Star II

Gu An misunderstood what I meant, and said happily: "As expected of Mourinho, the charm is so great that the young master has become a fan."

I smiled and didn't explain.

When Mu Haoyan walked over, I was listening to the third song in the playlist. The lyrics were messy, and there were three English sentences in the ten sentences, and none of them were pronounced correctly.

He looked at me tenderly against the light, and said slowly, "Are you basking in the sun?"

Gu An got close to the idol, stood up excitedly, and gave up his bench like a dog.

Mu Haoyan shrugged off a few words, taking advantage of the situation and sat down.

The same small bench, the people sitting on it are different, and the temperament is different.

Mu Haoyan's two long legs protruded obliquely and overlapped, like an endless stream. His powerful calves were wrapped in jeans, showing a charming curve.

I looked at him without hesitation, never hiding my admiration for his body.

"Does it sound good?" His eyes fell on my ear.

I took off one earphone, handed it to him, and gave him a meaningful look.

He turned sideways, got a little closer to me, and put the warm earphones on his ears.

Three seconds later, Mu Haoyan raised his eyebrows: "Can I get an afterthought?"

I said lightly, "The English pronunciation is too bad."

He generously admitted: "We have been learning to sing and dance, and the cultural level is indeed not very high."

I looked at him: "You can ask for a personal trainer."

Mu Haoyan's sexy thin lips curled up: "Then can you teach me a few words?"

His eyes showed a golden brown in the sunlight, clearly reflecting my face.

"can."

In order to make him hear the pronunciation clearly, I can prolong the intonation.

"She walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies. And all that's best of dark and bright, Meet in her aspect and her eyes."

Mu Haoyan's eyes darkened slightly: "It seems that there is no English part in my song."

"It's a classic love poem," I patted his forearm lightly, "it's often used in weddings, you can learn it."

Mu Haoyan put away his smile: "Xiaoen, have you always spoken so directly?"

"I suppose so," I shrugged, "don't you like it?"

"No," the warm smile resumed on his face, "You are very straightforward and cute, I hope you will keep it."

Mu Haoyan took off the earphones and returned them to me, stood up, and said calmly, "I have to go back to have a small meeting, so I won't disturb your rest."

I asked him, "Aren't you tired?"

He replied to me: "I'm used to it."

Rubbing the earphone with my fingertips, feeling the temperature of the other person, I became more and more interested in Mu Haoyan.

Seeing Mu Haoyan leave, Gu An immediately came back with a smile and asked me what I had just talked with Mourinho.

I looked at him with a half-smile.

Gu An raised his hands: "I am definitely not spying on privacy, young master, if you don't want to say it, don't say it."

I lowered my eyelashes: "It's nothing, I taught him a few words in English."

Gu An sat back on the small bench, no doubt about him: "Mourinho is too hardworking."

Bathed in the warm afternoon sun, I rested my arms on my forehead, closed my eyes, and fell asleep. The brisk music kept coming from the earphones. The melody was very brainwashing, and my English pronunciation was still very bad.

Gu An was afraid that I would get tanned, so he strongly urged me to apply sunscreen halfway through. I thought he was wordy, so I compromised it with a sunscreen spray, which smelled like alcohol.

Mu Haoyan doesn't smell of alcohol on his body, his perfume smell is also very weak, and he doesn't even have any decorations.Dou Kang is a comedian, and he wears a lot of gaudy chains on his wrists.

I just thought about it so wildly that it took up the shooting time in the afternoon.

Ruirui came back from a full sleep, her hair tied up neatly, and she ran around us energetically.

Mu Haoyan was worried that she would fall, so he half-bent and opened his hands, ready to pick him up anytime, I was tired just looking at him.

I grabbed her little arm: "Don't move, how about I draw you a picture."

Ruirui looked at me with big dark eyes: "Xiao En, can you really draw?"

In her eyes, I'm afraid I have nothing but good looks.

I said, "I sell paintings to make money."

After hearing this, Ruirui clenched her little hand and waved it up and down: "Then you have to work hard!"

I pointed to the small bench under the eaves and said, "You sit there, where will I go with paper and pen."

Ruirui seemed to feel that it was necessary to encourage me to be self-reliant, and she praised me before I picked up the pen. "Xiao En's painting is great!"

I put my hand on top of her head and manipulated her to turn around half a circle, facing the room.

"Don't do false propaganda."

Ruirui put her hands behind her back, and the old god said, "I'm trying to make you popular!"

Mu Haoyan smiled and said, "I'll get it, you sit down first."

He had long legs and big steps, and climbed up the stairs in three steps and two steps.

Director Hou leaned over with the photographer, curiously observing my painting on the spot.

I sat across from Ruirui, took the pen and paper from Mu Haoyan, and put down the pen without any hesitation. The black lines quickly outlined the round face of the little girl.

Ruirui sat down for less than a minute and wanted to come down to see how my painting was doing, her buttocks twisted and turned on the stool.

"Is the painting finished?"

"No."

Ten seconds later.

"Is the painting finished?"

"Don't ask, if you ask, you don't have it."

Ruirui pouted: "You have to hurry up."

I skipped the answer this time.

After finishing the last stroke, I tore up the piece of paper and threw it to the photographer, who took a close-up.

Ruirui hurriedly jumped off the bench to ask for her painting: "Ruirui's, let Ruirui see it first."

The photographer didn't want to bully the children, so he took a few shots in a panic, and handed the drawing paper with jagged edges to Ruirui.

Ruirui held the drawing paper and stared intently for a while, then said intoxicated, "I'm so cute."

I pinched her chubby little face: "You are so narcissistic."

Ruirui turned around and ran to Mu Haoyan: "Brother Haoyan will keep it for me."

