Cold young chasing his wife has a deep routine

Chapter 872
Looking at the director walking away, An Ran's mouth grew wide: "A big production!"

Forgetting that Leng Chengtian was still by her side, Li Xuesi smiled and said, "It's only one billion."

One billion?
Thinking about the films she took, An Ran felt that without comparison, there would be no harm.

How many years do I have to wait to become like my mother-in-law?
Sad to think about.

I don't know what my girl is thinking, and the doubts in the man's eyes are getting deeper and deeper: "When you were with mom, didn't the crew shoot these clips?"

Instantly regained consciousness, An Ran was left speechless by the question.

On the contrary, Li Xuesi reacted quickly: "Big productions don't necessarily have to be the highlight every day, the romance part of domestic filming."

Leng Chengtian obviously didn't believe what his mother said, but he didn't want to embarrass An Ran, so he nodded and said, "I see!"

After saying that, he walked towards the RV with his arms around An Ran.

There were too many people, and everyone naturally couldn't afford a car, so they found the best hotel in the nearest town to stay.

But after all, it is a township, and there is no way to compare it with a city.

Compared to the unaccustomed old lady Leng, An Ran is very comfortable.

After all, at night in a foreign country, the novelty made her more curious than the environment.

Holding Leng Chengtian's hand, the two of them strolled in the night, looking at the endless sand dunes under the bright moonlight, the dots of green plants, even a single grass felt novel.

Occasionally, foreigners who drove by in a carriage would greet them friendly when they saw them. As for what they said, An Ran could not understand anything but understand.

Leng Chengtian, on the other hand, greeted him in the local language fluently, and there was no obstacle in communication.

Then, An Ran felt inferior, and felt that she was compared with Leng Chengtian, one was in the sky and the other was on the ground, and she was still the kind who was trampled into the mud.

"Uncle, how many languages ​​do you know?" An Ran held Leng Chengtian's arm, her eyes like a sea of ​​stars caressed a man's heart like a feather.

"Probably only three or four kinds." As everyone knows, he was afraid of An Ran's inferiority complex, so he deliberately omitted six or seven kinds.

If so, An Ran's little head almost drooped to her chest: "I can only speak Mandarin, what do you like about me?"

"Heart." The man replied without any hesitation, which made An Ran startled.

Looking up, under the bright moonlight, Leng Chengtian's finger landed on her chest: "There is a kind heart here, she is my favorite, and I will never forget it in my life."

Heart?
An Ran caressed her chest, and asked herself how could she be kind even in her own mind!

Don't good people never fight back when beaten or scolded?

Don't those white lotuses in the TV series all look so cute and pitiful?
But she...

It seems to be the opposite. Thinking of those days when she fought with An Ning, she felt that she was the vicious sister in a fairy tale, and the word kindness had nothing to do with her.

"Uncle, I heard that when you knew about Leng Yanran's existence, was that when you met me?" If it was an uncle, considering her own age, she was only 13 years old, right?
At that time, she was still naive and romantic, and An Ning did not enter An's house. She should be kind at that time, right?
"What do you think of?" The man was not annoyed by the word Leng Yanran, on the contrary, there was a gleam in his eyes.

miss you!
Haha, if she thinks of something, she still has to be so tangled up.

The woman shook her head, expressing that she really didn't remember anything.

The man didn't look disappointed, he took her into his arms and said, "It's okay, we still have a long time, you will definitely remember."

(End of this chapter)