Meng Yao came out a little early, and the driver had not arrived yet, so she chatted with the guard for a while.
Suddenly, a horn sounded beside me, and a car slowly drove over. The window opened, and a handsome and gentle face appeared.
"Are you sure you don't want me to take you there?"
I didn't expect that after I took so long to come out, Ling Xiao hadn't left yet.
"The driver said there was a traffic jam and he'll be there soon."
Ling Xiao thought about it for a moment, then nodded slowly, not intending to embarrass her: "Okay, in that case I'll leave first. But Xiaoyao, you'd better go back to the house and wait, isn't it hot outside in the sun?"
"It's not hot. I was just chatting with Uncle Zhang."
Ling Xiao did not leave immediately. When Meng Yao turned around again, she saw him handing out a black parasol.
"Take it and say you bought it." His amber eyes were as gentle as ever, without any sign of abnormality.
Meng Yao took it with mixed feelings: "Thank you."
Meng Yao held the umbrella in her hand, opened it, and slightly adjusted her posture.
As soon as she raised her eyes, she caught a glimpse of a black figure crawling stealthily in the shade of the trees not far away. The glass-like light shining through the shadows of the trees should be his equipment.
Meng Yao's gaze gradually became stern.
This time, before she could make a move, Ling Xiao got out of the car and walked over quickly.
The other party tried to escape while holding his camera, but Ling Xiao quickly grabbed the clothes on the back.
The paparazzi were forced to turn their heads.
Ling Xiao roughly took off the camera hanging around his neck and quickly deleted the film. After making sure nothing was missing, he threw the camera to the paparazzi: "Any more equipment?"
The other party was frightened. He thought he had hidden it very secretly: "No more."
Ling Xiao looked at him coldly: "How did you get in?"
"What?"
"This is a private community. I asked you how you got in?"
The paparazzi stammered and was unable to speak.
Ling Xiao took out his cell phone, and soon the people in the security room took the paparazzi out.
"Mr. Ling, I'm sorry for causing you trouble. These are all our mistakes."
The Ling family’s villa is also located in this wealthy neighborhood, and the security guard is no stranger to Ling Xiao.
Ling Xiao smiled gently: "I think it is very important to maintain the privacy and safety of residents. The fact that this person was able to come in shows that there is a problem with the community's security system. I hope you will strengthen security in the future. If something like this happens again, I will complain."
The people in the security room responded of course and repeatedly assured that the same thing would not happen again.
After dealing with things here, Ling Xiao turned around and found Meng Yao was still behind him. She was holding the parasol in her hand and looked at him silently for a long time.
“I didn’t expect there would be paparazzi coming in here.”
"There will always be unexpected things happening." Ling Xiao said, "Xiaoyao, your status has changed since you officially announced your marriage. You must pay attention to the gossips taken by paparazzi in the future. They will do you no good but harm."
Meng Yao agreed.
Ling Xiao lowered his eyes slightly and looked at her: "I'm leaving. If you have any questions, please contact me. No matter what, we have grown up together for so many years. I don't want our relationship to suddenly become unfamiliar."
Meng Yao looked up at him.
Meng Yao waited for a while and soon the driver came.
"Ma'am, I'm so sorry I'm late."
Meng Yao shook her head indifferently: "It's my fault for not informing you in advance."
"Madam, are you going back to the set now?"
Meng Yao paused and said, "Let's go back home and take a look."
*
"Spring Island" soon ushered in the finale. As Meng Yao's first movie to play the leading role, this drama has a different meaning for her. Meng Yao received many flowers from fans, of all kinds.
The wrap-up party didn’t last long. Meng Yao didn’t know anyone particularly well here, so she just chatted casually with the artists around her.
There was a noisy scene not far away. Countless little stars were surrounding Meng Qingqing and fawning over her. They were full of compliments and were almost praising her to the sky.
Rong Zhen really wanted to support Meng Qingqing. In just half a month, he arranged many big productions for her and even intended to invest in a film for her.
Meng Qingqing's faint smile stood out in the crowd.
Meng Yao only took a glance and then looked away. She then looked at the people around her who wanted to talk to her. She raised the wine glass in her hand and said, "I'm so sorry. I have something to do and need to leave early."
No one around dared to stop her and said goodbye to her one after another.
Xiao Song still followed Meng Yao: "This Meng Qingqing only got the role by relying on other people's influence. Look at her arrogant attitude!"
Meng Yao stretched out her finger and pressed it on her lips: "Walls have ears. To avoid trouble, it's better not to say such things."
"She can do whatever she wants, as long as it doesn't interfere with me, I don't bother to control her."
Meng Yao's eyes were indifferent, without a trace of confusion or fear.
Even with Rong Zhen as her backer, Meng Yao had never been afraid of Meng Qingqing.
Xiao Song nodded in agreement and immediately lowered his voice: "Sister Meng, you are right."
After such a long period of polishing, he always felt that Sister Meng had become more tactful and cautious in doing things, which was obviously a good change compared to her initial recklessness.
"Sister Meng, where are we going now? Are we going back to the wrap-up party?"
Meng Yao's voice was somewhat tired: "There's nothing interesting here, let's go back. You arrange for someone to inform the director."
*
The spacious hall was bustling with people coming and going, but the atmosphere in one corner of the bench was stiff and cold.
Both of them were dressed in suits and leather shoes, and their first-class looks attracted many people's attention. However, it was obvious that they did not get along well with each other, and their eyes were cold when they looked at each other.
Rong Zhen spoke first: "Let me guess, you are waiting for my niece-in-law, right?"
Rong Wei's eyes were cold, and he obviously didn't give him face: "I don't think there is anything good to talk about between us."
Rong Zhen chuckled: "Really? You hate me so much?"
Seeing Rong Yu didn't say anything, he didn't feel embarrassed: "I still remember what you looked like when you were a child. You were five or six years old then, and you were much cuter than you are now. Yi Qing was just one year old at that time, and he always pestered me to hold him. You two brothers were very close to me, why are you so disobedient now that you have grown up?"
This time, Rong Wei glanced over, but with a very indifferent look: "Third Uncle has a really bad memory. He can forget everything he has done."
Rong Zhen curled his lips and did not continue to dwell on this topic.
"I didn't expect that you and your wife have such a good relationship. I remember that you hated her at the beginning. So what caused you to change so much?" Rong Zhen sighed and tilted his head slightly, as if he was really confused.
(End of this chapter)