Xu Xia looked at him with a wicked smile, "Are you worried about him hurting me, or are you worried about him taking me away?"
"Can you take it away?" He met her eyes.
"It's hard to say." She pretended, "Actually, I think Shangguan Feng is not bad. He has a good personality, can draw, take photos, and design houses. With such a husband, he will definitely not buy a house by himself in the future. Beijing
How good are the house prices now? What do you think..."
Leng Zirui pushed her against the wall. He was afraid that she would knock her head. He put his palm on the back of her head. Of course, he did not give her a chance to continue talking.
Shangguan Feng, Shangguan Feng... He never wanted to hear her say this name even half a time again.
Xu Xia didn't dodge, she just raised her hand to hug him.
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Suburban farm.
Luo Xiaoqian woke up from her sleep and touched the pillow beside her, but did not touch Leng Zimo.
She opened her eyes in confusion and saw that his seat was empty and no one was there.
It's still raining outside, it's so late, where has this guy been?!
Worried in her heart, Luo Xiaoqian put on her clothes and got up, going to the bathroom first, but there was none.
She walked to the door and opened it gently. There was a dark light in the corridor, and there was a faint light under the study door.
Is this guy still working so late at night?
Luo Xiaoqian walked over and gently opened the study door. Inside the door, Leng Zimo was standing by the window making a phone call. Because of the sound of rain, he didn't hear her coming.
"...Is the weather over there okay? Will it have any impact...Okay, that's good...Are the horses and everything in place?...Very good, it's getting late, so you should rest early."
Leng Zimo hung up the phone and breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, Luo Xiaoqian had also walked towards him softly.
Seeing her figure through the glass window, he raised his lips slightly, pretending not to notice, wanting to see what she was playing with.
Luo Xiaoqian walked up behind him carefully and suddenly raised her hand to cover his eyes, "What bad thing are you doing behind my back?"
"It's not a bad thing, it's a good thing." Leng Zimo pulled down her palm, turned around, and pulled up the coat that had slipped off her body. "Everything has been arranged over there in Inner Mongolia. We'll go there tomorrow and catch up again on Monday."
Come back, do you need to make arrangements with your company?"
She blinked, "You've done most of the work. I'm not the boss now, so what arrangements can I make!"
"That's good." Leng Zimo held her in his arms, "Would you like to go to the grassland?"
"Of course I have. I watched the scene on the grassland in "The Devil 2" before, and it was so beautifully shot."
Leng Zimo laughed and said, "The place we are going to this time is the colorful scene in "Demon Realm 2"."
"Really?" Luo Xiaoqian looked surprised, and pouted again for a moment, "It's a pity that I can't ride a horse, otherwise, I really want to go for a gallop on the grassland."
"Just wait until we go riding again tomorrow." He touched her face lovingly, "Okay, go back to sleep."
Luo Xiaoqian glanced at the table. There were a bunch of scattered things on it, some of which were hand-drawn line drawings, which looked a bit like director's sketches. "Are you done with your work? It's a new movie?!"
"More or less, it's a... gift film."
"Gift film?"
"Well, it's my tribute to a person."
Luo Xiaoqian became more and more curious, "Who is he?"
Leng Zimo's vision was so high, she was really curious about who could be worthy of his respect.
