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the next day.
At around ten o'clock in the morning, Xiangyi received a call from his manager, Anan.
He asked nervously, "Baby, are you up yet?"
In the past, Xiangyi was very angry when she got up, and if she accidentally disturbed her, she would be scolded bloody.
Xiangyi turned on the hands-free, put the phone on the flower stand, and used gardening scissors to trim off a few blooming daisies.
"Huh? What's the matter?" Her biological clock is very accurate, no matter where she is, she gets up on time at seven o'clock, unless it rains or snows.
Anan breathed a sigh of relief, with a flattering tone: "Hey, do you want to think about the variety show last time? After all, you have no other announcements, and you are idle..."
Xiangyi thought for a while: "Come to my house, we'll have a face-to-face meeting, and I'll send you the address."
After hanging up the phone, Anan was still a little puzzled, didn't Xiangyi live in the apartment rented by the company? Could it be that they moved
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After one hour.
Anan looked at the majestic black wrought iron gate, his eyes widened.
There is a Roman-style fountain in front of the European-style villa. The garden... oh no, it should be called a manor. There are flowers everywhere. The rose blooms best in late spring. At a glance, there are at least dozens of them. Varieties include shrubs and climbing vines.
In the future, there will be endless... vegetable fields.
Going further away, there seems to be a farm.
The door opened automatically, and not far away, Xiangyi, who was wearing a white cotton skirt and a light-colored straw hat, waved at him, holding a hand-woven rattan basket with freshly picked fruits and vegetables in it.
Anan was worried, so he trot to Xiangyi's side and looked at her with wry eyes: "Hey, have you been locked up here? Just like in the novel, the domineering president locked you here and you are not allowed to go anywhere, just To be his canary..."
Xiangyi frowned: "Don't worry, our country has a complete set of criminal laws. This is the house my mother left me, and no one restricts my personal freedom."
Anan breathed a sigh of relief, and asked curiously, "Why are there so many vegetable fields? The terrain here doesn't look like cultivated land."
He had heard a little about Xiangyi's family background and heard that it was a wealthy family, so he wasn't too surprised.
"Oh, it was originally a golf course, but it was remodeled later."
Anan:? ?
He wondered in a daze, is the life of the rich so simple and down-to-earth...
"It's time for dinner. There was a small pot of rice left yesterday. Is it okay to eat fried rice with eggs?" Xiangyi asked with her head tilted.
Anan: "Ah? Do you have a nanny at home, I don't know how to cook..."
He subconsciously thought that Xiangyi wouldn't either.
"I can."
"... My boy is so amazing, really awesome!" Anan boasted out of conscience, as a manager of the rainbow fart king, boasting about his own artists is a professional accomplishment.
"Oh, darling, you haven't shown your face for a long time, why don't you start a live broadcast and cook."
Dark cuisine is dark cuisine, just like black and red are also red.
Anan comforted himself with a very optimistic spirit, thinking that no matter how unpalatable Xiangyi made later, he would eat it as if he were dead... one bite!