Tianguang [entertainment circle]

"Since they have all come to Kunming, of course they have taken refuge at my house." Mu Sanwei gestured to the three cars behind him, and several drivers got out of the car and opened the doors for everyone, "Come on, get in the car."

Except for Jiang Yuan who still got into the car calmly, almost everyone was shocked.

This is probably Kuo Shao...

The Mu family's real estate is in Huayuan Villa in Xishan District.An avenue that bends like a silk belt leads to the periphery of the villa area. From time to time, a team of guards pass by and patrol.

After showing the owner's certificate, the three vehicles drove unimpeded to the single-family garden villa in the very center.

After they got out of the car, they followed Mu Sanwei into the iron-carved fence of the garden, and walked into the magnificent European-style villa amidst a variety of plants.

The biggest advantage of living in such a villa area is that it largely avoids the paparazzi and Yuji's tracking.The privacy of owners and residents can be protected here.

This is also the place where Jiang Yuan and Xin Ye can avoid the limelight.

When the room was allocated, Mu Sanwei lived in the master bedroom as the master of course.Originally, he wanted to assign the side bedroom next to the master bedroom to Xin Ye, but Ji Mu had already dragged his suitcase into the side bedroom.

His chubby body threw himself into the big soft bed, shaking his limbs in all directions.

"Ah~ Sanwei, your bed is so comfortable." Jimu sighed.

Mu Sanwei's face was ashen, with veins on his forehead, as if he was about to rush up and punch this ignorant guy in the next second.

Xin Ye chose a room with good light transmission, and the afterglow of the sunset was still faintly floating on the mahogany floor.

Jiang Principle waited for everyone to finish the selection before entering the room opposite Xin Ye.

After placing the luggage, I took a short rest.The nanny has prepared a sumptuous welcome dinner and is waiting for everyone to eat.

During the meal at the dining table, Mu Sanwei didn't have any scruples about the etiquette and demeanor of the rich and the young, and took the lead in discussing the storyboard script of the ending with everyone while eating.

And Jiang Yuan, the photographer in charge of the shooting, didn't say a word the whole time, just lowered his eyes and ate quietly.

But after leaving the table, she quickly recorded the new model discussed by everyone on the script.

Although she always looks like she doesn't care, she remembers it better than anyone else.

After adjusting the camera images on the script in the room, Jiang Yuan stretched his waist, took off the black gauze frilly half-sleeved shirt covering his body, and threw it on the seat casually.

She rubbed her cervical spine as if she was carrying a huge rock, and she put on her pajamas and a new set of toiletries and walked towards the bathroom with some fatigue.

I have been busy every day, and sooner or later I will get tired and suffer from cervical spondylosis.Jiang Yuan secretly sighed.

The Nordic-style pure music she likes is playing on the portable computer, and the soothing melody floats in the whole room.

Jiang Yuan submerged her whole body in the bathtub, feeling the hot water as a pair of warm and tender hands touching her skin, giving her a grand and lingering massage.

Outside.

Xin Ye knocked on the door of Jiang Yuan's room for a long time, but he couldn't hear Jiang Yuan's movement for a long time.

She had some doubts in her heart, she didn't know what Jiang Yuan was doing.

"Jiang Yuan? What are you doing?" Xin Ye knocked on the door again and asked, "You...you didn't open the door, so I came in by myself?"

She pressed the handle and opened the door.This made Xin Ye, who originally thought that if Jiang Yuan locked the door, she would turn around and go back to the room, had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk into the room.

Looking around and seeing Jiang Yuan's figure, Xin Ye tiptoed to look at Jiang Yuan's desk.

There was the sound of rippling water in the bathroom.

There is also a pleasant smell of sea breeze and lemon fragrance floating in the air, mixed with the soothing melody flowing down like an iceberg.

Xin Ye was wearing a summer suspender nightdress.Because she was afraid of the cold with the air conditioner on, she put on a thin beige long-sleeved jacket.

She was looking down at Jiang Yuan's storyboard on the table.Jiang Yuan has drawn nearly 48 shots of the ending part alone, and there seem to be different shooting versions.

Xin Ye was amazed, picked up the stack of scripts and flipped through the pages.

It turns out that Jiang Yuan's photos are so beautiful, part of the reason is that she draws very delicately.

Xin Ye looked at the general outlines in each shot. The strokes were simple but precise in shape. It could be seen that Jiang Yuan had a very deep painting skills.

With a "boom", Jiang Yuan wiped his hair with a dry towel on his shoulders, opened the bathroom door and walked out.

The two just stared at each other.

Jiang Yuan wiped the water from his hair: "?"

"Ah, you're done taking a shower." Xin Ye suddenly remembered that Jiang Yuan didn't like others touching her things, so he quickly put the script on the table, "I picked it up just because I was curious about the script."

Jiang Yuan let out a "hmm", took out a frosted bottle of fruit wine on the cabinet, walked to the bed and sat down with ease.

"You came to me just to read the script?" Jiang Yuan smiled, took a sip of fruit wine, and sat cross-legged in the center of the soft bed.

Shino scratched his head.

"No," Xin Ye walked to the end of the bed, and handed a large notebook in his hand to Jiang Yuan, "This is the outline of the new script I wrote on the plane today, I want to show you."

