"It doesn't matter, mommy shouldn't have to worry about these trivial matters." Jiang Mian's eyes were sincere, and the words "mommy" made him feel as sweet as honey.

Ji's mother sighed inwardly, it would be great if Zhilan was as well-behaved as her.

"Forget it, go back." She waved her hand with a look of disgust on her face.

Jiang Mian exited the room and gently closed the door.

…

Returning to Xiushui Villa again, Xiao Yugan entangled him affectionately. When Jiang Mian thought that he would not be able to see this little guy when he entered the group in a few days, he wanted to put it in his pocket and take it away.

Ji Zhixiu stared at her, not taking into account the report on the computer at all.

Suddenly he stood up and said, "I'm going to the study."

Jiang Mian didn't even raise his head. He held the dried fish in one hand and adjusted the position of the phone with the other, "Go ahead."

Seeing that she was unmoved, the man stepped onto the stairs with a flash of color in his eyes.

Aunt Song came out of the kitchen and said, "Young Madam, this is the tea that the Young Master just ordered me to make."

Jiang Mian let go of the dried fish and smiled, "I'll do it."

She took the tea cup, walked to the study, and knocked on the door.

"Come in." The man said softly.

"Mr. Ji, the tea you ordered, do you need anything else?" Jiang Mian put down the teacup and gave him a toothy smile.

Ji Zhixiu's eyes were fixed on her, and a flash of joy flashed between his brows, "Come here."

Jiang Mian walked over as he was told, and the next second he was suddenly pulled into the man's arms.

Jiang Mian's eyes flickered and she glared at him, "What are you doing?"

The little girl spoke coquettishly and angrily, as if a cat's paw was scratching the tip of his heart.

Ji Zhixiu put his big palm around her waist, their eyes met, and the temperature in the room rose sharply. Soon, the man's cold lips pressed down, he pried open his teeth and drove straight in.

Ji Zhixiu was like a sharp beast coming menacingly, sucking the honey and liquid from his mouth wantonly.

The man gradually became dissatisfied with this posture. He grabbed Jiang Mian's waist with one hand and pressed her down in front of the table. Jiang Mian was forced to lift a section of his snow-white jade neck to cooperate with him.

The documents on the table were knocked to the ground, making no sound on the carpet.

It didn't disturb the two passionate people at all.

Until the ashtray fell, making a dull sound on the carpet. The man let go of her and stroked Jiang Mian's delicate butterfly bones with his slender fingers.

Jiang Mian's face was flushed, his breath was unsteady, and he felt that the base of his tongue was numb.

If it weren't for the man's big hands tightly holding her waist, she would have slipped to the ground due to weakness.

"Something... fell..." Jiang Mian reminded with uneven breath.

The satisfied man's eyebrows did not move, and there was a hint of lust at the end of his eyes due to the same emotion, making him look even more charming.

"Well," he responded without worrying, "Don't worry about it."

"Again?" he asked, his voice hoarse and sexy.

Jiang Mian looked down at the things that fell on the ground and felt his heart suddenly suffocate for a moment.

My heart that was boiling just now felt like a basin of cold water had been poured on it. The coldness spread to all limbs.

She struggled to move her eyes away and pushed Ji Zhixiu away. The man frowned and asked in confusion, “What's wrong?"

Jiang Mian picked up the pink hair tie at his feet, "Why is this in your study? I never use this."

The last time we saw him, Jiang Mian could have turned a blind eye.

This time, she wanted to find out.

The sweet atmosphere just now dissipated, and Jiang Mian looked calm. There was just a slight tremor in my fingertips.

This man, will he explain?

Ji Zhixiu wrapped his palm around hers, took out the hair tie from her hand, put it on the table, and kissed Jiang Mian's eyebrows. There was nothing unusual in his voice. "A friend's, a child's."

Jiang Mian raised his hands to cover his eyes, not wanting the man to see the wetness in his eyes. What kind of explanation is this?

She said hoarsely, "Why don't you leave a little girl's hair tie? Are you a pervert?"

Ji Zhixiu was slightly startled, then curled his lips and smiled lightly, without refuting or arguing, "A kid gave it to me before. It was so cute that I couldn't bear to refuse it."

"Really?" she asked.

"When did I lie to you?" Ji Zhixiu asked helplessly.

He opened Jiang Mian's palm, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes were red and full of tears. Anyone who sees it will be shaken in their heart.

The man's eyes were full of indulgence, and he said warmly, “Why are you crying?"

"I'm not happy," Jiang Mian said in a low voice, with a hint of pampering and an obvious nasal sound.

Ji Zhixiu trapped her between his chest and took out a tissue to wipe her face, as if he was taking care of a child.

The tenderness in his eyes made people addicted to him, and his voice was low and magnetic, "Baby, I only love you."

Jiang Mian's eyes were clear and soaked with tears. She licked her lips and said, "Say it again!"

The man leaned close to her ear and sprayed out his warm breath. The sound was clear and shallow, but enough for Jiang Mian to hear clearly.

"From the beginning to the end, I only love Jiang Mian."

It took a long time for Jiang Mian to understand the true meaning of what he said.

Now, Jiang Mian's hesitation and uneasiness were soothed by the man.

She took the initiative to kiss Ji Zhixiu's cold thin lips and gave him a warm response.

…

"High School Class 3" has been extended to April.

At that time, Jiang Mian had been filming in Nanshi for half a month.

