Waking up early in the morning, Ouyang Qianran felt a little dazed. He looked around at the unfamiliar decorations and then he remembered that he was in the villa rented by Ling Yingyue.
After washing and changing clothes, I just went downstairs and smelled the fragrance of breakfast.
"Get up, come and have breakfast." Ling Yingluo just came out with two servings of sea bass porridge. Seeing Ouyang Qianran coming downstairs, he smiled faintly, "Sea bass porridge is very good for healing your wounds, eat more."
Ouyang Qianran tasted it and found it tasted very good. Moreover, the porridge was not very hot and was just the right temperature when he drank it. So Ouyang Qianran quickly ordered a second bowl. At this time, it was already 8:30 in the morning. Suddenly, an entertainment news on TV caught Ouyang Qianran's attention.
"According to the latest news, Chelsea, the chief director of the crew of "The Elf Prince", confirmed that due to special reasons, the crew replaced the actress Alice who was originally playing the leading role with Daisy, the actress ranked 16th on the world artist rankings..."
When seeing this news, Ouyang Qianran paused with his hand holding the spoon, then showed some doubt, "Strange, how could Chelsea change people so easily?" Did she find evidence that Alice wanted to hurt him and Elaine?
It seems impossible just to think about it. Although Alice is reckless, she is not stupid. Of course, she had to do this hateful thing in secret, and she would never do it herself. Therefore, Ouyang Qianran just waited and saw how Chelsea would deal with the situation, and did not expect him to really find evidence and punish Alice.
Ouyang Qianran had everything planned out. After spending Ling Yingluo's birthday with her, he would go back and handle the matter himself. But I didn't expect to see such explosive news early this morning. Chelsea was so straightforward that she directly replaced the heroine. What exactly happened here?
When seeing this news, Ling Yingluo had no expression on his face, and urged Ouyang Qianran, "Eat quickly, or everything will get cold."
Ouyang Qianran was eating breakfast while thinking about this puzzling thing.
After breakfast, Ouyang Qianran couldn't help but smile when he saw Ling Yingyue packing up.
"What are you laughing at?" Seeing the bright smile on Ouyang Qianran's handsome face, Ling Yinglu couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.
"Ling Yinglu, I find that you really have the potential to be a good wife and mother, and you are good at both housework and homemaking." Such a perfect man is actually hers, and Ouyang Qianran suddenly feels like she has gained something.
According to the normal reaction of a man, he should be angry after hearing these words, but Ling Yingluo completely regarded these words as Ouyang Qianran's recognition of him, so he accepted them without hesitation, "Thank you for the compliment."
Nothing can be more touching and heartwarming than a man with severe mysophobia willing to cook for himself. Looking at the figures busying around in the kitchen, Ouyang Qianran was a little stunned, and suddenly felt that the two of them seemed like an old couple.
Ouyang Qianran was distracted when his cell phone rang. He looked and saw that the caller was from Director Chelsea. After answering the phone, the surprise on Ouyang Qianran's face could not fade away for a long time. Although he had just seen the entertainment gossip news, Ouyang Qianran still found it a little unconvincing. Now Director Chelsea called him personally, and his attitude seemed to be more than just an apology. He just told him what happened and the results of the handling. His tone also carried a hint of respect?
How is this possible? Although he is the second young master of Ouyang Group, this identity is not something Chelsea would like to see. Why is there such a big difference in his attitude before and after?
"What's wrong?" Ling Yingluo came out after cleaning up the kitchen and saw Ouyang Qianran sitting there with his lips pursed. He didn't know what he was thinking, and his expression was a little solemn. He sat next to Ouyang Qianran naturally.
Ouyang Qianran turned his head and opened his mouth towards Ling Yingluo, wanting to say something, but in the end he held back and said, "Nothing." This matter was too weird, and Ouyang Qianran thought he should just think about it himself.
He didn't think that Ling Yingluo had done this. Although the Ling family's influence overseas was stronger than that of the Ouyang family, it was not strong enough to influence Chelsea, an international director. Ouyang Qianran looked up Chelsea's information on the Internet and knew that Chelsea was no ordinary person and that there was a lot of power behind him. Who is the big shot who could make Chelsea change their attitude and be so respectful to him? Why help him so much? Or maybe it wasn't him that was being helped?
Today is Ling Yinglu's birthday. Ouyang Qianran stayed with Ling Yinglu in the villa for the whole day. In fact, to be precise, it was Ling Yinglu who stayed with Ouyang Qianran for the whole day. In the evening, after the two enjoyed a dinner carefully prepared by Ling Yinglu, Ouyang Qianran took a bath again with the help of Ling Yinglu.
The two of them lay on the double bed, looking at the bright moon hanging high in the night sky on the transparent glass roof. Ouyang Qianran couldn't help but turned his head and smiled at Ling Yingyue, "It's already past twelve o'clock in China at this time, which means that your birthday has actually passed. But what if I don't have time to prepare a gift for you?"
Ling Yinglu's hand avoided Ouyang Qianran's injured left arm, and placed it on Ouyang Qianran's shoulder, saying meaningfully: "I have received the gift, and I am very satisfied."
