Reborn in another world, the boss loves me to the core

After provoking the kitten with its teeth and claws dancing, it fell asleep in a happy mood.

I will definitely have a sweet dream tonight of counting money until my hands are weak!

Huo Li stepped into the bedroom and saw Su Xian sleeping soundly under the quilt.

She yelled that she didn't like pink, but all the bed sheets and quilt covers were changed to pink, and the gauze bed curtains made the girl look like an elf sleeping among flowers.

Huo Li stepped lightly, fearing to wake her up.

His body carried the cold air from outside, bringing a hint of chill to the warm room filled with the faint fragrance of flowers.

The girl had her eyes closed, breathing lightly, and her seaweed-like hair scattered on the pillow.

Like a large fairy ragdoll cat.

He curved the corners of his lips very lightly.

Looks happy.

He no longer had the thought of trying to catch her and teach her a lesson.

There must be a reason why such a beautiful kitten has sharp claws!

Marry into someone else's family? nonexistent.

Would you marry your soft, well-behaved fairy doll that clings to you and meows at you to someone else? Even if she occasionally loses her temper and disturbs you with her claws, knocks over the water glass, and scratches the sofa.

Pampering is over!

Su Xian didn't know that Huo Li had come back, and the message on his phone still stayed on the warm reminder from last night.

Can't help but be a little disappointed.

Some people in various groups also handed out New Year's red envelopes. Those who got it knelt down to worship the boss and thanked him for his kindness. Those who didn't get it asked the boss to send another one.

Su Xian was slightly disdainful.

She now has a huge sum of money and a seven-figure net worth, and she won't accept any red envelopes worth less than that.

But... mosquito legs are also meat!

Su Xianyan quickly grabbed a red envelope, and it was still from Wang Shuo.

0.01 yuan!

So angry!

Seeing that the lowest price for others was only ten yuan, Su Xian became even more angry!

She vowed never to steal director Wang's red envelope again in her life, but she fought back against him!

After counting, it's still her father, well, her brother is better.

Su Xian made a New Year's wish to hug his brother tightly this year.

It was still a sunny day on the first day of the new year. After Su Xian had breakfast, he lazily asked someone to move the rocking chair and sit on the porch to bask in the sun.

She is wearing a cross-collar Hanfu. People in this world have a particularly high sense of identity with their own culture. Every traditional festival is not only a national holiday, but also people wear traditional costumes of their own nation to celebrate.

Showing the great etiquette and the beauty of the costumes, the embroidery industry and handicrafts are also prosperous.

Hold the capacitive pen in one hand and mark the key points on the tablet.

Yuan Meng sent over the new script.

This drama is called "The Last Princess" and tells the ups and downs of the legendary life of Chang Le, the last little princess of Daxia.

The script is not long, only part of it, but this part is enough to arouse Su Xian's interest.

After reading the script, she searched for Princess Changle on her mobile phone. The encyclopedia described the princess's life in great detail, and Princess Changle still had descendants alive. The script was adapted from the book "The Biography of Princess Changle", "Princess Changle" "Biography" is compiled based on the oral accounts of subsequent descendants.

Su Xian dialed Yuan Meng's phone number.

"Sister Meng, if you read the script of "The Last Princess", you can contact me. I'm very interested."

"Well, but you have to be mentally prepared. This drama is being watched by many small and big flowers. Although we are the first to come into contact with this drama, the competition pressure is very high and you have no advantage." Yuan Meng took the vaccine .

Su Xian pondered for a moment. When he was not sure, Yuan Meng would not show her the notebook at all.

Then he asked: "Sister Meng, will Teacher Xia Yun also attend the literary circle annual meeting you mentioned yesterday?"

Xia Yun is a professor at the Department of Literature at Beijing University, the narrator of "The Biography of Princess Changle", the granddaughter of Princess Changle, and her only living relative.

"I don't know the specific list, but I heard that Professor Xia will indeed go."

"Well, what is Professor Xia's attitude towards this adaptation of "The Last Princess"?"

Yuan Meng immediately laughed and understood what Su Xian meant.

"This play was adapted by Professor Xia herself, and the investors also liked her."

This means that Xia Yun has the right to decide on this drama, and her opinion on the casting is crucial.

"Sister Meng, one more thing, I need a life assistant and driver."

I will often visit the crew in the future, so I can't let Xiaoyao and Thirteen follow me.

"What do you think of Zhong Manman?" Yuan Meng asked: "She served as your assistant on the set of "Graduation Season"."

Su Xian remembered that little girl with a round face. She was a bit socially anxious and didn't like to communicate with others, but she was diligent, thoughtful and careful.

As a life assistant, ability is second, and the most important thing is caring, being able to shut up, and being able to be taken care of.

"is acceptable."

"By the way, Teacher Ao likes calligraphy master Yan Suyanlao's calligraphy!"

"Oh, I see."

After hanging up the phone, Su Xian downloaded the e-book "The Legend of Princess Changle" from the Internet. He was defeated by the little pomegranate squatting next to him before he read two pages.

Little Pomegranate had two buns on her head, looking at her aggrievedly like a puppy with two big, round, black eyes.

Su Xian paused and said, "It snowed last night. How about... we go collect the snow from the stamens of plum blossoms?"

The puppy nodded immediately. It was so silly and cute that people couldn't help but want to touch it.

Su Xian touched her head.

Xiao Pomegranate grew up in Shucheng and had never seen snow except on TV.

The first time I came to Kyoto Prefecture, the first time I saw snow, I just rolled around in the snow with the playful little husky, uh, little fat husky.

The plum blossoms are blooming just right, and the red plum blossoms stand on the branches, which is really cute.

It snowed a little last night, and the flower stamens were stained with a little white snow.

Su Xian summoned Xiao Yao and Shi San together.

Of course, Thirteen's strong labor force was mainly used to carry urns.

Xiao Pomegranate, Su Xian and Xiao Yao each took a glass container.

When Little Pomegranate and Little Demon passed by a plum tree, Su Xian shook the tree with bad intentions, and in an instant snowflakes fell all over her body.

"Miss, watch your move." Little Pomegranate pinched a snowball and threw it over.

Su Xian wore a red cross-collar short coat and long skirt, a white dark-patterned twig hooded cloak, and a fox fur collar.

The snowball was thrown right next to the fur collar.

Soon, the snowball fight begins.

After playing around for a while, the little demon asked: "Miss, what are you doing collecting the snow on these plum blossom stamens?"

Su Xian smiled and said: "There is an old poem saying that the sweetness of the snow liquid rises in the well and spring, and you bring your own tea stove to cook it. If you don't care about anything anymore, you will not live in this world for a hundred years."

Cooking snow and making tea is done by literati.

Su Xian had never done anything like this before, and he had nothing to do today, so he had this elegant thought.

"I know. Also, melt snow to fry fragrant tea, and stir-fry thyme. I've learned it before!"

Small pomegranates added.

"Little Pomegranate is so smart." Su Xian praised with a smile.

The little demon blinked.

She grew up in various training grounds since she was a child, and her learning direction was completely different from theirs. What she learned the most was...how to kill people!

Ancient poetry is at the level of one year in primary school.

But it sounds like fun.

The three of them each took a brush and gently swept the snow into the glass container.

Soon, a large urn was collected.

Su Xian directed Thirteen to dig a hole under the tree.

"Okay, bury it under the plum tree. When summer comes, get up and make tea for him."

Su Xian clapped his hands.

In order to hug this thick leg tightly, I really worked hard.

Just ask my brother if you are touched?