Finally, Cheng Yiming stopped.

Yan Yan was completely dizzy. After dismounting, she dragged her weak legs and vomited.

He didn't spit out anything, just a burst of retching, dizziness and weakness.

With a "clang", a small bottle was thrown by her hand.

She grabbed the small bottle and took a look, a small tin of tangerine peel.

A few pieces of tangerine peels made her feel much better.

People who want to ride horses are mostly dizzy from the bumps. Tangerine peel and **** are common medicines.

Only then did she think about the surrounding environment, and saw that this place was a very high mountain with beautiful scenery, but it was not too different from other mountains.

He brought her here because he was deliberately punished.

"What are you doing here?" She glanced at Cheng Yiming, "Why, can't afford to lose?"

"Follow me when it's okay." Cheng Yiming walked forward.

Yan Yan is funny, does she have to do what he says?

He went east, but she just wanted to go west.

"If you don't want to talk about the script, just go." His voice floated in salty or indifferent voice.

Yan Yan:...

Unexpectedly, after walking forward for a while, I saw a villa.

This villa is a bit special. The houses are not connected together. Instead, many small white houses are scattered according to the mountain landscape.

There are two floors, one floor, and small single rooms.

The small single room is the tea room. At this moment, she and Cheng Yiming are sitting in the tea room.

A few pieces of charcoal are burning in a small small stove, and the kettle on the stove is made of white porcelain. As the temperature of the water heats up, it gradually emits heat.

When the water in the pot boils, Yan Yan washes, brews, and pours the tea, as if she has practiced specially.

These simple and simple tea sets were in the hands of her slender white jade, as if they had a different kind of beauty.

Cheng Yiming kept staring at her, his eyes getting deeper.

"You are good at making tea," he said.

Yan Yan shrugged disapprovingly, "When you drink tea, there is always someone to make tea."

The agent took her to meet the big guys, and she was often the most "qualified" person in the audience to make tea.

Cheng Yiming's face suddenly sank, so many people have seen her beautiful appearance at the moment...

"I don't drink tea." He pushed away the tea cup she had put over, "Talk about the script."

Yan Yan nodded and asked bluntly: "Can you not ask to modify the script?"

"why?"

"what why?"

"Why can't the script be changed?"

"The story will be incomplete after the revision."

"If you don't kiss the actor, the movie won't go on?"

Yan Yan was slightly stunned, he was a personal attack, right!

She talks to him about art, but he wants to talk to her about virtue, so there's no need to talk!

"What if I say yes?" she asked simply.

"The script must be changed!" Cheng Yiming said coldly: "If you are not satisfied, you can quit."

Yan Yan stood up immediately and went out without looking back.

It is already sunset, and today's sunset is a strong pink, beautifully intoxicating.

Yan Yan walked along the winding road. She wanted to leave the villa, but she felt tired after walking very far.

I was bumped too hard right away, and my body hasn't slowed down yet.

She found a secluded place, sat on the ground, thinking about her heart to the pink sunset.

She didn't understand why Cheng Yiming didn't let her go.

Fu Yuan'er said that Cheng Yiming had moved her sincerely. If she kept finding faults, it was his way of getting her into anxiety. This sincerity was really no good for her.

But she tried many ways to push him away, but to no avail.

It would be great if someone could tell her what to do.

She hadn't realized that no matter what method Cheng Yiming used, he had become the person she had to think of anyway.

Suddenly, she heard a rustling sound behind her, the sound of footsteps on the grass.

But for a while, the footsteps stopped and did not approach her.

She guessed it was Cheng Yiming, and was too lazy to turn around, "What else do you want to say? Do you need me to resign with the director?"

She sneered: "It's not necessary."

He pays for it, and he speaks best.

Quietly behind him, there was no response.

What? He doesn't answer if he doesn't speak to him, is he?

Yan Yan couldn't help feeling depressed, "Cheng Yiming, don't..."

She turned around and was stunned.

Standing not far away was a little girl, about five years old, looking at her with open eyes.

The little girl may be frightened by her self-talk.

"Pretty sister..." the little girl yelled milkily.

Yan Yan must admit that children can speak better than many adults.

"Little girl," Yan Yan asked, "Who are you and why did you come here?"

"I'm looking for my parents..." The little girl curled her lips aggrievedly.

She just played with the flowers on the side of the road for a while, and mom and dad disappeared.

Yan Yan thought for a while, she could hand the little girl to the security guard of the villa, or take the little girl to see her parents.

"Do you know the name of the house you live in?" Yan Yan tried to ask.

Every house here has its own name.

The little girl thought for a while, "It's called a fairy tale house."

Yes, parents will definitely choose such a house for their children.

Therefore, she can send her child to the fairy tale house.

She asked to understand where the fairy tale house was, and took the child through the trail.

