The Plow

He Youan is sitting in front of the mirror and putting on makeup.

In half an hour, there will be a major event, which requires her to put all her strength into battle.

He Youan closed his eyes and recited his lines silently, brewing his emotions, when Boss Teng Siping Teng's voice came from behind him.

"You'an, Mr. Cheng is here."

Before she could respond, someone booed.

"She must be preparing the script, so don't bother her."

He Youan heard Mr. Cheng say this softly.

She opened her eyes, and saw in the mirror that Boss Teng's face was smiling like a blooming chrysanthemum, and she didn't know what benefit Mr. Cheng gave, so that Boss Teng changed from Shen Shiqi to Mr. Cheng's family.

Compared with Shen Shiqi, Mr. Cheng is undoubtedly several times more considerate.

The two are like one in the sky and the other in the ground. If you really want to compare them, there is actually nothing comparable.

Shen Shiqi treats He Youan like a plaything. This is an unspoken fact among many people around. Even if Shen Shiqi never feels sorry for spending money on her, and spares no effort in promoting her, but if things go wrong, he will take out his anger on her, regardless of location. occasion.

Mr. Cheng will not.

Even if he obtained He You'an's method, it would not be glorious. In the final analysis, it was nothing more than stealing and plundering, but after he got it, his attitude towards He You'an was the same as before——

Every day, someone will be sent to pick He Youan to eat, and sometimes he will come in person;

He will find time to study the script carefully and discuss it with He Youan;

He will collect the flowers that He Youan likes, and people will bring them from other places in the winter, just to smile for Bo Hongyan;

If He Youan didn't like the occasion, he would never force the other party to attend.

Thoughtful and meticulous, there is nothing wrong with it.

Many husbands nowadays cannot do this to their wives.

He Youan didn't know if Mr. Cheng had a wife.

Mr. Cheng didn't say anything, and she never asked, because asking or not asking would not change anything.

At the very least, Mr. Cheng's love for her is already beyond the reach of most men.

In this world, even though He Youan is known as a movie star, surrounded by many movie fans, those people are proud to see her, but in the eyes of many people, an actor is still a low-level profession, not a place of elegance, He Youan wandered around in the world of mortals, met many rich and powerful people, and also saw many human relationships. Except for Shen Shiqi, there were not many men who showed love to her, but Mr. Cheng was the only one who could give her what no one else could. respect.

He Youan sighed softly.

"Aren't you thinking about the script? Why did you sigh?"

When she heard the man say, she looked into the mirror.

Mr. Cheng did not know when to enter quietly, and stood behind her, looking at her in the mirror with his hands behind his back.

"Does it look good?" He Youan smiled slightly.

"It's very beautiful." Mr. Cheng put his hands on her shoulders and bent down to take a closer look. "Beauties are like flowers separated by clouds."

He You'an: "I'm not in the clouds, I'm in your hands."

Mr. Cheng: "You are by my side, but I always feel that you are far away from me. Your heart is floating far away in the sky. I don't know when it will fall into my hands."

He You'an chuckled: "Mr. Cheng is also planning to act in a movie, which new line is this?"

Mr. Cheng pretended to think seriously for a moment: "I really want to make a movie with you as the protagonist. There is no male protagonist, and you are the only protagonist from beginning to end."

He Youan was curious: "What is the story about?"

Mr. Cheng: "Let me tell you the story. You have a noble character, but you have to set foot in the world of mortals. After many twists and turns, you finally met me. The rest of your life will be safe and worry-free. You and I will finally get married as a lover."

He You'an: "You're used to coaxing me. I'm just an actor. It's true that I can't help myself or have no intention of planting willows. But how can I be of high moral character? This sentence is really unbearable."

Mr. Cheng smiled and conjured a bouquet of roses from behind.

"Teng Siping told me about the fact that you secretly funded your uncle's study. You could have left him alone, but you still cared about your old friendship and didn't ask for anything in return. Isn't this a noble character?"

He Youan's smile disappeared.

"You know it all."

"It's no secret."

Mr. Cheng put the rose in He Youan's arms.

The delicate bright red reflects the beauty's face more and more vividly.

He Youan lowered his head.

"If you don't like it, I won't send him any money in the future."

