The prince consort came and saw the petite princess whom he deeply loved lying on the bed. He couldn't help but smile. However, when he got closer and found some tears on the princess's rosy face, the smile on his face slowly froze and complex emotions welled up in his eyes, surging like waves.
"Minghua."
After looking for a long time, the prince consort slowly sat down, leaned over and called softly.
Princess Minghua opened her eyes, her dazed gaze first fell on the man's bright red wedding gown, she turned her head slightly, looked up lazily and blankly, and what caught her eye was her beloved tutor. His long eyebrows were straight, his face was calm, and his dark eyes, as unfathomable as a deep pool, stared at her steadily, wanting to speak but not being able to.
"Master?" Princess Minghua's brows lit up and she sat up happily, "Why are you here?" She had no idea that this was just an illusion.
The Grand Tutor smiled, which was rare, with gentle eyes: "You and I are already married, have you forgotten, Princess?"
Princess Minghua blinked her eyes, thought blankly, then suddenly smiled and lowered her head shyly. Yes, she married the tutor.
After a brief moment of shyness, Princess Minghua happily threw herself into the man's arms, hugged him tightly, and said childishly and coquettishly: "I know you always have me in your heart." After that, she raised her head and greedily looked at the man above her head.
The beauty was as gorgeous as a flower. The tutor gently touched her long black hair, then suddenly fell down while holding Princess Minghua, with half of his body pressing down on her.
So heavy...
Mingwei complained with her eyes closed. Before this year, she had never expected that the first time she was dominated by a man would be like this.
The light in the tent was very dim, because the camera could not capture Mingwei, so Mingwei could rest, but Mu Tingzhou had to perform a short segment. Noticing Mingwei's tightly furrowed brows, Mu Tingzhou tried his best to support the bed with his left elbow, then slowly raised his legs and let his feet leave the ground. As a serious drama, the bridal chamber scene ended here. Mu Tingzhou did not need to do any other movements, but he was motionless, and he still felt Mingwei's softness through the place where their bodies were touching.
The arms, legs and chest are soft. The woman looks slender and thin, but when you hug her, she feels round and comfortable, making you want to pinch her.
"good!"
His thoughts were interrupted, and Mu Tingzhou immediately let go of Mingwei and left.
Ming Wei heaved a long sigh of relief and sat up on the bed. She saw that Mu Tingzhou had already walked to the center of the room. Director Zhang smiled and nodded at her: "The filming is good. That's all for tonight. Let's pack up and go back to the hotel to rest!"
Ming Wei completely relaxed and followed her assistant to remove her makeup. She was so tired that she didn't want to pay attention to anyone.
The more tired you are, the better you sleep. Mingwei slept like a pig that night. In the top floor suite, Mu Tingzhou also fell asleep smoothly, but he had a dream. In the dream, he was the Taifu, the Taifu in the wedding night. At first, it seemed like he was still acting. He led the sick Jin'er into the bridal chamber, but at this point, the plot suddenly changed. The veil was lifted, and the bride turned out to be Princess Minghua.
"I know you have me in your heart."
Princess Minghua threw herself into his arms passionately, spoke to him with a smile, and then they both fell on the bed.
A woman with a soft body, repetitive and regular movements...
Mu Tingzhou woke up suddenly. In the empty luxury suite, he was the only one breathing rapidly.
About a minute later, Mu Tingzhou rubbed his forehead, turned on the light, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and changed into a pair of boxer briefs.
At five o'clock the next morning, Mu Tingzhou woke up on time, brushed his teeth and washed his face, and waited for Xiao Zhao to come over. The two went downstairs for breakfast. At this time, most of the guests were sleeping. The elevator went down all the way, and when it was about to reach the third floor, the speed slowed down.
Xiao Zhao pushed his glasses up and guessed with interest: "Could it be Miss Ming?"
Mu Tingzhou tilted his head to the left, and when the elevator door opened, he glanced casually.
"Hi~" Mingwei was about to yawn, but when she recognized the two people inside, she quickly replaced it with a bright smile.