While talking, Xin Ye tightly clutched the portable notepad in the other hand.

Jiang Yuan glanced at her face with downcast eyes, nodded with a little inquiring meaning, and raised his hand to take it.

She opened the big book: "Sit down."

Xin Ye heard what she said, so he looked around.

There is no sofa in the room, only a soft seat in front of the desk.

But the clothes that Jiang Yuan took off were hanging on the seat at this time.

Is it...

Did she let herself sit on...the bed?

Xin Ye was taken aback by his own thought.She glanced at Jiang Yuan, but saw that she didn't seem to care, so she let out a long breath, touched the quilt obediently, took off her slippers and climbed onto the bed.

Jiang Yuan felt the depression at the end of the bed as if the lake was flowing, and couldn't help but look up.

Xin Ye, who was wearing a nightgown, was already kneeling in front of her.

Her waist-length curly hair was almost attached to the soft bed at this time, and under the warm yellow light in the room, the agile silhouette seemed a little softer.

Seeing Jiang Yuan suddenly looking at her, Xin Ye couldn't help feeling nervous.

Could it be that I have misunderstood...?

Jiang Yuan only glanced at it lightly, then quickly withdrew his gaze, and continued to bury his head in the big book in his hand.

However, her hand that turned the pages was stroking the pages back and forth at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After being quiet for a while, Xin Ye was a little sleepy and yawned slightly.

Jiang Yuan turned the next page.

"Is this a story about a European farmer in the 18th century?" Jiang Yuan looked up at Xin Ye.

Xin Ye nodded: "Yes, the background is the British and French old aristocratic manor economic period."

"The protagonist is—" Jiang Yuan paused slightly imperceptibly, "The daughter and maid of the manor's house?"

Shino still nodded.

Jiang Yuan glanced at her meaningfully, then came back to look at the content of the story in this book.

The scenes and lines have not been refined yet, and it seems that this is just a script that has just taken shape.

It's just why Xin Ye suddenly wanted to write a story between two women?

And looking at her way of thinking, it seems that she wants to write a love story between these two women.Jiang Yuan was suddenly a little curious, what kind of creative thinking did she have when she conceived the content of this script on the plane today?

"Why do you want to write this story?" Jiang Yuan asked aloud.

"Hmm... It's just that in my impression, there doesn't seem to be such a script in China." Xin Ye thought carefully, "I have carefully studied an English-French film directed by Ang Lee before, and it talks about two characters with different characters. The sisters have different love stories. But when I watched this movie, I was full of thoughts about why such two girls who fit so well couldn’t be together.”

""Sense and Sensibility"?" Jiang Yuan seemed to have an impression.

"Yes!" Xin Ye agreed, his eyes sparkling brighter, "Although there is nothing wrong with the original script of the movie, I just think that if these two sisters fell in love, the core of the story might be deeper. "

Xin Ye was looking for something while talking: "I always feel like I'm missing something... Where is my notepad?"

Jiang Yuan frowned and glanced at the portable notepad in Xin Ye's hand, and then at Xin Ye who didn't realize that the notepad was in his hand.

She laughed "Puff", and snatched the notepad from Xin Ye's hand.

"Are you looking for this?" Jiang Yuan shook the notepad he got in his hand, ready to open it to read, "What did screenwriter Xin Ye miss?"

Before turning the first page, a burst of wild lily fragrance rushes into Jiang Yuan's breath.

With the weightlessness of his body, Jiang Yuan suddenly fell backwards, and when he recovered, he was lying flat on the soft bed.

The long, fluffy curly hair scratched Jiang Yuan's neck and collarbone, and she opened her eyes wide, looking at Xin Ye who was pressing on her body at this moment.

Xin Ye rested his hands on both sides of Jiang Yuan's neck, and the notepad that he wanted to grab back had already fallen aside.

The breaths of the two were entangled.

The hem of Xin Ye's nightdress did not reach her knees, and her two smooth and tender legs intertwined with Jiang Yuan's two long legs, and the temperature between the skin and the skin became more and more warm as they were tightly attached to each other.

"I'm sorry!" Xin Ye's face suddenly turned red, like a steaming tomato.

She hurriedly supported her arms to get up, but the palm of her hand pressed against the flesh on Jiang Yuan's arm.

Seeing that Xin Ye was about to fall to the other side of the bed, Jiang Yuan stretched out his hand to grab Xin Ye's waist, turned over and took her into his arms.

The up and down positions of the two suddenly changed.

Jiang Yuan looked at the girl under him at this time, the long curly black hair was spread softly on the bedding like water plants, the thin outer shirt was in a mess, revealing her fragrant shoulders with a hint of blush.

The suspenders were also skewed due to the aggressive movements, outlining the outline of the pair of snow-white breasts.

At this moment, Xin Ye blushed, turned his head slightly with trembling eyelashes, and did not dare to look directly at Jiang Yuan's bewitching eyes.

Under Xin Ye's swan-like neck, there is a pair of delicate collarbones like butterfly wings.

Her shy expression and snow-white skin were all reflected in Jiang Yuan's pupils at this moment.

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Hey, I have reached the number of words that should be published before I finish writing.

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