After wearing into the slag A, the powerful wife

Chapter 12

The unusual He Song packed up the few luggage in the apartment and packed them together and moved into Mo Qingran's villa.

The moment he stepped into the mansion, He Song was still a little dazed. Could it be that she had met the benefactor and reached the pinnacle of her life?

Even his wish to buy a villa has come true.

Three seconds after his thoughts were corrupted by money, He Song pinched his thigh and woke up.

It wasn't hers, Xiao couldn't think of it.

The living room of Regal's villa is much larger than her bachelor apartment, and all kinds of expensive furnishings almost blind He Song's eyes.She doesn't have the ability to appreciate antiques, but since it can be placed in Mo's house, it must not be ordinary or pirated.

There are two half-person-high celadon vases at the door, a long scroll of antique pictures of hundreds of horses on the wall of the living room, and a tea set with dragon and phoenix in relief exquisitely carved in pear blossom wood, which is worthy of being a wealthy family.

He Song dragged a pink Hello Kitty suitcase, stood on the stairs on the first floor, turned to look at Mo Qingran who was sitting on the sofa drinking tea, "Where do I live?"

Mo Qingran has changed into comfortable and loose home clothes, her shoulder-length short hair is tied up with a rubber band, and there is a laptop on the table. Today's work has been changed to offline office in advance by her.

"Go up the stairs and turn right on the second floor. They are all guest rooms."

He Song nodded and went up with the suitcase.

Originally, she thought it would take a lot of work to move, but after tidying up the apartment, she found that there was actually nothing.

Jiang Weiran's flamboyant taste is different from hers, she kept all those flamboyant floral shirts in the closet indifferently, and when she barely picked out some wearable ones to stuff in the suitcase, Mo Qingran said, "The clothes can be reused after moving out." purchase.

As for those miscellaneous magazine photos and the like, to be honest, although she has memories of the original owner, she is not Jiang Weiran after all, and these things do not belong to her.

So in the end, He Song packed lightly, only brought a few changes of clothes and ID, and got into Mo Qingran's Land Rover.

After putting the things in place, He Song stretched his waist, went into the bathroom and took a shower.

Although it is a guest room, it has everything, even pajamas.

However, He Song hasn't seen a third person since he entered the door. What about the servants of the Mo family?

Although there is an insider, but Mo Qingran will not be dismissed all of them.

"Most of them have been fired. Wouldn't it be convenient for you to have no servants? I can call them to come over."

Oh, and turned into remote call mode...

He Song was wearing a bathrobe, with a white towel on his shoulders, and stood next to Mo Qingran with wet hair, "It's not inconvenient, it's such a big villa, it's strange that there are only two of us and it's deserted."

Mo Qingran's eyes reflected the blue and white screen of the notebook. Hearing He Song's words, he said casually, "Just get used to it. I don't feel deserted when I'm alone."

"It's past eight o'clock in the evening, and the work is not over yet?" He Song sat next to Mo Qingran.

Feeling the sag of the sofa, Mo Qingran tapped the keyboard and said, "Come on, some parts of this plan still need to be revised, and it will be finished in 10 minutes. Why don't you blow your hair?"

Even though he is so busy, he still said that he has nothing to do to visit the class today, Mo Qingran, when will you stop being so duplicity?

He Song stroked his half-wet hair, "It's too troublesome to blow-dry long hair."

In fact, long hair is just an excuse for her. She is the type of person who likes to dry naturally without a hair dryer. Unless she is going to be on camera, she will be pressed on the chair by the makeup artist to blow out various styles after washing her hair neatly.

"If you don't blow your hair for a long time, you will get a headache." Mo Qingran said.

He Song laughed, "Mo Qingran, your tone of voice sounds like my grandma's."

Mo Qingran didn't even blink, and said: "Listen to grandma, you must be right. Grandma is thinking about your health."

Hahaha, more like that.

Unexpectedly, Mo Qingran had an unruly and humorous soul under her cold and cold appearance.

Nothing to do, He Song stood up from the sofa, "Let me make you some dessert, which one do you want, soufflé or egg tart?"

Mo Qingran: "Mango Melaleuca, thank you. Mango and whipped cream are in the refrigerator."

He Songjun pulled his slippers and walked to the kitchen. There were many electrical appliances in a dazzling array. The oven was as tall as one person, divided into three floors, and there was a refrigerator with double doors. The ingredients are arranged in different categories.

Vegetable area, meat area, sauce area, and a dedicated dessert area.

Everything is available.

"Mo Qingran, there are so many things in your refrigerator! Do you usually cook by yourself?"

From afar, she heard Mo Qingran's voice, "Auntie probably bought it, she comes to my house every day to cook for me."

That's right, He Song nodded his chin, Mo Qingran doesn't look like someone who can cook.

The procedure for making Mango Melaleuca is not complicated.

Eggs, powdered sugar, appropriate amount of milk and low-gluten flour are stirred evenly to make a pie crust, and then the butter is melted in water and added to the pie crust liquid.Put the oil in the pan to preheat, and then fry a spoonful of the pie skin liquid again and again into a yellow translucent crystal film.

After that, whip the whipped cream to a suitable level, then dice the mango, and spread it layer by layer.

It didn't take long for the sweet buttery smell to float out of the kitchen.

Mo Qingran, "Are you ready?"

He Song: "It's almost there. It will taste better if I put it in the refrigerator."

A few minutes later, He Song walked out of the kitchen, only to see that Mo Qingran in the living room had disappeared, and the computer screen was still on, and had retreated to the desktop.

What about people?

After work, I should go take a shower.Unconsciously, He Song glanced up, and Mo Qingran's bedroom was on the left side of the second floor.

She suppressed the out-of-control picture imagined by Nai Haili, withdrew her thoughts, sat where Mo Qingran was originally sitting, and turned on her phone.