Mr. Cheng smiled, gently pinched her chin, and lifted it up.

"It's a good thing that you are affectionate and righteous. I don't want my woman to be a cold and heartless person. But in the future, don't hide anything from me."

"I don't want to hide it from you, but I'm afraid you won't like it or look down on me. I, I also want to be born innocent and without blemish, but..."

He Youan smiled wryly and didn't say any more.

Mr. Cheng kissed her lightly on the cheek, and took out an invitation card from his pocket.

"Lu Tongcang is going to marry the third concubine, and invited us to the banquet."

He Youan took a look.

The invitation card was made extremely exquisite, and it was also stamped with golden prints. The dragon and the phoenix were auspicious, a good marriage for a hundred years.

Concubine, to put it bluntly, is still a concubine's room, and it can't even be called a marriage, but there is a trend nowadays, rich people accept concubine concubine, as long as anyone who is willing to spend extravagantly, can do it more lively than when marrying a wife, so that those who can't find it on weekdays For those who are well-connected and give gifts, this is an opportunity to make friends.

After a wedding banquet, the host's family is often full of money and will never lose money.

Although Lu Tongcang has no official position, but he is more capable than those so-called elders and high-ranking officials who have empty posts. There are not a few people in Shanghai who want to curry favor with him. This marriage must be full of gongs, drums and firecrackers. lively scene.

"Do you want me to go?" He Youan was puzzled.

"Have you met Lu Tongcang's third concubine?"

Before she could answer, Mr. Cheng said, "She looks a lot like you."

He Youan was startled and raised his head.

Mr. Cheng's expression was unpredictable, unable to distinguish between emotions and anger.

He Youan couldn't help stretching out his hand, but grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"I am innocent with Lu Tongcang."

"Of course I know." Mr. Cheng touched her cheek lightly, and said softly, "Why is it so cold? I don't mean to blame you. Whether Lu Tongcang is interested in you is beyond your control."

"At the beginning, I would rather drink all the wine on that table than compromise."

He Youan stretched out his arms around his waist, and pressed his face against his clothes.

"If you don't like it, from now on, when I hear his name, I will stay away."

"Okay." Mr. Cheng also stretched out his arms to embrace her.

The two enjoyed this silent moment.

The filming was about to start outside, the director was anxious to get angry, but he didn't dare to come in to urge him.

"Have you ever thought about taking a break for a while?" Mr. Cheng asked suddenly.

He Youan was startled, and looked up at him.

"If you want me to wash my hands in a golden basin, I will stop filming after the filming of this movie is finished."

Mr. Cheng laughed: "I mean temporarily, not to let you give up completely. I know that you like making movies, and you also have ambitions in your heart. You hope to make a good movie that will be exiled for a hundred years. How can you force you to do something you don't want to do. "

He Youan: "Then..."

Mr. Cheng: "Have you ever been to Hong Kong? It's similar to Shanghai, less prosperous, but it's also a big city. Recently, those threatening letters have been making you restless. When the contract for this film is over, you will live in Hong Kong." For a while."

He Youan: "What about you?"

Mr. Cheng said: "Of course I will be with you."

He Youan frowned: "What happened, Mr. Cheng, is there any danger in Shanghai, or—"

Mr. Cheng pressed her lips lightly, not letting him continue.

"Do you believe me?"

He Youan nodded.

Mr. Cheng: "Then do as I say."

He Youan blinked and looked up at him.

There was total dependence and admiration in those eyes, and the streamer shone brightly.

Anyone, especially a man, would sink into such a vortex of stars and moons.

Although Mr. Cheng is successful and promising, he is also a man.

Only people who are very close to He Youan know that the charm of this woman lies not only in her appearance and figure, but also in her temperament and conversation. Mr. Cheng has seen countless people, and has never met He Youan's Xie Yuhua.

This is also the first time he had the idea of ​​saying goodbye to the flowers and spending the rest of his life with a woman.

"Listen to me, don't ask so many questions."

Mr. Cheng touched her cheek.

He Youan said softly: "Okay, I will go wherever you go."

