Marry me, you earned it, okay?

"So, what do you want to tell me?"

"It's nothing, I just want to tell you that the moonlight is so beautiful tonight."

"Click!!! Bingo! Finale!" The director excitedly patted the table several times with a smoking cigarette in his mouth. This scene, which originally only took four months to shoot but was extended to half a year due to various reasons, is finally here. The curtain was pulled down.After hearing the director's words, everyone seemed to be relieved of a heavy burden, and took a long breath, followed by cheers of joy.

After Ying Yao changed his clothes, accompanied by his assistant, he came out of the scattershot crowd. He hadn’t closed his eyes for a day and a night in order to catch up with the shooting. It was fine from a distance, but the dark circles under his eyes were still faintly visible under the make-up, of course. Because Ying Yao is too white, the dark circles under the eyes are not so easy to be covered.

"Where do you want to eat tonight? I'll take you there to have a meal." The director patted the person who was a head taller than him, "As expected of Ying Yao, the acting skills are nothing short of worth mentioning."

Ying Yao smiled, and put on the dark green long windbreaker brought by his assistant, showing embarrassment: "Director Wang, I may not be able to attend the wrap-up banquet together today. Today is my mother's birthday, and they are still waiting for me."

Fang Xiaomin, Ying Yao's assistant, had been staring at her toes since just now and looked very obedient, but now she secretly complained in her heart: As expected of her brother Yao, she can speak nonsense as soon as she can open her mouth, her face doesn't blush and her heart doesn't beat.

"Today is Mr. Ying's birthday?! That's a pity, I thought..."

Ying Yao coped with a few words with ease, then went to the dressing room to remove her makeup, and got into the nanny's car before taking a sip of water.

As soon as he got into the car, Ying Yao showed his true colors, no longer maintaining a gentlemanly style, and lay lazily on the back seat of the car, propping the back of his head with his hands and closing his eyes to rest his mind.

"Brother Yao," the car had already started, Fang Xiaomin sat in the front and turned around with a smile, "today is President Ying's old man's first birthday this year, can't you think of anything else besides this?"

When she was talking to Ying Yao, she didn't have the kind of politeness and alienation towards the boss at all. On the contrary, she could joke like a friend.Speaking of her brother Yao, is there anyone in the whole country who doesn't know?

As a new generation of strong women, Ying Shan is a well-known real estate tycoon in China. The Ying Group controls one-fifth of the domestic real estate industry, and the young master of their group is also a well-known child star, Ying Yao.Although Ying Yao is only 23 years old this year, he has already been an artist for ten years.Even in the glamorous entertainment circle, Ying Yao's appearance is outstanding, and is honored by netizens as "the most handsome face in the circle".

Fang Xiaomin, as one of Ying Yao's thousands of fangirls, resolutely signed up when Ying Yao's company was recruiting assistants, and finally came to the male god's side after working desperately through five stages. In the first month, she was excited Can't sleep at night.I thought that her male god was as cold and humble as he had seen, but after getting along with him, he never expected... her brother Yao is actually this kind of person?Ten thousand times better than what she saw on the TV network!

Ying Yao raised one eyelid and glanced at Fang Xiaomin indifferently, with a lazy expression like a puppet cat after bathing in the sun in the afternoon: "I originally wanted to increase the bonus amount this month, but it seems that a certain little girl doesn't want it." .”

"Don't, don't, Brother Yao, I was wrong, I was wrong," Fang Xiaomin knew that Ying Yao was joking, and didn't take it to heart. Instead, she looked at Ying Yao's upright side face and said, "Brother Yao, you know your eyelashes How long is it? Have you measured it? It’s really long..."

Instead of saying Ying Yao is handsome, it is better to say Ying Yao is beautiful, the kind of perfection that is so delicate that no flaws can be picked out.

"Don't covet brother's beauty." As if noticing Fang Xiaomin's cannibalistic eyes, Ying Yao turned over and continued to sleep, "Brother only likes men."

"……"Humph!

The car drove into the courtyard of Ying's family and stopped half a circle around the pool. The tall cypress trees on both sides of the road were lush and straight, close together.

Ying Yao walked into the villa with his sleeves full, and when he looked up, he caught a glimpse of a meticulously groomed woman in a black high-end suit sitting on the sofa.

"Hey, mom, are you free to come back today?" He walked briskly, came to sit down beside Ying Shan, kissed her delicate makeup lightly, "What are you thinking, your brows are frowning together Rubbed."

"Where's Yingyue?" The usually powerful woman in the shopping malls only showed a woman's exclusive gentleness on her face after seeing her child.

"Hasn't she come back yet?" Ying Yao looked at his wrist in a concealed manner, "This little girl has become more and more lost recently, Mom, don't worry, you don't need to do anything, I will personally teach her when she comes back."

Ying Shan looked penetrating: "What are you brothers and sisters thinking, can you hide it from me?" She got up and took out a file bag, "Lu Yihong and the others will return to China next week. This time they will be staying for a long time, and the formalities have been completed. alright."

Ying Yao stood up and looked at Ying Shan: "So?"

"Your sister's marriage is on the agenda."

"I have no objection. Didn't Yingyue agree to it a long time ago? It's the same for her if it's early or late."

