Mingwei had obtained a mobile phone number in advance, which was used exclusively for work contacts in the film and television industry, and was known only to close relatives and friends. Now that she has become famous overnight, her former classmates, friends, and translation work circles, no matter how close or distant they are, have been contacting her one after another, mixed with many calls from the media. It was too chaotic and too complicated, so Mingwei simply set it to silent mode and only used the new phone number for the time being.
There was a pre-shooting training for "South City" today. Ming Wei set the alarm for six o'clock. When the ring rang, she squinted her eyes to touch the phone. She was about to stop the alarm, but through the slits of her eyes that she barely opened, she found that the screen showed not an alarm, but a call from Xiao Zhao.
Mingwei was half awake and sat up to answer the phone.
"Is the princess awake?"
After hearing the word "Princess" so many times, Ming Wei actually got used to it. She yawned and said, "Just woke up. What's up?"
Xiao Zhao smiled and said, "The princess is going out today, so the minister and the tutor are here to protect her."
"Speak normally." Ming Wei irritably lifted the quilt and asked as she got out of bed, "Are you guys leaving?"
"Yeah, just outside your door."
Mingwei stopped where she was in shock: "How did you get up here?" There was clearly a curfew on the downstairs floor.
"A resident recognized us and opened the door for us." Xiao Zhao replied with a faint smile.
Unexpected, yet natural. Mingwei touched her forehead, then looked at her nightgown, and said helplessly, "Wait for me three minutes."
"No rush, Princess, take your time."
Xiao Zhao politely ended the call, put away his phone, and reached out to Mu Tingzhou.
Mu Tingzhou, dressed in a black suit, returned Xiao Zhao's breakfast and continued to carry his and the princess's portion.
In less than three minutes, the door opened and Mu Tingzhou tilted his head.
Time was in a hurry, Ming Wei only had time to change into a pair of jeans and a sweater, and her hair was simply messy, but it had the lazy beauty of a beauty who had just woken up. Seeing the two handsome men in the entertainment industry who were dressed in fine clothes, Ming Wei said awkwardly: "I'm just going to training today, you don't have to come."
Mu Tingzhou disagreed: "The princess has become famous, and there are a group of reporters outside. It might be dangerous for you to travel alone."
Mingwei lowered her head and complained inwardly, wasn't it all his fault
"The tutor brought breakfast, let's eat together." Xiao Zhao eased the atmosphere.
Ming Wei invited them in and asked Xiao Zhao to help entertain the "Grand Tutor" while she went to the bedroom to wash her face. Ten minutes later, Ming Wei reappeared with her long hair draped over her shoulders and light makeup on her face, looking more energetic.
Aunt Zhao made breakfast, fish porridge and steamed dumplings. When the lid was opened, the hot aroma filled the air. Mingwei's appetite increased greatly. She looked at Mu Tingzhou and felt the benefits of being pestered by the Grand Tutor for the first time. After waking up, someone provided a free nutritious breakfast. Who else could be so kind except her mother at home
"Thank you, Master." Mingwei smiled sweetly at Mu Tingzhou.
Mu Tingzhou nodded slightly and asked her to use chopsticks first, showing a clear sense of hierarchy.
Mingwei didn't hesitate and took a bite of the thick and fragrant fish porridge first.
Mu Tingzhou adhered to the principle of not talking while eating or sleeping, while Mingwei and Xiao Zhao chatted casually.
"Your relationship has just been exposed. Reporters will be keeping a close eye on you in the next few days. Have you discussed your outfit with Shen Su?" Glancing at Ming Wei's black jeans and beige sweater, Xiao Zhao asked in a professional manner, "If a female star has poor taste in street style, it will also become a black spot."
Ming Wei nodded: "I'll change into a windbreaker later."
"If I may, I would like to see your closet."
"good… "
"No." Mu Tingzhou said coldly before Mingwei agreed.
