After spending a night shopping in the mall accompanied by Mu Tingzhou and Xiao Zhao, Ming Wei attracted countless attention and spent a lot of "hard-earned money".
There were too many things, so two handsome men helped her deliver them to her door.
"Princess, please rest for one night. I will come to pick you up tomorrow morning." Mu Tingzhou said respectfully as he stepped out of the door.
"Okay, goodbye, Master." Ming Wei was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. She watched Mu Tingzhou turn around, then waved to Xiao Zhao in front of the elevator.
After they left, Mingwei closed the door and went back to her room, where she packed up her newly bought trophies before collapsing on the sofa and checking Weibo.
Sure enough, a video of the three of them leaving the house in the morning was uploaded to the Internet, with a catchy title: "The princess goes out, and the movie star escorts her."
Mingwei clicked on the video.
Watching from a different perspective, the feeling is completely different. Because she is familiar with Mu Tingzhou and the others, Mingwei didn't think it was exaggerated when she went out in the morning, but now as a viewer, looking at the "princess" being taken care of by Mu Tingzhou and Xiao, Mingwei herself feels like watching an idol drama. However, Mingwei is not narcissistic. She is sure that there are no ugly shots of her. Mingwei only looks at Mu Tingzhou.
A well-tailored black haute couture suit invisibly enhanced the actor's appearance. His face was indifferent and cold, as if the outside world had nothing to do with him. But when such a cold man took the initiative to open the car door for a woman, although his face was blocked, his respectful and natural movements still made people think of the word "gentleness".
The actor who was taking good care of the princess one second ago, showed his cold and ruthless side the next second. He locked and threw the crazy female fan out. No one paid attention to whether the female fan looked painful when she was thrown. Everyone appreciated the actor's simple and neat movements, handsome and capable...
Anyway, Mingwei only replayed it three or four times.
He was so handsome, but unfortunately he had a car accident and his head was hit and he became stupid.
Mingwei expressed regret again. Mu Tingzhou was a good actor. If he hadn't had the car accident, he might have been preparing for a new film. Thinking back to the months she had worked with Mu Tingzhou on the film, after being entangled by "Master Mu", Mingwei softened her heart for the first time from the bottom of her heart and felt that she should be nicer to Mu Tingzhou.
After expressing her feelings, Mingwei curiously clicked on the comments.
"Fuck, Master is so handsome!"
"The Grand Master is both a scholar and a warrior, handsome and loyal. Even a princess made of stone would be tempted by him, right?"
"This video is more exciting than an idol drama. Doesn't it look like everyone is watching the master's love affair?"
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Why do fans like a star? Because fans can get a kind of pleasure from the star, either spiritual admiration, taking the star as an example to motivate themselves, or sensory enjoyment, the star is good-looking, the star has a good personality, the star is humorous and funny. In short, fans like the star because the star makes them feel good.
Now Mu Tingzhou's performance as the "Grand Tutor" is very interesting, and he and Mingwei are not in a romantic relationship, so fans want to see his latest developments. Moreover, although the TV series "The Prime Minister of the Ming Dynasty" has not been released, the sales of the physical novel have soared. After reading the novel, fans learned about the deep affection of the Grand Tutor for the princess in the book. They were moved to tears and transferred their feelings to Mu Tingzhou and Mingwei, hoping that the Grand Tutor could conquer the "Princess" as soon as possible and complete the relationship.
Taking all these factors into consideration, there are fewer and fewer comments that dislike Ming Wei for stealing Mu Tingzhou away, and more and more fans support her, calling her princess or Princess Ming affectionately in the comments.
Mingwei held her chin and couldn't help but brush one line after another.
A cell phone rang beside her. Mingwei picked it up and unexpectedly saw a familiar unmarked number. It seemed to be Cheng Yao.
Mingwei hesitated whether to answer the call. During this time, the call was disconnected and then rang again.
Mingwei sighed and answered the phone.
A man sneered from the other side, "Finally got through, Princess Ming, do you know how many times I called you today?"
Ming Wei leaned back on the sofa and said calmly, "I was too busy with that phone number and haven't used it in the past few days. I haven't had time to notify all my friends about the new number yet."
Cheng Yao didn't believe a word of it. If he hadn't found out her new number from others in a roundabout way, she would never have told him on her own initiative in her life.
"What's going on between you and Mu Tingzhou?" Cheng Yao asked dangerously after extinguishing his cigarette.
"It's explained very clearly online, that's what happened." Ming Wei said absentmindedly, walked to the bedroom, turned on the computer and continued to read the comments.
Cheng Yao laughed sarcastically: "Mu Tingzhou is rich and handsome, and now he treats you like a princess. Can you guarantee that you won't be tempted?"
Ming Wei was a little annoyed with him, and she said directly: "Everything is my business, Cheng Yao, I have made it very clear, as long as you are willing, we can still be friends, and being lovers is impossible."
"Of course not. Now that you have Mu Tingzhou, you can't see me anymore!" Cheng Yao's frustration that had been suppressed for a few days was ignited by her words. He stood up suddenly and kicked the sofa.
As the conversation was not going well, Ming Wei hung up the call with a sullen face and blacklisted Cheng Yao's number.
The world was quiet, but Mingwei was no longer in the mood to read the comments. She looked at the time and it was almost ten o'clock. She rubbed her long hair and wanted to take a bath.
The cell phone rang again. Mingwei frowned subconsciously, but when she saw the word "Taifu", she relaxed her guard.
"Your humble servant Mu Yun pays respects to the princess from afar."
