Hearing this name, Tian Miao, who was still sluggish just now, was shocked.
She straightened up and looked at Xiang Fengyu in surprise.
"Sister Xiaoyu, how do you know this name?"
Xiang Fengyu's eyes flashed for a moment.
"Do you know her? Are you related?"
Tian Miao shook her head.
"I...I don't know, I just heard my mother mention this name."
Even though Tian Miao didn't know, Xiang Fengyu knew about the relationship between the two when he saw the photo of Tian Miao's mother.
The woman in the photo is holding her daughter with a shy smile.
Xiang Fengyu couldn't believe it when he first saw this photo.
Because Tian Miao’s mother…
Looks exactly like Tian Tian.
Xiang Fengyu saw photos of Tian Tian when he was young in front of the nursing home in the information provided by the hacker.
The two women looked exactly alike.
Even Xiang Fengyu felt a little creepy.
She quickly took out her phone and found Tian Tian's information that the hacker brother had sent her before. She scrolled down and saw the column of relatives in the form——
Sister: Tian Xiao
[Wait a minute, then Tian Miao and I are cousins! ? 】
Xiang Fengyu was shocked.
Good guy, her heroine is her cousin.
Dingyan suddenly spoke up: [Don’t you think Tian Tian and Tian Xiao look a bit familiar? 】
Xiang Fengyu nodded to himself: [Me? 】
Dingyan said a name she didn't expect: [Xiang Shilan]
Xiang Shilan has a smooth and standard oval face, but her facial features are not very delicate. If you compare her carefully, she has some similarities with the Tian sisters.
Xiang Fengyu actually didn't quite remember what Xiang Shilan looked like. He searched carefully in his memory and compared it with the photos in his hand and found some clues.
"The Xiang family's daughter-in-law looks like a mistress?"
"What does this mean? All evil people have the same appearance?"
As a professional in dog-blood literature, Xiang Fengyu suddenly flashed a clichéd joke in his mind, and then smiled to himself.
"How can it be."
Yan Xingyue and Xia Yang are the protagonists.
She is just a cannon fodder, how could she be so dramatic?
Tian Miao felt much more relaxed after knowing that his mother's life was not in danger.
The basket in her hand was filled with freshly picked winter dates, which the aunt next door brought to her from her own home after she knew Tian Miao was back.
Tian Miao tasted one and it was quite sweet.
I plan to give it all to Xiang Fengyu.
She felt extremely guilty that something like this happened before filming started, but she was more moved by Xiang Fengyu's company as a screenwriter.
She thought to herself that a considerate and gentle person like Sister Xiaoyu deserved to find such a handsome fiancé.
The photo frame had been left there for too long without being wiped, and Xiang Fengyu's fingers were stained with dust.
He casually took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe it, and heard Tian Miao's voice coming from outside the house.
"Sister Xiaoyu——"
Tian Miao stepped in and looked up to see Xiang Fengyu, who was taking out a pair of black briefs from his pocket and wiping his hands.
Still a men’s model.
Tian Miao: “…”
Xiang Fengyu, who calmly wiped it off and stuffed it back into his pocket, turned to look over.
"What's wrong?"
Tian Miao: I must be dazzled
That must be the case.
How could it be a pair of underwear?
Who in the right mind would wipe their hands with their underwear?
It’s also a men’s triangle style! ! !
Feeling that there was still a strange feeling on the fingertips, Xiang Fengyu frowned, took out the underwear in his pocket and wiped it again.
"Sister Xiaoyu!!!"
Tian Miao’s voice was broken!
Xiang Fengyu was startled by her sudden sound.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing her staring at the thing in her hand, she glanced down at Feng Yu.
Then there was a sharp explosion: "Ah!!!!!!!!!"
Tian Miao breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that Sister Xiaoyu didn't do it on purpose.
It doesn't matter, she is very considerate and will never laugh out loud.
Xiang Fengyu looked at the underwear in his hand that he was using to wipe his hands: "Yueyue!!!"
"How can I use you to wipe my hands! How could it be like this!! Are they dirty? No, you can't wash them!! After washing them, the smell of Yueyue will be gone!! Yueyue!!!!!!"
She lowered her head and sniffed sharply.
"Hmm...it smells like Yueyue laundry soap. It's so comfortable."
Tian Miao: The hanging heart finally died
Realizing that Tian Miao was still there, Xiang Fengyu smiled sheepishly.
"I'm sorry, Xiaomiao, I'm a bit eccentric."
Tian Miao smiled a little reluctantly.
"It doesn't matter...it doesn't matter...artists all have quirks."
So do those who write articles.
At this moment, Yan Xingyue was sitting in the car with a headset: "..."
He silently took off his headset, his dark eyes filled with helplessness.
...
Although Tian Miao's mother was safe, her injuries were not minor.
Xiang Fengyu found a nurse for her, and Tian Miao was so moved that she almost knelt down for her.
"It's included in your salary, it's just an advance paid to you."
Tian Miao felt relieved and thought about going back to filming seriously. She just wanted to make money.
The two booked tickets for tomorrow.
At night, Xiang Fengyu slept in Tian Miao's room.
The room is big and clean.
After climbing into bed, Xiang Fengyu called Yan Xingyue.
"Yueyue, are you asleep?"
Yan Xingyue said no.
Xiang Fengyu made a direct video call.
Yan Xingyue answered quickly.
The camera went dark.
"You turned off the lights."
She enlarged Yan Xingyue's window and took a closer look, but could only see the outline of his face.
"Um."
A familiar, low-pitched voice came through the loudspeaker.
It was Yan Xingyue's voice.
Xiang Fengyu curled her lips unconsciously, without even noticing it herself.
"It doesn't matter. Even though you are far away in City S, I can still smell you."
He took Yan Xingyue's used handkerchief from the bedside, put it under Xiang Fengyu's nose and took a big sip, his face full of intoxication.
Yan Xingyue: "......Yeah."
Looking out of the car window, she saw the lights on the second floor. Yan Xingyue pinched Xiang Fengyu's mouth with her fingers, and the void squeezed the person into a duck's mouth.
The two of them were silent for a while.
"Yueyue, have you ever thought about your ideal type before?"
Xiang Fengyu suddenly felt a little pity for him when he thought that Xiao Sick Yangzi was alone, weak and unable to control his freedom of marriage.
Unexpectedly, Yan Xingyue said 'hmm'.
Xiang Fengyu stood up from the bed with a jerk.
"Zun Du Fake Du!"
Yan Xingyue, who had to take medicine before killing someone and grew up alone with her mother, actually still has an ideal type! ?
It won't be like the heroine.
He has a heroic appearance and a strong sense of justice, which perfectly complements his dark side! ? ?
"who!!"
Xiang Fengyu's expression became serious.
At the same time, I guessed that he was not kidding me.
Who would have thought that Yan Xingyue would actually spit out a name.
"Xiao Sheng."
Xiang Fengyu couldn't hide the shock on his face: "Who is Xiao Sheng!?"
Yan Xingyue calmly turned down the volume.
"I push."
Xiang Fengyu:?
She changed the interface and entered these two words to search on Baidu.
Xiao Sheng
Zhaobao Tianzun.
Commonly known as——
God of Wealth.
Xiang Fengyu: "..."
OK OK.