Xiao Zhao smiled: "Morning."
Ming Wei subconsciously looked at Mu Tingzhou.
Mu Tingzhou pursed his lips, glanced at her face, and immediately looked away, as if looking at her for one more second would be a waste of time.
Mingwei was used to it and just kept talking to Xiao Zhao.
Mu Tingzhou didn't look at her, but he heard her voice, which was clear and soft. But the same voice, when it entered his mind, turned into another sentence in the dream: "Mu Tingzhou, this is a filming, don't do this..."
Recalling that absurd dream, Mu Tingzhou's whole body stiffened. He had played villains before, but had never filmed a scene of forcing a woman. Why did he inexplicably have such a dream
It's a mess and doesn't fit his character at all.
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There are more scenes before Princess Minghua gets married, and the scenes in the middle are lighter. In late June, Mingwei took advantage of three days of free time and returned to Sucheng.
Mingqiang came to the high-speed railway station to pick up his eldest daughter. He was a man in his late 50s, but he was in very good shape. He was tall and strong, and his two exposed arms were strong and powerful. He had a crew cut, a thick, dazzling gold necklace around his neck, and a gold watch on his wrist. He exuded the aura of a "local" rich man.
"Dad!" Dad stood out from the crowd, looking down at his phone. Mingwei deliberately made a circle around him, then patted Dad's shoulder hard from behind.
Hearing his daughter's voice, Mingqiang first grinned, but when he turned around and saw Mingwei, who had lost weight, Mingqiang's face immediately darkened. He did not reply to his wife's message, and stared at Mingwei with a pair of tiger eyes and scolded her: "What's the point of being a crappy translator? You work so hard and your monthly salary is not as much as the pocket money I give you! Go home, don't do anything, and gain some weight as soon as possible."
"The Prime Minister of the Ming Dynasty" has not yet been widely promoted, and not many people know the specific information of the female lead. Ming Wei did not tell her family, and planned to give her family a surprise when the official promotion or the TV series was broadcast. Of course, Ming Qiang misunderstood that his daughter was too tired and thin because of the hard work of translation.
"The work is not tiring. I lost weight on purpose." Mingwei smiled and took her father's arm, asking about the situation at home.
Mingqiang was not fooled and kept questioning his daughter about her life in the capital, even down to what Mingwei ate for three meals a day.
Half an hour later, the car drove into an upscale lakeside residential area.
More than 20 years ago, Mingqiang was just a small boss who opened a car repair shop. He only had a junior high school education. Although he looked rough, he was smart and was good at making friends. He made more and more money. Three years ago, he opened a luxury car 4S shop and his business was booming. Mingwei's grandfather used to dislike his son-in-law for being too big and strong, thinking that he was not worthy of his beautiful and talented daughter. Now he has regarded his son-in-law as his own son and sees him every now and then.
"Why are you so thin?" Jiang Yue asked in surprise when she saw her eldest daughter after coming out of the kitchen.
Ming Wei pretended not to hear and flattered her with a playful smile: "Mom looks really good today."
Jiang Yue glared at her daughter and walked to the dining table with the dish in hand. The woman was in her early forties, wearing a light green long skirt. Her figure was slender and her age was hard to tell. Her black hair was tied up behind her head with a jade hairpin, which was simple and elegant, revealing a slender and graceful snow-white neck, which was very charming.
Mingwei came over coquettishly, wanting to grab some food first.
Jiang Yue slapped her daughter's hand in disgust.
Mingqiang stared at the mother and daughter. When Weiwei was a child, she looked like Jiang Yue. Now that she has grown up, both the mother and daughter look like they were cast in the same mold, both in terms of facial features and temperament. However, Jiang Yue is gentle as water, while Weiwei's gentleness is mixed with a stubbornness. Once she has made up her mind, ten donkeys cannot pull her back.
Like he and Jiang Yue wanted their daughter to study in the south instead of the capital, but their daughter insisted on going north alone, thousands of miles away from home. Mingqiang was troubled and proud of this, thinking that Weiwei had the same temper as him, but sometimes Mingqiang couldn't help wondering if Weiwei had taken after that man, the man whose identity Jiang Yue refused to tell him and who he inferred should live in the capital based on only a few clues.