His sister is one of the most avant-garde people in the new century, and she is also a true feminist. However, she naturally accepted the family's arranged marriage.In fact, Ying Yao can understand that people like her sister may be more able to accept this kind of thing, because marriage is just a form for Yue Yue, and even if the sky falls, it can't restrain her behavior, let alone a certificate.Moreover, it can also bring benefits to the family. Thinking of Yingyue's way of agreeing without even thinking about it, I probably think there is no reason not to do it.

"It's just..." Ying Shan paused, "Something happened to the Lu family."

"Accident?" Ying Yao pursed his lips unconsciously, with a look of doubt in his eyes.

"It's changed." Ying Shan continued, "Lu Yihong has two sons. You must have heard of the old Dalu Mingyi. He has been in the Economic Daily several times. He has been living in China. The second son, Lu Youge, will stay with Lu Yihong. In the United States. Originally, it was the old mainland Mingzhi who decided, but now I don’t know what happened there, and suddenly it became Lu Youge. In fact, Lu Yihong also talked to me before, and Lu Mingzhi strongly opposed this marriage. Now this result It's also within the acceptable range. Of course, I know your sister doesn't care who she marries, but it's still necessary to explain it to her, lest you call your husband by the wrong name when you get married."

When Ying Shan said these things, it was as if she was recounting the official assignments. Of course, she couldn't hear any emotional fluctuations, which made Ying Yao feel a little cold.

"Then, what about this one?" Ying Yao lowered his eyes and looked at the file bag in Ying Shan's hand.

"His youngest son lives abroad, and there is too little information. It is rare for Lu Yihong to post a copy of Lu Youge's information to me thoughtfully." Ying Shan pushed the metal-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, and handed the information to Ying Yao. Consistent with Ying Yue, 19 years old."

Ying Yao took the file bag and tore the thread apart. There was a thick document neatly placed inside, and he took it all out. The first thing he caught his eye was a one-inch head portrait. The broken bangs, a pair of thick sword eyebrows are looming under the bangs, and the round and sharp almond eyes can see the focal length of the camera when taking pictures.A tall nose bridge and thin lips with beads...the person in the photo...Ying Yao's hand holding the edge of the document gradually tightened.He flipped through every piece of paper in his hand intently, afraid that he might miss a word, his Adam's apple slowly rolled up and down with the sound of flipping through, and finally, Ying Yao's eyes fixed on a photo of Lu Youge when he was a child. For a moment, time seemed to stand still there.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... There was a "snap", and the information was scattered all over the floor.

"What's wrong?" Ying Shan didn't have time to worry about the mess on the floor, because Ying Yao's suddenly pale face attracted all her attention.

Ying Yao staggered two steps back, touched his arm with his left hand and clenched it hard, telling himself in his heart, calm down, calm down, must calm down.

"Uncomfortable?" Ying Shan asked again, her usually quiet voice became warm.

"Don't worry," Ying Yao said with a smile while bending over to pick it up, "Maybe it's getting cold recently, I didn't pay attention to the cold when I was sleeping, and my stomach just had a sudden convulsion."

Ying Shan looked at her son thoughtfully, waiting for him to tell the truth.

Ying Yao neatly put the documents back into the file bag, placed both hands in Ying Shan's hands, and blinked: "Okay, I was wrong, in fact, I only had one breakfast today, and I just suffered a counterattack from my stomach .”

Ying Shan sighed, and raised her voice towards the second floor: "Sister-in-law Liu, cook some of the young master's favorite dishes."

"Okay, Mr. Ying." The voice was heard by no one in sight, and then a middle-aged woman with a slightly bloated figure quickly came out of the room and came downstairs.

"Mom," Ying Yao pulled Ying Shan to sit down, "When will we meet with the Lu family? Marriage is an important matter, there must be a discussion."

Ying Shan said: "I was going to talk to Ying Yue about this matter, but she dared to turn off the phone without answering the phone. The time is set for next week."

Ying Yao stroked the Audemars Piguet watch on his wrist: "With Yingyue's temperament, it's enough to give us face if we can go to the wedding scene. If it's really not possible, I will accompany you next week. It happens that the filming of the new movie has just finished, and there is plenty of time recently. "

"Alright." Ying Shan had planned on this, "Make time next weekend and dress more formally. Then don't dress like this again, and tie your hair up for me too."

Ying Yao loves casual dressing, four seasons trendy trench coats, and sweatshirt series are all in one cabinet without heavy patterns. He also has wavy hair that can be swept to the shoulders. As an artist, his ears are pierced and studded. Also essential.Normally, Ying Shan would turn a blind eye to him, but she would not allow such a son to stand with her in a public place with her.

"Okay, don't worry." Ying Yao readily agreed, stretched his hand into the pocket of the windbreaker, and involuntarily rubbed the photo he had secretly hidden just now.

Ying Yao had something to eat with Ying Shan, Ying Yue would stay out all night as expected, the mother and son chatted for a while, Ying Shan could clearly see that Ying Yao was absent-minded, thinking that he was too tired from filming, so he took the initiative After finishing the topic, let him go back to his room to rest, Ying Yao no longer reluctantly said good night to Ying Shan, and hurried up to the second floor.

Ying Yao almost ran into his room, he couldn't control his strength, so that there was a loud "bang" when he closed the door, but now he seemed to have cut off all contact with the outside environment, surrounding him All around my ears was the sound of my heart pounding and about to jump out in the next second.Ying Yao leaned against the door, his body fell slowly, and finally slid to the ground, his fingers trembling, he took out the photo he secretly hid, stared at it, and kept looking at it.Gradually, gradually, the eyes became red.

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