Xiao Zhao continued to drink his porridge slowly, ignoring his words. Seeing Mu Tingzhou looking at her, Ming Wei showed a warm smile like coaxing a child: "Master, Xiao Zhao wants to help me match clothes. Don't worry, I will pack it first and make sure there is no clothes that cannot be seen."
Only then did Mu Tingzhou agree.
After dinner, Mingwei went to clean up first, hiding her underwear including her nightgown, and then invited them in.
Xiao Zhao was about to go over, but Mu Tingzhou stopped him and said solemnly, "This is the princess's boudoir. No outside men are allowed to enter. Please take your clothes outside."
Xiao Zhao pulled the corner of his mouth, said nothing, and sat back on the sofa. Ming Wei was almost driven crazy by Mu Tingzhou's amnesia, but Xiao Zhao was the first victim. After a few days and nights of getting along, Xiao Zhao had found a way to avoid more harm, that is, to accept Mu Tingzhou as much as possible, without objection or excuse.
There were two men, one standing and one sitting. Mingwei looked back and forth, understood, and resigned herself to picking up the clothes and shoes.
Among children of the same family conditions, Mingwei lives a relatively frugal life. She only prepares a few high-end suits and dresses for business entertainment, and wears more affordable brands for daily wear. Not long ago, when the filming of "Da Ming" was completed, she bought a few sets of brand casual wear. But expensive clothes do not mean good matching. Xiao Zhao has a high vision. After looking at Mingwei's collection, he barely matched three sets.
"Let's go shopping in the mall tonight." After matching the last set, Xiao Zhao "ordered" Ming Wei and kindly reminded her: "Remember to bring your card."
As a woman, Mingwei was a little frustrated that her clothing matching skills were not as good as a man's. However, she was very happy to have someone to guide her in buying clothes and to think that she could dress beautifully. "Okay, but I only have this much money in my card, so don't take me to any place that's too luxurious."
He chuckled and pointed a finger at Xiao Zhao.
Her smile was so sweet that Mu Tingzhou felt sad. As a princess of the Ming Dynasty, she could have enjoyed all the finest clothes in the world, but now she had to worry about not having enough money
"Princess, just pick the clothes. I will pay for you." Mu Tingzhou said loudly, looking at Xiao Zhao, not allowing outsiders to look down on the princess.
Xiao Zhao smiled but said nothing.
Ming Wei was terrified. Now Mu Tingzhou was willing to spend money on her. What if he regretted it after he recovered and came to settle accounts with her? She couldn't just spend money in advance for the sake of immediate benefits, and then feel painful when she had to repay the money in the future.
"No, no, I have my own money." Ming Wei politely declined Mu Tingzhou and winked at Xiao Zhao.
Xiao Zhao and Mu Tingzhou are in the same group, so of course he won't let Mu Tingzhou lose money, unless there is sufficient evidence to prove that Mingwei will definitely become Mrs. Mu. If that's the case, it would be natural for Mu Tingzhou to pay for Mingwei.
After the discussion, Mingwei laboriously carried a pile of clothes and shoes back to the bedroom. During this process, the two tall men, whose average height was over 1.85 meters, stood motionless beside her, watching her, a weak woman, as a porter. Xiao Zhao wanted to help, but Mu Tingzhou would not let him touch the princess's clothes. Mu Tingzhou suggested that he help Mingwei carry the clothes to the bedroom door, but Mingwei refused with a "hard bone"!
You need to help with the whole thing, so what’s the point of helping with half of it
After finishing their work, the three of them set off. Xiao Zhao parked downstairs, and reporters gathered in the distance. The actor couldn't be stimulated by his amnesia. In order to avoid taking responsibility for accidents, the reporters didn't dare to get too close, but they couldn't miss such a big news point. So when Ming Wei and the others came out, all kinds of flashes started flashing.