The closer to the destination, the more different the surrounding scenery.

First, the green belts on both sides of the road lit up with colorful lights, and then a gust of wind blew the sky with colorful bubbles...

"Wow!" The little girl's eyes were immediately attracted.

Yan Yan pursed her lips, which is the place close to the fairy tale house. The villa has such an arrangement.

She couldn't help wondering that the little girl's parents could spend money to bring their children here, so why didn't they know that the child was lost?

Along the way, she didn't even hear a tracing broadcast.

"Pretty sister, look!" The little girl suddenly raised her finger to the sky.

Yan Yan looked up and saw many colorful hydrogen balloons flying into the sky.

Most of the balloons fly very fast, and a small part fly very slowly because they are hanging gift boxes.

"Pretty sister, what's in those boxes?" the little girl asked.

Yan Yan didn't know either.

The "bang" sound suddenly sounded.

A balloon was blown out and the gift box fell to the ground.

The little girl picked it up happily, opened the box and saw, "Pretty sister, it's a teddy bear." She raised the puppet toy, very happy.

Then there was another "bang", and a gift box just fell to her feet.

She picked it up, didn't take it apart, but walked forward and gave it to the little girl.

The little girl hugged her, very happy.

"That's for you." A man's voice sounded.

This time it is Cheng Yiming.

He is holding a toy air rifle and standing not far away.

Yan Yan was taken aback for a moment. It turned out that he had shot down the balloon just now. Could it be that he planned all these colorful lanterns and balloons?

"Uncle," the little girl saw him, and immediately smiled: "Pretty sister, here comes."

It turned out to be his idea.

Cheng Yiming walked up to Yan Yan and raised his thick eyebrows lightly, "How do you feel about what I did?"

"Thank you for making the little girl so happy, she will remember it for a long time." Yan Yan said, but a sneer appeared in the corner of her eyes.

Unabashedly expressed two words, naive.

Cheng Yiming's temple faintly beats, whoever told him, women like this.

Watching Yan Yan turn and move forward, he suddenly stepped forward, grabbed her hand from behind, and stuffed the air gun into her hand.

Then he held her hand, aimed at a certain balloon, and shot.

Another gift box fell at her feet.

"Open it, I promise you not to change the script." Cheng Yiming said.

"Really?" She couldn't believe it.

"real."

She was still hesitating, and quickly bent over to pick up the gift box and unpack it.

A small flannel box fell into her hand.

Her heart jumped, as if she had picked up a hot potato. The flannelette box was tossed in her hand and fell to the ground.

Yan Yan was taken aback.

Cheng Yiming also froze for a moment, then his face sank.

The atmosphere suddenly became very embarrassing...

Yan Yan didn't want to pick up that thing, she could see what it was.

But seeing Cheng Yiming picking up the box and preparing to open it, Yan Yan's delicate white hands immediately grasped his.

"Cheng Yiming, don't give me this, I don't want it." She must make things clear.

"You don't want it?" Cheng Yiming's eyes showed anger.

"Do you want me to marry you?" Yan Yan found it ridiculous. "You have not mentioned this requirement only once, but do we get along like unmarried couples?"

"What's not like?"

"At least the fiance I imagined would not use threats to let me pick up the proposal ring." Yan Yan shook her head, "Have you ever thought that if you really love me, you will let me get you in this way? Your proposal ring?"

Cheng Yiming's temple was beating again, she actually said, didn't he really love her?

"Yan Yan, you don't have to make an inch!" He was very angry.

Yan Yan chuckled, he was angry, was it because she didn't accept his feelings of charity?

"Cheng Yiming, I feel honored that you like me, but I don't want your feelings."

"What kind of feeling do you want?"

The feelings she wants, at least will not make her feel tired.

"If you don't like me acting in this movie, I can quit, but I also ask you to quit my life."

Cheng Yiming looked at her, his eyes flickering fiercely, he was holding back his ups and downs.

"I won't threaten you again." For a moment, he gritted his teeth and said these words.

Master Cheng, making such a concession is no longer easy.

For a moment, Yan Yan almost softened her heart.

But there was a knot in her heart, she couldn't get through with Cheng Zhenrui.

He sheltered the person who wanted to kill her, how could she have a relationship with him.

"Cheng Yiming, don't force it." Impatient gradually appeared in her eyes, and she didn't want to say more.

After speaking, she turned and left.

At that time, she just turned around and walked away like this, one year away...

Cheng Yiming wanted to step forward and grab her, but a voice told him that if he did that, she might disappear for another year.

His steps seemed to be nailed to the grass, unable to move a step.

I don't know how long it took, Yan Yan's figure had disappeared, and a "tsk tusk" sound suddenly sounded.

He turned his eyes to see, Cheng Zitong and Fu Yuan'er both walked towards this side.

Fu Yuan'er looked at the joke on her face.