Chapter 117

Pei Yihuan's eyes froze, his thin lips moved slowly, and he opened his mouth sternly: "You can tell them yourself that I'm not a messenger between you, and that's why I called here?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and after a long time, Zuo Lan spoke softly: "Today is Aunt Lan's death day, I want to chat with you for a while, are you in Fangzhuang now? I remember that every year in the past , you will go to Fangzhuang to see Aunt Lan by yourself, the scenery there is beautiful, and Aunt Lan has always been a beautiful person."

"I haven't had a phone call in six years, why did you call today?" Pei Yihuan's handsome face was full of sarcasm and coldness.

Once again, Zuo Lan became silent, the two of them were silent for a while, only the faint sound of breathing echoed in the phone.

His long and narrow eyes moved upwards, and a deep voice escaped from his thin lips: "I miss you?"

Zuo Lan still didn't say anything, but her breathing was a little short.

"Your words at that time could have been so decisive, so you should be so decisive, and you shouldn't have a trace of nostalgia in your heart..." Pei Yihuan slowly said word by word: "You first bestowed this kind of cruelty on others, so You also don't have the qualifications. When six years were finally as calm as water, you threw a pebble on the water again in the name of caring, causing it to ripple round and round. Do you think you are kind or cruel? "

"I thought your anger was gone, that's why I mustered up a lot of courage to make this call, but now it seems that I was wrong." Zuo Lan's voice was slightly apologetic and a little dark.

He has a big temper, so she naturally knows it better than anyone else.

So, after leaving in the first year, she didn't call him because she was afraid that he was still angry, and it was the same from the second year until the fifth year.

This year is the sixth year, and she always thought that the anger in his heart should dissipate, but now it seems that she is still wrong!

Suddenly, a low and lazy male voice came over: "Is there no dinner?"

Immediately, Pei Yihuan's slender body stiffened for a while, the veins on the back of his big hand holding the mobile phone bulged, and the light in his eyes became like a leopard.

Reining in his emotions, Zuo Lan's voice remained the same as before: "Yihuan, it's your elder brother, do you want to have a word with him?"

"No need..." After the cold words fell, Pei Yihuan hung up the phone directly, without looking at Mo Wan in front of him, he turned and left.

Fangzhuang is a garden modeled on ancient gardens, with pavilions, small bridges and flowing water, winding paths leading to secluded areas, and bamboo forests.

The scenery is very beautiful, and the water in the pool is so clear that people can be seen, and the blue waves are rippling, which is very beautiful.

In the end, Pei Yihuan stopped on the hill behind the garden. There was a tomb in the corner, surrounded by unknown words, but because of the winter, they had all fallen, leaving only a piece of dead branches.

He stood there firmly, his eyes fell on the grave...

Mo Wan is still apologizing to the staff, she has bent her back countless times, and said sorry so many times.

However, it is true that she has gone too far, so these are all taken for granted!

Liang Zhiming's eyes followed Mo Wan's, and finally shouted: "Start shooting!"

Immediately, the staff who were still lazy at first stood up from the ground and took their positions.

Seeing this, Mo Wan heaved a sigh of relief, bowed deeply, and said, "Thank you for your hard work, everyone, really hard work for you!"

After that, she went to the lounge with the makeup artist, put on makeup, changed clothes, and walked out of the lounge after half an hour.

Thick braids, wearing a cotton jacket and cotton trousers with floral patterns on her body, Mo Wan turned into a full-fledged little maid in an instant, holding a mahogany-colored tray with a cup of tea on it, and braving heat.

The first scene to be filmed today is when Ah Cao went to deliver tea to Mr. Chen, but Mr. Chen became malicious when he saw the sex, and wanted to rape Ah Cao.

"The crew of "Xiangling" is ready, three, two, one, a!"

The crew's lighting engineer and photographer immediately acted and started shooting.

Immediately, Mo Wan's heart was filled with tension, and even his body became stiff, but Pei Yifeng's previous words suddenly came to mind.

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be nervous, forget everything around you, only you are the protagonist!

Taking a deep breath, her eyes were slightly closed, and when she opened them again, she was already full of confidence!

Holding the tea, Mo Wan walked across the arch bridge of flowing water to Master Chen's room with delicate steps, and said respectfully, "Master, tea."

Master Chen, who was fiddling with the chess pieces, raised his head when he heard the voice, his eyes fell on Ah Cao's blushing cheeks, a gleam flashed across his eyes, and while reaching out to pick up the tea, he deliberately touched Ah Cao's hand, seemingly unintentionally asked: "How old is Ah Cao this year?"

Mo Wan lowered his head and replied softly: "Master, Ah Cao is seventeen this year."

"Seventeen, it's the age like a flower and a jade..." Mr. Chen's eyes were a little malicious. He took a sip of tea, then put the teacup aside, and unexpectedly hugged Ah Cao into his arms , with her face buried in her neck and shaking wildly, both hands laboriously tore at her clothes.

For a moment, Mo Wan forgot that he was acting. He was stunned for a moment, and then pushed the man away with great effort: "Go away! Go away! Get out of here!"

"Cut!" Liang Zhiming stood up from his chair and shouted directly at Mo Wan: "Where are the lines! What are the lines! Is this your line?"

Hearing this, Mo Wan just woke up like a dream, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry! Can you do it again?"

Liang Zhiming didn't have anything to say, so he sat down and said, "Get ready, start!"