The gift that Ling Yinglu was referring to was of course Ouyang Qianran himself. The two did not spend the previous year's Spring Festival together. Now, the person he loves is by his side. Ling Yinglu feels that this is the best gift.
Ouyang Qianran opened his bright eyes and stared at Ling Yingyue's sharp facial features without blinking, "You are really easy to satisfy."
"Well, having you is enough." Ling Yinglu avoided the wound on Ouyang Qianran's arm and kissed Ouyang Qianran on the forehead.
His heart felt like it was soaked in syrup, so sweet. Ouyang Qianran leaned his head on Ling Yingyue's shoulder, "You, you are so good at sweet talk."
After adjusting his posture to make Ouyang Qianran lean more comfortably, Ling Yingyue said seriously, "I am telling the truth."
"Yes, you are telling the truth." It has to be said that sweet words are not only useful to girls, but also to young boys. Anyway, Ouyang Qianran felt that it was totally natural for Ling Yingluo, who was usually a cool and aloof male god, to say sweet words.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Ouyang Qianran stopped being mysterious and took out a small object from the pocket of his bathrobe and handed it to Ling Yingyue, "Here, this is for you. A birthday present."
Ling Yingluo took it and looked at it. It turned out to be a doll, a soft clay doll. The doll was made according to Ling Yingluo's image. It was not as exquisite as those seen on the market. Some parts were a bit rough, and the craftsmanship seemed like it was made by a novice.
"So ugly." This was Ling Yingluo's first comment after seeing it clearly.
"Ugly?" Ling Yingluo's words seemed to touch Ouyang Qianran's soft spot, and Ouyang Qianran suddenly got angry, "I studied for several days and finally made a doll, and you actually say it's ugly? If you don't like it, give it back to me." As he said that, Ouyang Qianran sat up from the bed and was about to reach out to grab it.
Ling Yingyue put away the puppet in his hand and dodged Ouyang Qianran's outstretched hand. There was a gleam in his deep eyes and his voice was a little excited, "You made it yourself?"
"What else?" Ouyang Qianran crossed his arms and said angrily. While filming, Ouyang Qianran was thinking about giving Ling Yinglu a special gift. He happened to see some photos of other people making soft clay dolls on the Internet, so Ouyang Qianran learned to make them himself.
It was definitely difficult to make at the beginning, but I gradually became proficient at it. After making dozens of failed products, I finally made a successful product which is the best so far. Although there are still some flaws in some places, it is already the best one. Ouyang Qianran was so angry that he didn't expect that the doll he made with great satisfaction during his evening rest time while filming was actually rejected.
I didn't expect that the puppet in my hand was made by Ouyang Qianran himself, and it looked like it was made recently. Thinking of Ouyang Qianran learning to make these puppets while filming, Ling Yingluo suddenly felt his heart wrapped in Ouyang Qianran's warmth. Looking at the doll in my hand again, it doesn’t seem ugly at all, and it’s cute no matter how I look at it. Yeah, it really looks like him.
"I like it very much." Ling Yinglu liked it more and more the more he looked at it. Looking at Ouyang Qianran with a frown and an angry look, he felt that he looked very much like the Scottish Fold cat he used to have at home. So cute. A pair of obsidian black eyes, carrying an unprecedented depth of affection and doting.
This aloof male god suddenly turned into an affectionate man. The doting look in his eyes made Ouyang Qianran feel a little uncomfortable. He couldn't help but turn his face away and muttered, "Just now you said she was ugly, and now you say you like her. What a problem."
Under the moonlight, Ouyang Qianran's furry ears slowly turned red. The curve of Ling Yingluo's mouth corners widened and the smile in his eyes deepened. He sat up directly, carefully placed the doll in his hand into a wooden box in a cabinet beside the bed, then turned around and hugged Ouyang Qianran's waist, holding Ouyang Qianran in his arms. Smelling the fresh fragrance of Ouyang Qianran's body after bathing, and remembering the beautiful scenery he saw when he was giving Ouyang Qianran a bath just now, Ling Yingluo felt a heat rushing to his lower body.
"Xiaoran..." Ling Yingyue's voice was a little hoarse and echoed throughout the room.
"What?" Ouyang Qianran felt that the atmosphere between them was a little too romantic. He felt a little uncomfortable, especially since Ling Yingluo's body temperature behind him seemed a little too high? The two of them were pressed tightly together, and he could clearly feel the high body temperature coming from Ling Yingyue.
"I haven't gotten the real birthday present yet." In the darkness, Ling Yingluo's voice was unusually prominent, making Ouyang Qianran clearly feel the depression in his voice.
"Gift? What gift? Didn't I give it to you?" Ouyang Qianran was a little confused. He had already given the gift, so why did Ling Yingluo still ask him for a gift?
"you."
The breath belonging to Ling Yinglu sprayed on Ouyang Qianran's sensitive ears. Ouyang Qianran couldn't help but tremble slightly. He hadn't recovered from Ling Yinglu's "you" yet, and something seemed to be pressing against him from behind.
As a man, Ouyang Qianran certainly knew what that was. This suddenly reminded him of the scene in the hot spring before, and then he began to feel something was wrong.
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