The familiar opening line, like the universal "Hello" on the phone, Mingwei smiled and walked to the closet to pick out pajamas: "What's wrong?"
"Who did the princess call just now?" In the villa, Mu Tingzhou sat in front of the computer, his long eyebrows slightly frowned. In his opinion, 10 o'clock in the evening is the latest time to go to bed. He wanted to discuss something with the princess and remind her to go to bed, but he didn't expect the phone to be busy. The princess was still on the phone with someone in the middle of the night, so the relationship between the two must be complicated.
"A friend, Master, wants to talk to me about something?" Ming Wei picked out a pink nightgown and wanted to finish her talk quickly so she could go take a shower.
"I have picked out two beds. I will send them to Princess on WeChat later. Please review them."
bed
Mingwei's face was full of confusion. When she saw that the call was disconnected, she put down her nightgown and checked WeChat first.
With a few "ding ding" sounds, Mu Tingzhou's WeChat message came, containing two pictures.
Mingwei zoomed in and saw two ancient step-out beds, made of high-grade solid wood and exquisitely carved, exuding an air of luxury.
Taifu: I think that the princess is more suitable to use this kind of bed to relax. The princess will leave for the south to film in the second half of the month. I will arrange for craftsmen to redecorate the princess's bedroom. After I have sorted out the specific tables and chairs, I will ask the princess to choose. The princess's zither, I will also arrange a zither room for the princess.
Mingwei was stunned.
It turns out that Mu Tingzhou not only protects and cares for her as a princess, but also wants to raise her like a real ancient princess
Mingwei was so shocked that she almost made a typo and quickly replied: No, no, I'm out most of the time, don't bother me, Master.
Mu Tingzhou could recover his memory at any time. When he recovers, it will be the time for them to go their separate ways. She is destined not to live there for long, so why should Mu Tingzhou mess around? Renovating a good villa and buying furniture are all expenses.
Taifu: Princess, you don’t have to be polite. It is my duty to take care of you.
Ming Wei: ... You're welcome. I'm used to sleeping on modern beds, not the ancient ones.
After reading the news, Mu Tingzhou suddenly fell silent. He couldn't figure out whether the princess was being polite or really didn't like it.
He was stuck, and Mingwei sent a moon emoticon: It’s late, Master, please stop busying yourself, good night.
Mu Tingzhou looked at the moon and replied to her: Princess, go to bed early. I will take my leave now.
It always feels good to be cared for. Mingwei put away her phone, hummed a song and went to take a shower.
Mu Tingzhou was in a dilemma. Three minutes later, he sent two pictures of step-out beds to Xiao Zhao: How about this for the princess's room
Xiao Zhao picked up the phone, clicked on the pictures, and replied to him in voice: "It doesn't match the villa, wait a minute."
Mu Tingzhou waited silently.
A minute later, Xiao Zhao sent a few pictures: "These are European-style palace princess beds. Women have all kinds of them nowadays. Pick one. Don't tell the princess yet. Keep it as a surprise."
Mu Tingzhou frowned, still feeling that the ancient-style bed was more pleasing to the eye, but Xiao Zhao's words made sense, the ancient-style bed did not match the villa.
"Do I have any other properties?" Mu Tingzhou asked Xiao Zhao.
Xiao Zhao raised his eyebrows: "What do you want to do?"
Mu Tingzhou: “It has nothing to do with you.”
Xiao Zhao laughed in anger, but still sent him information about Mu Tingzhou's several properties. Later, guessing the purpose of Mu Tingzhou asking about the house, Xiao Zhao added: "The old man has a courtyard house, but the house now belongs to Director Mu. If you want to redecorate it, you have to discuss it with Director Mu."
When talking about his now nominal father, Mu Tingzhou fell silent.
With Mu Chong in charge, Xiao Zhao was not worried at all about Mu Tingzhou making trouble. The next morning, he drove with him to pick up Ming Wei.
Mingwei did not plan to move all her things to the villa, she only packed two boxes of clothes and daily necessities.
"Princess, there is no Zheng here?" Mu Tingzhou asked curiously, glancing at the luggage placed in the living room.
Mingwei instinctively looked towards her best friend's studio.
Mu Tingzhou understood and advised her: "Take it with you." How could she not take Princess Zheng with her
"Forget it, it's too heavy and it's troublesome to move it around." Ming Wei made an excuse to refuse.
"I'll help you move." Mu Tingzhou insisted, not thinking that the princess would move back.
Ming Wei had no choice but to take him to the studio. When the door was opened, the room was filled with antiques. Mu Tingzhou was stunned for a moment, looked around, and then his eyes fell on the slender back of the princess. He pursed his lips imperceptibly. The princess kept denying her identity, but looking at the furnishings here, the princess obviously liked the ancient style, so she was his princess, a princess who had forgotten the past.
In this case, he would rather temporarily acknowledge Mu Chong as his father and give her an old house.
"Master?" Zheng was in front of her, but Mu Tingzhou looked at her with a complicated expression. Mingwei felt strange and called him in a low voice.
Mu Tingzhou came back to his senses and his vision became clear. He saw his princess standing next to four screens, with bright eyes, white teeth and a face as rosy as a peach.
"I'm here." He lowered his eyes and bowed.
Ming Wei: "...Do you need my help to carry it?" Although her zither was not heavy.
In response to such a childish question, Mu Tingzhou raised the corners of his lips, smiled and walked to the zither, bent down and held the zither, with skillful movements. (83 Chinese.83.)