Because there are Taoist temples in the county seat on Mount Tai. Fan Tianlan felt that there was no need to take the things here. The student who helped him contact there before had arranged everything and the place was neatly cleaned. At this time, Fan Tianlan was just sending Fan Wuyi’s notebook to him. Just take the computer over.

As for the remaining documents, they have basically been digitized, and the old man didn’t need to bring a lot of books to pass, so he left it to Fan Wuyi.

"Throw away the things in the house that you should throw away. The more important ones. I put them in the cabinet on the west side. There are also some herbs that I collected from the mountain a few days ago. The configuration has been completed and there is a prescription. And the sample, you get it back and fry it according to my instructions, and try the effect." Fan Tianlan arranged the situation with his closed disciple before he stopped.

Fan Wubing listened carefully to the old man’s arrangement, nodded in agreement, and then said, “I’ll make the arrangements when I leave. The company sent a RV to send you over and drove slowly, thinking Just walk and stop when you want to. It saves you the bumps on the road and you can relax all the way."

Fan Tianlan nodded and said that it is not a bad idea. Anyway, having lived in seclusion on the mountain for so many years, he is a little unfamiliar with worldly things. Looking at the journey along the way, it is also a good suggestion.

After eating at noon, the old man had to go out for half an hour as usual, so Fan Wubing and Ye Jiarong took a rest in the next room.

After Fan Wubing helped to clean up the house, he said to Ye Jiarong, "It's relatively quiet, sparsely populated, and the air is good. As the saying goes, Niaoming Mountain is more secluded and sleeping here is the most comfortable."

Ye Jiarong was a little excited sitting on the wooden bed covered with brown mats, and said to Fan Wuyin, "I feel like the mansion on the mid-levels of Hong Kong is not as comfortable here."

"Have you lived in a mansion in the mid-levels of Hong Kong?" Fan Wuyao smiled.

Ye Jiarong immediately gave him a blank look. The villas in the mid-levels are basically occupied by rich people. There are not hundreds of millions of billions or billions of assets. Where can they live?

There are many actresses who have lived in Mid-Levels Villas. However, most of them live in the evening and come down the mountain in the morning. There are really very few who can live in. The most are the additional programs after the dinner.

There is also a laptop in the room here. Fan Wubian opened it easily, and then started to connect to the Internet. He went online to read the news by himself. Ye Jiarong saw a few pots on the windowsill and never saw it. The strange flowers and weeds that I had passed by, couldn't help but leaned in to admire them up close.

One of the flowers looks very delicate, looks a bit like a pitcher plant, and smells a very strong fragrance. After taking a few mouthfuls, Ye Jiarong felt a warm feeling penetrated into the bone marrow, as if in his own soul. A ball of flame ignited in the depths.

Not long after, Ye Jiarong felt a little hot all over, and he felt an indescribable feeling of restlessness. The two points on his chest also showed signs of itching and hardening. There was a stream of water between his legs. , She felt that Fan Wuyi, who was concentrating on the computer before her, was full of charm that made herself lost. He couldn't help but leaned forward.

"Huh?" Fan Wuyao was surfing the Internet, but he felt something abnormal around him, and then he found Ye Jiarong behind him with blurred eyes, blushing cheeks, exhaling like orchids and groaning slightly.

There seems to be something wrong with this situation.

Fan Wubing didn't think much yet, Ye Jiarong's body pressed against him, and his chest was rubbed up, rubbing against Fan Wubing's chest, and his hands clung to Fan Wuying's shoulders.

"Who can stand this!" Fan Wubing took a breath, and immediately responded with enthusiasm.

Fan Wuyi immediately hugged Ye Jiarong's plump body, and his fiery lips immediately pressed against her.

Ye Jiarong's body struggled a little, and he hugged Fan Wubian, her eyes were silky, her breath was rapid, and her soft lips kissed Fan Wubing back, allowing Fan Wubing's hand to hold it through the long skirt. The softness of her chest.

The two quickly rolled down on the wooden bed. Under the caress and kisses of the experienced Fan Wuyi, Ye Jiarong was already hot, and his lower body was already in a mess.

Fan Wubing encountered a little trouble when he undressed. He couldn't find where the costume of the ancient costume was untied. It took a long time to figure it out. When Ye Jiarong's body was exposed to the air During the middle, the well-informed Fan Wuyao couldn't help but exclaimed.

Ye Jiarong’s skin was as smooth as silk. When Fan Wuyi’s lips gently kissed the petite pink buds, those cute little guys quickly stood up and became more brilliant red than usual, and Ye Jiarong A thin layer of sand suddenly appeared on her skin, and soon a faint pink was revealed. Obviously, the emotion has been completely stirred up.

