerong said: "I'll live on the second floor, haven't you already cleaned up the guest rooms on the second floor?" Even the quilt has been brought out, the toothbrush and toothpaste have been arranged, aren't you prepared for me~? ”

Ma Yiming was stunned, that was what he prepared for Liu Qingqing, but he didn't expect to be seen by Ling Yuerong, Ling Yuerong, you are fast enough!

He still went up to the third floor and threw Ling Yuerong's handbag into the guest room on the third floor.

Strange, a few days earlier, he still felt that this house was empty, as if he couldn't pretend to be satisfied.

As soon as Ling Yuerong came, she suddenly felt that the house was too crowded, and she couldn't even breathe.

Instead of going down to the second floor, he walked through the corridor on the third floor to the terrace, holding on to the railing with his hands and looking aimlessly at the sky.

The rain was still falling.

He felt the sky darkening against the ground.

He felt the pain in his shoulders from some rope.

He felt that no matter where he fled, he still had his father.

Is he going to live in his father's shadow for the rest of his life?

The rain was cold, gradually wetting his hair, and there were fine raindrops on his arms.

I don't know how long it took, and I had an extra umbrella on top of my head.

The nose is filled with a strong scent of Gabrielle's natural perfume.

It was Ling Yuerong, he didn't have to look back to know it.

"Ah Ming~, why are you standing here~. When it rains, you're going to catch a cold. And you're going to have a terrible cold, you know, and you're going to faint weirdly. You really scared me to death last time~ You ------"

Ling Yuerong was halfway through her words when her phone suddenly rang.

So she turned her head to answer the phone first, she didn't know what she said, she promised one after another: "Okay, good, I'll definitely come at night------ of course it's with Brother Ming~, he will also come~, then see you there~." He hung up the phone happily.

Ma Yiming said angrily: "I'll make it clear to you first, I won't go!" ”

"Why are you like this, Ah Ming~" Ling Yuerong still had a kind kind of virgin tone, "They are all engaged in music, they happen to be in H City, you don't like music very much, get together and get in touch with your feelings." ”

"This is good for your acting career in the future, when you have a concert, they will all come to cheer, it's all mutual. You see, Uncle has many friends. Uncle often said that when you go out, you rely on friends, and if you have friends, you are not afraid to go all over the world, right? ”

Ma Yiming clung to the railing, eager to tear down the railing under his hands, "Less disgusting people, don't you know what they are doing together?" It's nothing more than drinking and smoking Y, talking about women, are you going? ”

"Ah Ming~~" Ling Yuerong's voice continued to tremble and continued to snort.

"Okay, you're going, you're going, don't drag me on!" Ma Yiming roared angrily, snatched Ling Yuerong's umbrella and threw it downstairs, turning around and returning to the house.