"Sister." The bathroom door opened and Mingqiao walked out.
"Have you decided what major you want to study?" Ming Wei warmly hugged her sister who had just finished the college entrance examination and touched her hair.
Mingqiao has a cold personality and won't get too excited with her sister. She glanced at her mother who came out with the dishes and whispered, "Automotive engineering."
Mingwei was stunned.
"Look, your sister doesn't agree either. What girl would tinker with cars?" Jiang Yue put down the dish and glared at her little daughter unhappily.
Mingqiao lowered his head and said nothing.
Mingwei looked at her cold and beautiful sister, and remembered that when she was a child, her sister liked to go to the repair shop at home to play, touching this and that, and would get greasy all over her body in a short time. Other girls, including her, liked pretty skirts and dolls, but her sister only liked car models, and she got the support of her father.
Mingwei is very open-minded. Since her sister likes cars, it would be a good idea for her to study automotive major.
"I didn't say anything." Ming Wei immediately clarified and then went to the bathroom to wash her hands.
At lunch, the family had a heated discussion about what major Mingqiao should study. In the end, Jiang Yue's vote against the plan was invalid, with a three-to-one vote. After lunch, Jiang Yue was sulking and went to the kitchen to clean up, not allowing her two daughters to intervene. Ming Qiang shamelessly stayed in the kitchen to coax his wife, while Ming Wei ran to her sister's room to chat.
"Go to T University. I'm also in the capital. I'll come to see you when I'm free." Mingwei happily suggested to her sister, propping up her arms and lying on the bed. She was more of a liberal arts student, studying in the language department, while her sister was a science genius since she was a child and had great hands-on skills. When she was in high school, her music box broke, so she gave it to her sister, who fixed it in a short while. The sisters had a good relationship, and Mingwei hoped that her sister would be closer to her.
"You can be admitted." Mingqiao already had a plan.
Mingwei smiled, her sister was the provincial champion in science this year, and she would definitely get into T University.
After staying at home for three nights, Mingwei returned to the crew at the end of the vacation. She studied while filming, and her time was busy and fulfilling.
It was August in a blink of an eye, and the weather was getting cooler. After more than five months of filming, the crew of "The Prime Minister of the Ming Dynasty" finally had the last few scenes.
A Didi private car turned from the intersection and drove slowly over. The middle-aged male driver saw Ming Wei on the side of the road at a glance.
The girl is about 1.65 meters tall, wearing a pair of white high heels, her straight and slender legs are wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, and her tight skirt only reaches above the knees. From the side, she has a bulging chest, a thin waist and a perky butt, exuding the abstinence temptation of an office white-collar worker to the extreme, which is the most attractive temperament for men.
The driver whistled in his heart.
After confirming the taxi information, Mingwei opened the door behind the passenger seat and got in.
The air conditioner was on in the car, it was stuffy but warm. Mingwei touched her calf furtively and breathed a sigh of relief.
Still half an hour away from Hongyuan Hotel, Mingwei lowered her head and reviewed the information on her mobile phone.
Orlando is a senior executive of a famous Italian clothing brand. Mingwei met him on the flight back to China. In fact, the brand's capital branch had already arranged an interpreter, but Orlando and Mingwei had a good chat and would rather spend money to hire one. Rich people are so willful.
Orlando will be returning home tomorrow morning. As for the final itinerary tonight, Orlando has been keeping it a secret, saying that he wants to give her a surprise. Mingwei has been patient for three days. In order to avoid insufficient preparation and imperfect translation at night, Mingwei sincerely hopes that Orlando will announce the surprise this morning, and then she learned...
Orlando's dinner partner was actor Mu Tingzhou.
Ming Wei is not a fan, nor is she the type to be easily attracted by young and old actors, but Mu Tingzhou is so famous in China that he is almost black. Ming Wei always hears news about him from her friends and passers-by, such as that Mu Tingzhou won the Best Actor award at the age of sixteen, and that all the TV series and movies that Mu Tingzhou has participated in are high-quality, which is a double guarantee of quality and box office success.
