After the rebirth became popular in the entertainment circle, the scumbags regretted it

After the meal, Ming Dai sat on the bamboo chair in the porch, smacking her lips aftertaste.

After eating the famous vegetarian food in Feiyun Temple, Mingdai knew that vegetarian food can have such a good taste.

Fortunately, in her imagination, Su Zhai is bland and tasteless, but now she is directly subverted by Master Su Zhai's craftsmanship in Feiyun Temple.

If the fat-reducing meal during filming is this level, then she can...

Mingdai, who was constantly dreaming, rested her chin with one hand, squinted her eyes comfortably because of the feeling of fullness brought by the food, and said casually:

"You like to come to Feiyun Temple, is it because the food here is very delicious?"

"Well, you saw it."

He Mu gave a serious answer.

Then he circled Ming Dai's wrist.

Ming Dai looked down, didn't care, and let him go.

He snorted twice like a satiated cat, soon fell into a drowsiness, and his voice was indistinct:

"I knew it."

After breakfast, I went out to Feiyun Temple. First I asked the old abbot to drink tea, and then I hiked in the mountains for several hours. There was no time to rest during the whole process. Now it is quite normal to feel sleepy after eating.

"Are you sleepy? Go to sleep."

He Mu's voice was like a soothing breeze.

Ming Dai murmured twice, her eyelids were quickly pressed down heavily.

When she was in a trance and fell into a dream, she felt that her wrist was a little cool and heavy, as if He Mu was holding something in her hand, so she struggled to open her eyes to see.

He Mu, who had expected it for a long time, patted her on the head at the right time, so that she fell into a sweet dream again before she had time to struggle.

When I woke up again, it was already half an hour later.

Mingdai vaguely remembered what happened to her before going to bed, but she just couldn't remember it.

Raising his hand and scratching his face, he saw the heavy Buddhist beads on his wrist.

A total of [-] solid lobular red sandalwood beads, can it not sink?
But why does this string of Buddhist beads look so similar to Master Abbot's?
Ming Dai couldn't figure it out.

Just in time and Mu stepped in from the yard.

"Are you awake? I asked the master for some wild tea. I used the cold extraction method to remove the astringency and add some sweetness. You have a taste."

He Mu was holding a glass teacup in his hand.

Ming Dai raised her wrist towards him: "What is this?"

"Prayer beads." He Mu replied casually, "Given by Master Abbot."

"Give it to me?" Ming Dai scratched her head puzzled.

"...I gave it to you."

Now Ming Dai understands.

Master Abbot gave it to He Mu, and then He Mu transferred it to her.

She was about to take off the prayer bead in a hurry: "How about giving it to me the gift that Master Abbot gave you."

He Mu, who came closer, suppressed her movements, and stuffed the cool glass teacup into her hand.

"Mine is yours."

His tone was firm and calm.

After hearing this, Ming Dai blurted out:

"Then you are at a disadvantage!"

After finishing speaking, Ming Dai was taken aback for a moment.

Then Hemu also laughed.

"How can anyone dislike having too much?"

Ming Dai muttered, but couldn't find a word to refute.

In desperation, I took a sip of cold-extracted wild tea first.

Indeed, as He Mu said, compared to the hot tea in the morning, this cold-brewed tea soup is sweeter and more delicious, which suits her taste, and she can't help but drink several sips in a row.

During this interruption, Master Abbot came out from the courtyard, apparently to bid farewell to Ming Dai and Mu.

They originally planned to go back after eating a vegetarian meal at Feiyun Temple, but because Ming Dai was sleepy, they were delayed for an extra half an hour.

As the "culprit" of delaying time, Ming Dai showed embarrassment and touched her nose uncomfortably.

Although it wasn't her intention, this action made the buddha beads on her wrist exposed.

Master Abbot saw it at a glance.

Then smiled lightly: "This prayer bead is very suitable for you."

Seeing this, Ming Dai felt relieved, she was worried that Master Abbot would mistakenly think that He Mu didn't pay much attention to his gift because of He Mu's act of donating the Buddhist beads to her.

Looking at it now, Master Abbot not only did not express any objection, but also praised the effect of Ming Dai wearing the bracelet, as if he was purely praising a tool, rather than the original owner of the beads.

Ming Dai looked at the other party with admiration: As expected of a master!Sure enough, he is open-minded!
With Old God He Mu at the side, Master Fang Zhang's reaction was as expected: It seems that he guessed right, the Buddha beads given by the Abbot were only given to Ming Dai through his hands.Ming Dai is the real destined person for this string of Buddhist beads.

But no one said anything.

Saying goodbye to the abbot, Ming Dai and Mu walked out from the back door of the temple, boarded the car and left, and returned to the villa.

For the next day and a half, neither of them went out again.

He Mu is very busy, he still can't have a good vacation while staying in the holiday villa, there are endless business affairs waiting for him.

Through a door, Mingdai could hear him having an international video conference with someone. In just a few hours, he had switched more than five languages. Mingdai could distinguish only English, French, and German. Even she doesn't know which country she belongs to.

... the pain of a scumbag.

Although Ming Dai is a talented actress in the eyes of many people, she can even improve her college entrance examination score to [-] points in just one year, which is already in the category of intelligence.

But compared with a god like He Mu, this can only be regarded as a scumbag.

Fortunately, Ming Dai is very clear about this point, so she doesn't feel frustrated, she sighs twice at He Mu's super language ability across the door, and wanders around in the study of the villa.

It seems that bookshelves are indispensable in every residence of He Mu. Even the holiday villa in Zhuquan Mountain, which is visited only twice a year, has a wall-high bookshelf full of books.

The housekeeper, Uncle Meng, said that the books here are relatively common and common, and those books of the collection level are all kept in the old house in Yanjing, and a special person is in charge of taking care of them on a regular basis.

Ming Dai was bored, so she picked a psychology book from the bookshelf. The author's narration was easy to understand, and the threshold was not high. Even if Ming Dai was a layman in psychology, she could quickly integrate into the book and read it with gusto.

He Mu is busy and tense in seconds, while Ming Dai, who is separated by a door, is slow, leisurely and at ease.

Ming Dai was reclining on the dark green chaise longue chair, her raised calves were shaking slightly, her skirt was dangling like flowing clouds, and a thin blanket was placed on her legs.

Not far away, apart from the tall bookshelves that exude the fragrance of ink, there is a stone fireplace next to it. Although there is no need to burn the fireplace this season, the firewood placed inside is also for visual effects, but it doesn't matter, as long as the atmosphere is here.

Ming Dai now feels that there is a lot of atmosphere, even if she doesn't step out, her life is still very leisurely and comfortable.

And when Ming Dai was happily reading with her feet up.

With the gap in the door open, He Mu could see Ming Dai's dangling snow-white calf as soon as he raised his eyes.

He smiled lightly, and also felt extremely satisfied, such a time couldn't be better.

It's a pity that time passed so fast.