Huarong sleeps until six o'clock, and is awakened by Yan Chuxi.

The man stands at the bedside, cold but beautiful face, with a bit of as always considerate and gentle.

Huarong sits up from the bed, reaches out to take the clothes handed over by Yan Chuxi, and gets off the bed while wearing them.

"Are you going to find a girlfriend these years?" She looked in the mirror, skillfully put lipstick on her lips, and said with a light laugh, "there should be a lot of female stars who make friends with you in the entertainment industry?"

Yan Chuxi stood behind her, his expression on his face was not very clear under the faint halo. He said, "no interest."

Huarong turned her head with a smile and looked at him: "is there no interest, or do you have a sense of belonging?"

Yan Chuxi raised his eyes and looked at her. His eyes were deep and he could not see his emotions. Huarong didn't notice anything. He turned his head and continued to mend her makeup.

It is the heart has a belonging, obsession, fall in love with what they can not get.

The man calmly took back his sight, after Huarong painted her make-up, he walked out of the door with her.

*

more than half an hour later, they arrived at the villa.

Huarong got out of the car and said to Yan Chuxi, "are you going to be in the production team next week? You can read the script at home these days. You don't have to come to me

Yan Chuxi looked at her, motionless: "if I push it?"

Huarong squinted at him and patted him on the shoulder: "this resource is a resource that I've worked so hard for you to talk about. You dare to push me. I press you to kneel down to apologize to the director."

Yan Chuxi nodded: "I know."

He took a look behind her, then slowly withdrew his gaze: "if you need to call me, I'll be there at any time."

Huarong nodded his head and watched Yan Chuxi drive away. Turning his head, he saw the back of Fengjin.

He didn't know when he appeared at the door, but now he has turned around and left.

She didn't take it seriously and walked into the house with her bag.

The air was full of the smell of food, and Huarong changed her shoes and entered the restaurant.

Old Feng sat on the main seat, saw the face of flowers, and said with a smile, "let's come."

Huarong, with a sweet smile on her face, walked over and sat down beside Feng Lao, "grandfather, didn't you tell me not to wait for me? The food is cold. "

Feng old looked at the opposite Feng brocade, "it's not because I don't have appetite to look at my grandson, or the girl is intimate."

Feng Jin, innocent by diss:

Huarong's face showed a sweet smile, while giving old Feng vegetables, while saying nice words, the old Feng coax a happy face.

What Feng Jin didn't like the most was the appearance of her sociable flower. He frowned slightly and felt that this woman was something he didn't like.

If you want him to marry her and live a lifetime, you'd better let him die.

After dinner, Huarong accompanied Mr. Feng for a walk outside. When he came back, Feng announced to them that he would return to Liangcheng tomorrow.

Huarong was slightly surprised: "grandfather, how can you go back so early?"

The old phoenix looked at the Phoenix brocade sitting on the sofa and said faintly: "grandfather came to see you. In a few months, you will come to Liangcheng to hold a wedding. In this case, you don't have to be here to add trouble."

Fengjin stood up, and at this time, he also felt sorry. He went to help him and said in a low voice, "I've been busy these days. My grandfather might as well stay a few more days. When I'm finished, I'll go shopping with my grandfather."

Old Feng frowned and said, "what are you busy with? Other people's things are very concerned about, their own family did not see you care more

Feng Jin also knew that he was not very decent in the past two days, and he bowed his head to receive training without saying a word.

Old Feng looked at him for a while, the voice sank down: "come upstairs later, come to my room."

Finish saying, leaning on crutches, with the help of housekeeper, went upstairs.

Fengjin stood in place and sighed.

Huarong, carrying black tea, looked at him with schadenfreude on one side, and said sarcastically, "are you going to be scolded by your grandfather?"

“……” Feng Jin looked at her face and thought of the way she had been in love with Yan Chuxi just now. Her throat was a little tight and uncomfortable.

He raised his hand and loosened his collar. Without a word, he turned and went upstairs.

Huarong looked at his back, cut a: "air what."

She drank a cup of black tea and frowned: "it's bitter."

*

"grandfather."

Feng Jin knocked on the door board gently.

The housekeeper came and opened the door for him.

"The Lord is waiting for you."

Feng Jin nodded and went in. He saw Feng sitting on the sofa.

It seems to have known for a long time that he would come up. He even confiscated his crutches.

"Grandfather."

He sat down on the other side of the road."What can I do for you?"

What do you think of the marriage with your grandson

Fengjin: "grandfather, I don't want to get married."

"You're not too young. It's time to start a family." Feng looked at this face which was similar to his own when he was young. In fact, what he loved most was the little grandson, so he also wanted to give him the best thing. "Huarong is a good girl, and my grandfather will not look away from her from childhood to adulthood."

Feng Jin lowered her head and said nothing.

"Tell me, why don't you want to marry her?"

"I don't like her." He looked up at him and said, "isn't that enough reason?"

"You really don't like her? In this world, there will be no one waiting for you all the time. It has been eight years since you graduated from high school to be a soldier. She has been waiting for you for eight years. In this world, no one will wait for you so long. "

" Grandpa, she makes me tired. " Feng brocade eyebrow heart tight frown up, "I am with her, uncomfortable, do you want me to marry a woman that he does not like to live a lifetime?"

"You really don't like her?" The wise and deep eyes of old Feng looked at him faintly, "you have to think clearly. I can help you when you retire, but you regret later. After passing this village, there is no shop. Huarong is just right for marriage. The young talent who is covetous to her is not short of you. When she marries another man, it's no use if you regret it. "

Feng Jin's throat is choked by the hypothesis of Feng Lao.

Huarong married another man?

He didn't think about it.

Old Feng raised his eyes and looked at him. He saw the hesitation of Fengjin's eyes, and slowly opened his mouth in a soft voice: "you want to know what you want and what you are escaping from. The little girls outside are really fresh and obedient. It's OK to play casually before getting married. If you're stupid again when you get married, I won't give up even if you're allowed by Huarong! "