Among all the halos on Mu Tingzhou's head, the only one related to Ming Wei is that Mu Tingzhou has been the spokesperson for Orlando in the Asia-Pacific region since last year, so Orlando wants to connect with Mu Tingzhou tonight.
Looking at the endorsement photo of Mu Tingzhou on her phone, in which he was wearing a well-ironed suit and looked very dignified, and thinking of her best friend who almost begged her on her knees for her autograph, Ming Wei had to admit that it was indeed a great honor for her to dine with the movie king.
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"Rosa, you dressed up so beautifully, is it for Mr. Mu?"
In the lobby of Hongyuan Hotel, employer Orlando walked towards Mingwei in a white suit, holding his chest with one hand, and looked at Mingwei painfully with deep blue eyes. "You are more beautiful today than in the past three days, which means you care more about Mr. Mu. Am I not worthy of Rosa's careful dressing?"
A handsome foreign man, speaking authentic Italian and with affectionate eyes, almost no woman can resist Orlando's charm.
Fortunately, Ming Wei was already used to the savagery of Italian men, so she smiled and said, "If you keep complimenting me like this, what should I do if I can't bear to see you leave?"
"Then come with me, to the ends of the earth." Orlando's eyes sparkled and his tone was focused.
Mingwei smiled. She had a very happy time working with Orlando for four days.
After the banter, the two walked out of the hotel and headed towards Guiyun Tower.
Guiyunlou is a nine-story tower with antique decoration. It is the No. 1 Chinese cuisine restaurant in the imperial capital, and its customers are all local tycoons. Mingwei, a small figure, has accompanied clients here several times. The most recent time was the first meal of Cheng Yao's date with her. Mingwei put her boyfriend's handsome features out of her mind and concentrated on her work.
Taking the elevator to the ninth floor, Ming Wei explained the situation to the waiter, who excitedly said, "Mr. Mu is here. Please come this way."
As they approached, two men in suits stood up at a table by the window. The short-haired man, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, was the popular actor Mu Tingzhou. The handsome man with glasses, who was a few centimeters shorter than Mu Tingzhou, was his exclusive agent and assistant Xiao Zhao. The two stood side by side, one was aloof and the other gentle, pleasing to the eye. Rumor has it that Mu Tingzhou has never had a girlfriend at the age of 30 and never filmed intimate scenes because of Xiao Zhao...
Rumors are flying everywhere, and there is currently no reliable evidence to prove their truth or falsehood.
"Hello, Mr. Mu." Mingwei spoke first and introduced herself.
Mu Tingzhou looked at her calmly, and when she finished, he extended his hand to Orlando in a very formal way. When he spoke, he spoke in Italian that was even purer than Mingwei, a top student from the Foreign Affairs University. Orlando was very happy and talked to Mu Tingzhou enthusiastically. Compared with Orlando's rich expressions and gestures, Mu Tingzhou's words were concise and his expression was indifferent, but he did not give people a sense of arrogance, which made people subconsciously persuade themselves: the movie emperor has this kind of temper, so there is no need to mind it.
Mingwei, who had become a decoration, felt a little embarrassed.
"Ms. Ming is still in college?" After sitting down, Xiao Zhao spoke to her considerately.
"I graduated last year." Ming Wei smiled and took the opportunity to express her surprise: "I have heard of you and Mr. Mu for a long time. I am honored tonight."
Xiao Zhao glanced at Mu Tingzhou and chuckled, "He has recently become interested in Italian and has found time to study on his own. His current level is at most that of an Italian elementary school student. I believe he will need Miss Ming's help soon."
Ming Wei's heart moved, and she asked quietly: "Can you tell me how long he has been learning?"
Xiao Zhao stretched out a finger.
Mingwei guessed sourly: "One year?"
