Tang Xinluo found slippers at the entrance to change into.
Walking inside, I found that this villa, also located in Lanwan Yayuan, was significantly different from the one in the Lu family.
The Lu family's villa is low-key and luxurious.
Although the decoration style is more modern than that of the Lu family's old house, every part is the most perfect creation of the designer.
But this villa is full of modern decoration.
The style is simple and clear.
It's just that there is something that doesn't quite match the style of this villa.
There are floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides of the villa. It stands to reason that the lighting in the house should be very sufficient.
But when she entered, she found that all the curtains had been drawn.
In such a huge villa, there is actually no servant except Yue Ze.
With the curtains drawn, even with the lights on in the room, it felt weird in broad daylight.
At this moment, there was a sudden "clang" sound from the kitchen.
It sounded like a kitchen knife falling to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, she heard the actor, who had always maintained the image of a male god in front of the screen, let out an irritable low curse.
"Shit!"
The male god can actually swear!
Tang Xinluo felt that her three views had been refreshed...
However, this is not the time to remember the male god who "died in light".
She followed the sound and easily found the culprit of the mess in the kitchen.
Wearing a casual V-neck sweater, Koshizawa stood in the kitchen, holding a kitchen knife he had just picked up, and lost his temper at a pile of pots and pans.
It was only then that Tang Xinluo noticed that the handsome Yue Ze had dyed his elegant black hair into silver at some point.
When he was fidgeting and pulling the slightly messy hair, not only did he not feel unconventional, but he looked more like a prince of a foreign country with noble blood.
Of course, this must be when he is not losing his temper.
Koshizawa plucked his hair irritably again, revealing deep eye sockets and a tall nose bridge.
Tang Xinluo is a spineless "face control".
It seems that the former male god seems to have encountered difficulties.
Although he looks vicious, ten thousand times more vicious than the "Yue Ze" seen on TV.
However, for the sake of his good looks, Tang Xinluo decided to take the initiative to care about the other party.
"Mr. Yue, are you in any trouble? Maybe... I can help?"
A soft, slightly timid voice sounded in the empty open kitchen.
Only then did Yue Ze notice that there was another person in the kitchen.
He glanced sideways, and his mysterious eyes, like the blue ocean, fell on Tang Xinluo's face.
Yue Ze has western blood, his dark blue eyes are always very easy to fascinate movie fans.
"You, can you cook noodles?"
Tang Xinluo was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect that the majestic Yue Ze male god would be stumped by such a trivial matter as cooking noodles.
"Yes, of course. I'll cook whatever noodles you want."
Tang Xinluo took the initiative to put down her bag, and walked to the sink to wash her hands.
Koshizawa's dark blue eyes darkened, he put down the pot, and took out his cell phone from his trousers bag.
"This noodle, can you make it?"
Tang Xinluo leaned over to look.
The man in the photo is Koshizawa.
Silver broken hair, a skull earring on the left earlobe, punk makeup on his face, but a bowl of green onion noodles in his hand.
Even with silver hair and black eyeliner, the boy's smile is innocent.
This is obviously a still photo, and Yue Ze, who is already in his twenties, can still perform the youthful beauty of a teenager.
"Yes." She nodded.
Yue Ze quickly put the phone back.
"I'll wait for you outside, call me when you're ready."
After finishing speaking, he sullenly walked out.
As soon as Yue Ze left, Tang Xinluo immediately took out her phone and searched the Internet for the keywords "Yue Ze, new movie".
A series of latest developments in Koshizawa.
Randomly clicked on a message to enter, and the latest film that just finished filming is a black-oriented realistic film that specifically reflects the growth of rebellious teenagers.