Mr. Cheng was very satisfied. Seeing her trying to calm down, showing anxiety and not daring to ask, he couldn't bear it, so he said: "I let you go to Hong Kong for your own good. I won't harm you. Don't you have Is a distant aunt in Hangzhou? If you don’t want to part with your relatives, take her away with you.”

Speaking of the only family member, He Youan cheered up a little.

"Then I'll find some free time to go to Hangzhou these few days, ask her old man, and bring her to me."

……

after an hour.

Mr. Cheng came out of He Youan's lounge, looking satisfied.

No one dared to urge him, let alone ask what he was doing inside.

Mr. Cheng walked to the car he had come from.

Chen Wendong was already waiting there.

"Mr. Cheng."

Seeing him approaching, Chen Wendong hastily bowed slightly.

"Mr. Shen said, let me follow you in the future, and ask Mr. Cheng to take me in."

Mr. Cheng paused.

"Did you send someone to kill Ling Shu?"

Chen Wendong: "Yes, Mr. Shen doesn't like that kid getting too close to Ms. He, so let me..."

Mr. Cheng: "In the future, don't act rashly without my order."

Chen Wendong: "But that kid has been by Miss Zha He's side all the time, just in case..."

Mr. Cheng: "Shen Shiqi asked you to follow me, but you didn't ask you to guide me?"

Chen Wendong hurriedly bent his waist even deeper.

"Mr. Cheng misunderstood, everything is up to you, I am talking too much!"

Mr. Cheng: "Also, I know that Shen Qiqi asked you to stay by He Youan's side to monitor her. From now on, you only need to protect her, and you don't have to worry about other things."

Chen Wendong was taken aback.

Mr. Cheng ignored his reaction, opened the car door by himself, and was about to get in the car.

Suddenly someone ran out from the set in a hurry.

"It's not good, Mr. Cheng! Miss He is injured!"

Mr. Cheng turned his head abruptly.

……

Ling Shu sneezed.

It was his fifth sneeze in 10 minutes.

"Who misses me so much?" He sighed. "A good life means a lot of troubles. The number of beauties who yearn for me can't be filled from here to the Huangpu River. I really don't know whose lovesickness makes me have such a big reaction."

"It's a disease."

A blanket was placed under Ling Shu's hood, covering him tightly.

At the same time, Yue Dingtang's voice came out.

"Uncle Zhou asked you to put it on."

"Uncle Zhou is so kind."

Ling Shu grabbed the blanket away, wrapped himself into a rice dumpling, and sneezed again while speaking.

He was wearing Yue Dingtang's pajamas.

Early this morning before dawn, Ling Shu took the train to Hangzhou. The Shanghai-Hangzhou railway went back and forth for ten hours, and the work could be done in one day. Unexpectedly, a heavy rain came in the afternoon, and he directly He was drenched and didn't bring a change of clothes. It was already eleven o'clock in the evening when he came back. If Yue Dingtang hadn't sent someone to pick him up, he would probably still be squatting at the train station and sneezing.

Yue Dingtang felt that if he could engrave characters on his forehead, he would definitely engrave eight characters on Lingshu's forehead.

Endless life, endless death.

I ran outside before my arm healed. After the heavy rain, the cold is the next best thing. I am afraid that the old injury will recur.

To put it bluntly, it's not me who is uncomfortable, so what does it have to do with him?

Even if Ling Shu really made himself a short-lived ghost, it was his own fault.

Just as he was about to sneer, the old butler came over with chicken soup.

"Take a couple of sips to warm your body."

"Thank you, Uncle Zhou!" Ling Shu held the bowl, sipped the hot chicken soup in small sips, and didn't forget to give a thumbs up and blow nonsense.

"Every time I drink this chicken soup, I can drink different layers and depths, just like reading that famous article, there is a saying in Zen language, seeing a mountain is still a mountain, seeing water is still water, the cook of the Yue family is like this The limit!"

The old housekeeper naturally smiled blindly.

"If you like it, drink more. There's still plenty in the kitchen. Don't worry, be careful not to burn it."

Yue Dingtang sighed, and swallowed back the ridicule.

After one Yue Chunxiao left, another old housekeeper came.

These people were all under Lingshu's Gu.

"The matter of He You'an is beginning to emerge."

Ling Shu drank the soup without looking up, and suddenly said a word.