The first thing that popped up were several verification applications requesting to be added as friends.

He Song clicked on it and found that the other party was added by Yu Dongdong through the group chat "Fenghualu Big Family".

He Song didn't think too much about the colleagues who looked down and didn't see them when they looked up.

The second after she agreed, Yu Dongdong sent a message, "Sister He, is that you?"

You added me, who else could I be if I am not He Song?

He Song sent over: "How is your health now? Is the injury on your leg better?"

Yu Dongdong sent a cute and aggrieved emoji, saying: "Thank you sister He for your concern, the doctor has already bandaged me, but it will take a few days to recover, but after the holiday, I should be able to resume work, no Delaying the filming progress of the film crew~~”

...Well, is Yu Dongdong such a lively personality?

He Song felt that the Yu Dongdong who was chatting with her now and the Yu Dongdong who met in the crew were simply two people.This is more like Yu Dongdong who fits the original plot setting. Before that, he still ignored him and refused to say a word.

Good guy, girl, you still have two faces.

Yu Dongdong is actually quite lively and cheerful in the crew, and many staff members like her little sunny personality, but when she comes to He Song alone, she becomes a cold-eyed look.

In the play, Wen Xiao and Lu Li are good friends, and Yu Dongdong can smile and give Lu Li care and trust like a spring breeze.But after the play, Yu Dongdong shut up and lowered his head to recite his lines seriously.

The careful Wu Qing also found out about this, and he specially asked Yu Dongdong, "If you want to understand a person, you can't just rely on rumors on the Internet. It's like acting. To play a role, you have to learn from her." Personality, image, habits, details, etc. must be carefully considered in many aspects, so that you can express it vividly, and other people’s one-sided words and stereotypes will greatly affect your judgment.”

"I know you have some opinions on He Song, but you should know what kind of person she is after getting along with her for so long."

But Yu Dongdong's attitude is still lukewarm.

It was filming originally, and I didn't say how close I had to be with the actors who acted in the film, and it was understandable for Yu Dongdong to be like this. First, He Song is an alpha. Second, the little sister she knew in private once had a relationship with Jiang Weiran is a crew.

Play big names, put on a bad face, and let the whole crew circle around her.

This is all the little sister's personal experience, and Yu Dongdong has no choice but to believe it.

At the beginning, He Song hadn't noticed Yu Dongdong's cold reception, and she couldn't help but want to chatter when she was free from acting, so she chatted with Yu Dongdong about her feelings about acting.

But after a few times, no matter how big his eyes are, He Song also found the other party's indifference.

Now He Song has to take the responsibility of the original owner, she finds it really difficult to be a human being.

Looking at the inconsistent Yu Dongdong, He Song simply said, be careful, and exited the dialog.

She has done her best to help her today. If Yu Dongdong changed her previous impression of herself because of this, it would be good, and the filming and publicity will be much smoother in the future.

"Are you chatting?" Mo Qingran's voice suddenly sounded from behind He Song. He Song paused with his fingers and turned his head.

"It scared me to death, why are you walking so silently?"

Mo Qingran was wearing the exact same bathrobe as He Song's, her hair had been dried and was draped softly on her shoulders, and she was holding a hair dryer in her hand.

"My house is carpeted."

She replied, and pressed the plug of the hair dryer into the socket beside the sofa, "If you don't blow your hair, you will easily catch a cold and have a headache. If you find it troublesome, I will blow it for you."

He Song was overwhelmed by the flattery, and he pretended to refuse on the surface, "This is not good, it's too much trouble for Miss Mo, I'd better do it myself."

Mo Qingran blinked her eyes, her face was flat, "Okay, you can come by yourself."

She stuffed the powered-on hair dryer into He Song's hand.

Um?This approach is wrong, I was just pretending to be polite, but I really want to trouble you.

Seeing the sudden change of expression on He Song's face as expected, Mo Qingran could hardly restrain the smile at the corner of his mouth, this person is too interesting.

All expressions are written on the face, and if you say change your face, you will change your face.

It seems that ever since she met He Song, she would always be teased by her.

"Forget it, for the sake of Mango Melaleuca, let me blow it up for you, there will be back and forth."

Noisy wind came from the air duct, and He Song squinted comfortably, feeling Mo Qingran's slightly cool fingers running repeatedly through her black hair.

The warm wind was blowing, taking away the coolness from the scalp, and the water droplets fell down the tail of the hair, dripping into the white towel, leaving a wet stain.

Looking at He Song's cozy and comfortable appearance, Mo Qingran unconsciously thought of a large golden retriever, which was comfortable to touch and even snored a little.

"It's comfortable, the hair is wet, always sticking to the face and neck, that's quite uncomfortable."

He Song nodded honestly, "I need to change my bad habits, or will you continue blowing my head?"

She's just overreaching, one hair blowing service is not enough, and she's thinking about a second time?

But Mo Qingran agreed, "Just watch the time, if you're not busy, I can help you blow it."

He Song snickered, his hands on both sides of his legs clutched the leather sofa so tightly that the floor was deformed.

Oh my god, it's another day to be so cute by the heroine.

After blowing for about ten minutes, her hair was almost dry, and Mo Qingran turned off the hair dryer. She squatted down and was about to unplug it, but her figure suddenly stopped and she didn't move.

He Song felt strange, "What's wrong?"

She bent down to help Mo Qingran, but she saw her face covered in sweat, pale in pain.

Mo Qingran said weakly: "You... get me some medicine, it's on the third floor of the cabinet over there."

The author has something to say:

Author: One of you thinks the other is like a cat, the other thinks that the other is like a dog, and both of you think that the other is not human.

He Song: What do you know, this is a tacit understanding between lovers.

Thanks for catching bugs, it has been changed.