Since the tomato beating incident, she never dared to entrust important things to me for safekeeping.In this regard, I am naturally happy.

Mu Haoyan asked the director to borrow a notebook, and carefully sandwiched the drawings between the pages of the book.

Ruirui raised her hand and shook it vigorously: "I also draw, I will draw Xiaoen and brother!"

"No." I firmly refused.

I don't want to be her model, let alone Mu Haoyan.

Just kidding, I haven't successfully mobilized yet, how can I let her get there first.

Ruirui bit her thumb: "I'm the baby with the most red flowers in the sunflower class!"

I repeat: "No."

Mu Haoyan smoothed things over: "The sky is dark, the light is not good, and the painting is not beautiful."

Ruirui retorted with reason: "But I am very beautiful."

Mu Haoyan and I spoke at the same time.

"That's my discerning eye."

"That's your natural beauty."

Ruirui was a little dizzy: "Can you talk about it separately?"

Director Hou laughed.

Mu Haoyan smiled: "You and Ruirui are actually quite similar."

Director Hou's voice-over added: "They're all quite narcissistic."

I:"……"

Ruirui couldn't turn her head around, she was still hugging my leg, humming triumphantly.

"I'm as good-looking as Xiao En!"

She... has a worrying future.

I asked Ruirui: "Is your family rich?"

"Yes," Ruirui said with big eyes flashing, "I'm good at making money, have you forgotten?"

I messed up her hair bun earnestly: "Earn more while you are young."

People who have no money or power are not qualified to be naive.

She was worried by me, and she patted my index finger with her little hand: "Don't worry, I won't abandon you."

Mu Haoyan said in an indescribable tone: "Xiao En, please put aside the idea of ​​child labor exploitation."

It's rare for me to care about her, why everyone doesn't appreciate it.

Mu Haoyan squatted down and looked at Ruirui at the same level: "Ruirui, you don't need to be so stressed, I will raise Xiaoen with you."

Ruirui nodded her head: "You are the father, I am the mother, and Xiaoen is the baby."

Me: "Oh."

Director Hou laughed until the fat on his stomach trembled.

Mu Haoyan held back his laughter and worked very hard: "It's really not possible, we can let Xiao En go out and sell paintings to make money."

Ruirui was distressed for a while, and said Nuonuo: "I don't want it anymore, Xiaoen is so beautiful, she will be abducted by bad guys."

"Well," Mu Haoyan stretched out his little finger, "Let's protect Xiaoen together."

Ruirui hooked up with him: "Poor Xiaoen, we are the only ones who love him."

Director Hou asked with a smirk, "How does it feel to be protected by a child?"

"Very good," I glanced around, "You have so many instruments recording, if they break the contract, I will file a lawsuit."

"Hiss—" Director Hou was once again defeated.

Mu Haoyan picked up Ruirui with ease: "Prepare dinner, how about having a barbecue tonight?"

I feel the benefits of being a baby. The daily activities are eating, sleeping and playing.

Mu Haoyan assigned tasks to us. Ruirui and I went to the vegetable garden to pick fruits and vegetables, and he went to chop firewood and make a campfire.

I'm not satisfied with this, I want Ruirui to be in a group alone, and I live with him.

He seemed to laugh angrily: "Do you let a four-year-old kid go to the vegetable garden by himself?"

Ruirui argued loudly: "Five years old, almost five years old!"

"Of course not," I made small trumpets with both hands, put them in front of my mouth, and said loudly, "Liangjun."

Liang Jun ran over quickly with his little follower Tong Tong.

Liang Jun: "Here!"

Tongtong: "Here!"

I paced back and forth in front of them, watching them stand at attention consciously.

"Give you a chance to add points."

The two little boys pricked up their ears.

I looked at Mu Haoyan and signaled him to reissue the task.

As if frustrated, Mu Haoyan held his forehead and sighed faintly: "You..."

I said to Ruirui: "Little brothers help pick fruits, you come to be the supervisor, see who picks more, and report back to me."

Ruirui was suddenly promoted to a small cadre, her eyes lit up, and she said loudly: "I promise to complete the task!"

Under the shining gazes of the three children, Mu Haoyan compromised: "I need cucumbers, tomatoes, and eggplants. You can pick as many as you can, and it's troublesome."

The two little boys saluted: "Promise to complete the task!"

I told Mu Haoyan: "Don't worry, MissLeng will definitely follow them."

"I'm not worried..." Mu Haoyan lost his voice for a moment, then sighed, "Let's go, you have to help too, don't just watch me chop wood."

I said, "You didn't say that before."

"What?" He turned around in surprise.

I kindly reminded him: "You said you want to raise me, I am your baby."

The three cameras focused on Mu Haoyan at the same time, while Director Hou showed an expression of watching the show.

They all thought I was joking, but Mu Haoyan knew I was not.

Since he likes my directness, I will show him directly.

Mu Haoyan didn't even hesitate for a second, and smiled nonchalantly: "Then I'm going to backfire today, baby, you may have to drink Jinkela."

I don't know what Jin Kela is, but judging from the reactions of the surrounding staff, they all understood. They all laughed and laughed, and the scene notes were swishing, as if they wanted to add this dialogue to the main film.

At this moment, I have to admit that between us, it seems that I am holding his nose, but in fact I have nothing to do with him. All Mu Haoyan's reactions are what he wants to give me, not what he instinctively gave me. .

But it doesn't matter, this is the value of the challenge.

I look forward to the day when he panics.

The author has something to say: Shewalksinbeauty,likethenight

She walks in the splendor of beauty like night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies

Cloudless and starry sky

And all that's best of dark and bright

The most beautiful colors of night and day;

Meetinheraspectandhereyes

It's all in her face and eyes.

——"She Walked in Beauty" Byron