At this time, Fan Wuyi’s slender fingers stretched under Ye Jiarong’s skirt and slid over those hairy areas, gently rubbing the small bumps. Under the stimulation of Fan Wuye’s fingers, Ye Jiarong’s body was violent. Trembling, it has already come once.

"It's a very sensitive body--" Fan Wubing had already disarmed his whole body at this time, pressing Ye Jiarong under his body, and then guided his clone with his hand, aiming at the already wet mess. Come forward.

After breaking through that thin layer of obstacles, it was immediately Yi Ma Pingchuan. Fan Wubian felt that his energy was very full, and he only wanted to sprint continuously to occupy one territory after another.

After a long time, the two people sat on the bed in some embarrassment, facing each other naked.

"It feels a bit wrong," Fan Wubing said, scratching his head.

"There seems to be a problem with that pot of flowers--" Ye Jiarong pointed to the pot of flowers on the window sill, and said in a mixed mood.

Fan Wubing looked at the pot of flowers and felt that he had never seen it before, so he said, "I will ask the old man later, what kind of flower is this? It looks a little weird."

Speaking of Fan Wuying, he twitched his nose and sniffed the rich breath. Immediately yelled, "I rely on it, it really is weird, this thing is actually fucking--"

No wonder Ye Jiarong came over to post himself so proactively, but turned out to be bewitched by the fragrance of this flower, and I don't know why Fan Tianlan put such a pot of strange flowers here. This is not a ruin.

At this time, the old man should also be back, but Fan Wubing was a little embarrassed to ask about the situation of this flower, otherwise, wouldn't it be equivalent to admitting that something happened to him and Ye Jiarong? Fan Wu's illness is not so thick-skinned.

"You--would you look down on me?" Ye Jiarong asked in a low voice.

"How come?" Fan Wubing replied, looking at the faint red marks on the bed sheet.

The more you have. The greater the responsibilities he bears. Fan Wubing can now understand the meaning of this sentence very accurately. It is just that some responsibilities are easy to bear, and some responsibilities are to be borne, which will cause problems.

"Ah--" Ye Jiarong moved her body and frowned immediately. The discomfort of **** made her feel a little unsustainable.

Thinking of filming in the afternoon, Ye Jiarong suddenly pursed her mouth, tears glistening in her eyes.

"Kala--" There was a loud wind and thunder outside, but the heavy rain came in an instant.

"Hehe--" Ye Jiarong laughed again, thinking that there is no need to worry about filming anymore. After such a heavy rain, all the things built by the crew can no longer be used. If you do it again, you have to do it again. Wait until the rain stops, and it will take more than a day to get it right.

Sure enough, the director called in a short while, and Ye Jiarong answered the phone and responded a few times, and then smiled and said to Fan Wuyao, "I’m so innocent to help, it won’t start until at least three days. You can take a break these days."

Fan Wubing said, "Actually, there is no need to worry. At most, I can just say hello to them and wait a few days."

Having said that, I really want to say that. It is inevitable that no one will immediately suspect themselves, saying that Ye Jiarong and the owner of Fan Investment Group did not come down after they went up the mountain, which caused the filming to be delayed. This entertainment industry Didn't it spread out immediately inside? Everyone can guess what exactly is the reason with their feet.

"Really don't worry~lightnovelpub.net~Filming well, living a good life, everything will have me." Fan Wubing stroked Ye Jiarong's body and said softly.

He knew very well that what Ye Jiarong needed most at this time was his comfort and encouragement. And the promise, if you can’t clearly state your position, you will have a lot of trouble in the future.

Ye Jiarong's heart loosened, and she leaned her head into Fan Wu's arms. After a while, she said, "Hey, you can remove your makeup, and finally you don't have to worry about mistakes."

"Don't remove your makeup--" Fan Wubing said with a smile, "Don't you think that wearing this kind of ancient costume, when Luo Chang's half-undressed red skirt is tumbling, is the most attractive?"

In fact, what Fan Wubing said seems to be very reasonable. When half-covered, the most amorous moment is more likely to arouse the other party's sex. If it is really naked, it is not. That kind of hazy beauty. It is precisely because of this reason that there are many uniform controllers. As for costume uniform controllers, the number of this group seems to be quite a lot. At least Fan Wuyao is one of them.

"Rogue--" Ye Jiarong cursed with a blushing face, "Sister Shen Ying is right."