Ming Wei wore a beige windbreaker and sunglasses that covered most of her face, but her skin was fair and her lips were rosy. Her pure sweetness was perfectly combined with the coolness created by the sunglasses. Mu Tingzhou and Xiao Zhao were guarding her diligently on her left and right. As soon as she appeared, she had the demeanor of a cold and elegant queen, but also the fragility of a spoiled princess.
The reporters were actually all there for the Best Actor, but Mingwei's aura was too strong, so the focus of their cameras tilted uncontrollably towards Mingwei. In the end, Mu Tingzhou and Mingwei were evenly matched, and Xiao Zhao... was just an assistant after all, occupying only a corner, using his handsome appearance to add icing on the cake for the Best Actor and the Princess.
When they arrived in front of the car, they split into two groups. Xiao Zhao went around to the driver's seat, and Mu Tingzhou escorted Ming Wei into the car.
The man took the lead, opened the car door for Mingwei, and leaned over slightly to considerately help Mingwei protect her head.
Ming Wei: …
She didn't need the actor to be so considerate, but Mu Tingzhou had already done it, so she could only get in the car first.
At the moment Ming Wei lowered her head and prepared to get in the car, a short-haired woman suddenly rushed out from the crowd of reporters five meters away: "Tingzhou, wake up, you are ours, that woman is a liar, she is not your princess!"
Crazy woman, crazy speed, crazy screams, Ming Wei, who had never experienced a fan disturbance, was so scared that she forgot to move and stood in front of the car, watching the woman getting closer and closer. She was scared and Xiao Zhao, who had already opened the car door, also had a sudden change of expression, but he just grabbed the armrest and did nothing.
Mu Tingzhou didn't need his help, and quickly and gently stuffed Mingwei into the car. Mu Tingzhou gently closed the door. When he stood up, the crazy woman had already run to the front of the car, excitedly reaching out to Mu Tingzhou, wanting to hug and possess her idol husband. Unfortunately, what greeted her was a textbook shoulder throw, simple and neat, with a "bang", the crazy woman was thrown heavily to the ground, her eyes wide open, and she didn't make a sound for a long time.
Reporters: …
Ming Wei: …
The scene was completely silent. Mu Tingzhou looked indifferent. He took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, then threw it at the woman. He opened the car door again and said to Ming Wei, "Please sit inside."
Mingwei's body acted before her brain and she moved to the inside without hesitation.
Mu Tingzhou bent down and came in, closing the car door.
"No one was killed, right?" Xiao Zhao turned around and asked worriedly from the driver's seat.
Mu Tingzhou was stingy with his words: “No, drive.”
Xiao Zhao felt relieved and drove away.
The car started moving. Mu Tingzhou turned to Ming Wei. Seeing her pale face, his eyes softened a little: "Princess, don't worry. With me here, no one can touch you."
Ming Wei didn't dare to look at him, and hummed randomly, her heart pounding. She knew that Mu Tingzhou had practiced martial arts, but she had witnessed his powerful strength. Ming Wei was not afraid of others touching her, but she was afraid that one day Mu Tingzhou would lose control of his emotions and attack her. Who could guarantee that there would be no accidents for a mentally unstable person
Thinking back to when she had lost her temper with Mu Tingzhou before, Ming Wei couldn't help but feel a pang of fear.
No, no matter how annoying Mu Tingzhou is in the future, she has to endure it and not get angry easily.
"Princess, the defenses here are insufficient, and outsiders can easily break in. I beg you to move to my humble abode and let me take care of you personally."
She was flustered, but Mu Tingzhou had other ideas. After some consideration, he made a suggestion.
Ming Wei was dumbfounded. Mu Tingzhou asked her to move to his villa. "Hanshe?"
"Princess, don't you want to?" She avoided his eyes. Mu Tingzhou leaned towards her slightly, and his doubtful and low tone seemed to have a deeper meaning.
Thinking of the scene where the crazy fan was thrown over the shoulder by Mu Tingzhou, Mingwei's heart trembled, and she agreed for some reason: "Okay, okay..." (83 Chinese.83.)