I was acclimatized when I first came here, but now I have gotten used to it.

This place is an old rural area and there are no hotels for actors to stay.

The hotel is still in a town far away from here. The director was afraid of the trouble of gathering, so he simply rented a few villagers' houses.

The price given by the villagers was fair, and the money given by the director was also an extra income for them. Everyone was very happy to cooperate.

At this moment, Li Zhuyi was sitting on a low stool and recounted her achievements to Jiang Mianyang. At the end, she concluded, “Sister, you did a great job in this movie!"

Jiang Mian checked her phone and couldn't find a signal. Alas, she sighed.

Then he raised his face and said, “The next one will be better!"

"The Nine Immortals" has already started airing. Although she is a guest star and does not have many roles, the show is very popular. Even in this village where the Internet is not developed, there are young girls watching it on their mobile phones.

Jiang Mian feels that if the follow-up plot of this drama does not stretch the crotch, Ling He and Zhao Xinxin will definitely reach a higher level because of this drama.

Speaking of which, I don’t know, how is that girl?

Li Zhuyi stood up as he spoke, found the lighter on the wooden table, lit the mosquito coil and placed it next to the bed.

When I first came here, I almost got poisoned by the mosquitoes here.

The bites were getting bigger and bigger, red and itchy. Fortunately, the local villagers were very friendly and gave me a lot of herbal hot compresses.

Now Li Zhuyi has a long memory. Whenever she goes out, she must close the door curtain. The screen window cannot be opened unless it is opened. Once opened, bugs will definitely fly in.

Half a month after joining the group, she had already killed four centipedes.

"Hey, it would be nice if there was signal here." She sighed.

Jiang Mian smiled bitterly. When she came here, she successfully called Ji Zhixiu twice.

The information can only be sent out reluctantly, relying entirely on randomness.

It was not easy for the director to find this place for filming.

There are no entertainment activities in the village, not to mention there is no internet in this place.

Jiang Mian took out the script and read it. The light bulbs on the roof were flashing and dazzling. She put away the script and said, "Let's talk to the crew and support tomorrow. The light bulb in our room is broken and we need to replace it."

"Okay," Li Zhuyi turned over, reached for the bedside lamp cord, pulled it, and the whole room instantly fell into darkness, and responded.

The two people slept on two beds facing each other. The structure of this house was simple, all made of adobe, and the soil underground was uneven, causing the bed to be a little crooked when placed up.

Jiang Mian has been sleeping for a week and is still a little uncomfortable.

She closed her eyes and forced herself to fall asleep. After all, she would get up at five o'clock tomorrow.

Half an hour later, Jiang Mian opened his eyes, "Are you asleep?"

"No," a weak voice sounded, "Sister, if you can't sleep, I will talk to you."

Jiang Mian was actually a little sleepy, but couldn't quite sleep. She responded, closed her eyes and said, "I always feel like I forgot something, and I can't think of it even if I think about it carefully."

It's not clear whether it was because he was too tired from shooting in the past two days, but Jiang Mian always felt a little headache, but fortunately it wasn't too severe.

"It's okay, sister, this is just like when I lose something. When I want to look for it, I can't find it. When I don't want to look for it, it will appear by itself. You don't have to think about it, you may remember it at any time. What’s up?”

"That's right," Jiang Mian nodded, the tiredness in his voice getting thicker.

"So, go to sleep, sister." Li Zhuyi lowered his voice.

"Good night."

"Good night."

This drama produced by Jiang Mian is a tribute drama, with a good script and a good director.

However, due to the difficult shooting environment, few first-line actors were willing to star.

It’s not that the schedule can’t be arranged, it’s that I’m afraid that I won’t be able to take on the responsibility. After Sister Ning found out, she took the initiative to fight for it, and the film crew was very satisfied, so Jiang Mian joined the cast.

She got up very early, after all, the director asked to gather at five o'clock.

When Jiang Mian got up, it was just dawn.

The rooster in the backyard next door has begun to sing loudly, and the sunrise on the top of the mountain is red and shocking. The whole village was peaceful and quiet.

A few pieces of smoke flew into the sky, and Jiang Mian took a deep breath of fresh air. Then turn on your phone every day——

Great, no signal again.

Li Zhuyi brought her potato porridge and a plate of mustard as usual, "It's time to eat, sister."

Jiang Mian became numb after seeing the potato porridge, "After this drama is finished filming, I never want to see potato porridge again."

Li Zhuyi was also in pain and looked dull, "Me too."

Who can handle eating three or two meals a day of porridge?

Jiang Mian finished his porridge and wiped his mouth, "I'll leave the phone like this for you. If you get a signal, tell me."

Li Zhuyi nodded, "Don't worry, sister, I will go up the mountain and wander around later."

Half an hour later, two large trucks drove in from the entrance of the village, followed by two cars.

After a bumpy ride, a man stood on top of the leading car, wearing a suit and leather shoes, and wearing glasses, but he looked a little haggard.

Such a big movement alarmed many villagers.

"Who is this? A foreigner again?"

"Why are there so many people in our village so early in the morning?"

"Isn't someone's kid back? Come and see!"

Not long after, a group of people gathered at the entrance of the village. Two large trucks were surrounded.

The driver wiped the sweat from his forehead, stepped on the brakes, and shouted, “Assistant Fan, there are so many people! I can't drive!"