Don’t Annoy Me, My Ex-Husband!

Yuan Yao quickly withdrew her eyes.

Then the deputy director next to him organized everyone to discuss the script together. Most of the crew moved to the living room. Several people expressed their understanding of the script, how to quickly bring emotions, chatting and chatting, and from time to time a scene .

Everyone has the same hobbies, and they blended into the atmosphere without knowing it.

Of course, this naturally does not include Xia Mingxiu,

In fact, Xia Mingxiu was able to stay tonight, which really surprised everyone.

It is said that Chen Lao, the owner of the villa, stayed.

They are so relaxed now because, just after dinner, Xia Mingxiu left the living room.

They didn't know where they went, but they were all guessing that President Xia might be with Old Chen again.

It was nine o'clock without knowing it. If the servant of the villa hadn't come out to remind everyone, I guess everyone would have to talk about it.

Yuan Yao hasn't been so comfortable for a long time, after all, it's all things of interest.

However, no matter how interesting it is, you have to abide by the owner's request here, one by one, one after another upstairs.

Yuan Yao's room is the highest floor compared to the others in the crew, and even the deputy director and other people rest downstairs.

The producer once told her once, but she didn't care about it at the beginning. When she was eating, people occasionally questioned her room, and Yuan Yao realized that her room sounded a little bit unique.

But if you think about it carefully, you will also understand.

This kind of thing cannot escape Xia Mingxiu's handwriting.

However, on what floor does Xia Mingxiu live?

not……

Yuan Yao returned to her room, opened the door, and found that the bag she had brought was on the sofa. The room was so big that she didn’t know where the bedroom was.

There was still a burst of plant scent from the old wood in the room, and the white veil by the window fluttered gently, rustling like a swaying cloud, as if the breeze outside the window would be blown away if it was stronger.

Yuan Yao's eyebrows twitched, and she involuntarily walked in the direction of the window screen.

The white and slender hands lightly grasped the white veil, gently opened it, and then settled. Suddenly, behind the white veil, a large terrace was hidden. In front of the terrace, she visited the orchard twice during the day.

The autumn breeze was cool, but there was a sweet smell in the air, the sweetness of fruits, the fragrance of plants, and even a faint smell of tea. Listen carefully, and the sound of running water has been sounding slightly.

Yuan Yao didn't know where the tea fragrance came from. He remembered the sight of the back mountain during the day. It is estimated that the mountain may even be a tea garden.

No matter what, there is freedom and vitality everywhere.

Holding the handrail on the terrace, she closed her eyes and took a long deep breath!

Yuan Yao felt the unprecedented relaxation and enjoyment as the air was inhaled into the heart and spleen.

I haven't felt this way for a long time...

After a long time, Yuan Yao slowly opened her eyes, and her eyes were filled with doubts.

Haven't felt this for a long time?

Yes, she had experienced this feeling before.

I couldn't help but think of grandma's face again, and his eyes fell through the dark night sky to the orchard below.

A good castle villa, with a vegetable garden in the front and a persimmon forest in the back, against the mountain and next to the water.

Does it mean that older people like this kind of life?