During college, she got up early every day to read for an hour and listened to listening exercises before going to bed. It took four years of continuous and crazy practice to reach her current level. But except for the fact that she may have mastered more professional vocabulary than Mu Tingzhou, she lost in accent and sense of language. How could Mu Tingzhou only use it for one year
"One month." Xiao Zhao corrected with a smile.
Mingwei almost vomited blood. She felt that Xiao Zhao was even more evil than Mu Tingzhou and was deliberately undermining her self-confidence as a professional translator.
Mingwei was not very interested in Mu Tingzhou's appearance and acting skills, but his professional skills were terrible. Mingwei could not help but observe Mu Tingzhou. As she observed, the information she collected in the morning became more and more profound. According to the evaluation, Mu Tingzhou has high IQ and physical fitness. He can memorize the lines after reading them several times. He never uses a double for martial arts. He can master gun skills, free fighting, swordsmanship, boxing... whatever the role requires, Mu Tingzhou can master it quickly in a short time, winning the hearts of directors and audiences.
Forget it, she is just a mortal, why compare herself with a god like Mu Tingzhou? Isn't that asking for trouble
In order to calm down, Mingwei obediently pretended to be a invisible person. Occasionally, when Orlando got so excited that he forgot to pause, she would help translate.
In the middle of the meal, Xiao Zhao received a phone call and Orlando went to the bathroom. Ming Wei and Mu Tingzhou were the only ones left at the table by the window.
Mu Tingzhou put down his chopsticks and looked at the lake, his eyes deep, like a thinker.
In order to liven up the atmosphere, Ming Wei took out the photo of Mu Tingzhou and the signature pen given to her by her bestie from her bag, walked around to Mu Tingzhou, and bowed devoutly to ask, "Mr. Mu, can you sign for me?"
Mu Tingzhou tilted his head to look at her, his dark eyes indifferent: "You are the fourth one."
Mingwei was stunned and didn't understand.
Mu Tingzhou looked at her for a second longer, then continued to look out the window with an expressionless face.
Mingwei returned to her seat angrily and sent a WeChat message to her best friend: I want to sign, but he said I am the fourth one, what does that mean
Girlfriend: The movie star only sends autographs three times a day! Crying, who stole my autograph! No, Weiwei, take a photo to compensate me!
Ming Wei raised her head and looked at Mu Tingzhou's cold face. She quietly took a photo of Mu Tingzhou's... leather shoes and sent it to him.
Girlfriend: …
Mingwei smiled and put away her phone. When she looked up, she saw the waiter leading two guests towards her. The woman was wearing a red dress, her long legs were faintly visible, and her face looked familiar, as if she was a popular female star recently. The two sat down at a nearby table. When the waiter made way, Mingwei saw the man being playfully kissed on the side of his face by the female star.
It was Cheng Yao, the man who had been pursuing her fiercely for half a year and whom she had just agreed to date last month.
Cheng Yao seemed to have sensed something and looked over here, with a smile on his face yet to fade.
Ming Wei did not avoid him, but looked him in the eyes. She saw Cheng Yao stood up in shock and opened his lips. At the same time, Ming Wei's mind flashed with the methods Cheng Yao used to pursue her. They met at the venue, and it was pouring rain. Cheng Yao took the initiative to hold an umbrella for her, showing his gentlemanly demeanor. She accompanied a client on a tour, and Cheng Yao signed up for the same tour group, following her like a shadow.
It turned out that the seemingly romantic and passionate pursuit was just a casual act of Cheng Yao.
Ming Wei lowered her eyes, silently dispelling the anger rising in her chest.
Don't be angry, don't be angry. She should be glad that she recognized Cheng Yao's true face when she was not deeply in love with him.
The phone vibrates, Mingwei opens the message, Cheng Yao: Who is that man? Didn't he say he was accompanying a client these days
Mingwei sneered and replied directly: Let’s break up and don’t look for me again in the future.
After saying that, she turned off the phone, put it in her bag, and then turned her head to look at the scenery like Mu Tingzhou did.
"Xiao Zhao, why are you here?" The excited voice of actress Wang Yingying came from the other side.