It's good to give her a 30% discount instead of giving it to her.

Nanyue calculated that when she came to live, she would send more benefits and gifts to Sheng Jingheng, which would almost cover the part folded up, so she nodded happily.

"Since it's haunted, I have to move here. I can't let Mr. Sheng face it alone."

Seeing what she said as if she was serious and wanted to accompany him to fight evil ghosts, Sheng Jingheng couldn't help smiling, gently said "good", and then began to eat the breakfast he made himself.

Naturally, there is no shortage of coffee. A cup of latte and a cup of black coffee are mixed with sweetness and bitterness, which seems to be infected with each other's taste.

After breakfast and coffee, the sky outside the window is still not bright enough. It seems to rain.

"Are you going to see the house?" Seeing her sitting still for a moment, Sheng Jingheng suggested.

"Huh?" Nanyue suddenly recovered, then shook his head and smiled, "no, the pattern should be the same as here."

"Yes."

This villa area was built in this uninhabited land when he was young. He just wanted to build one, but the old man thought it was too lonely, so he waved his hand and built one.

Every villa is as like as two peas, which is to facilitate him to pick a house to live.

At the moment, Sheng Jingheng has some regrets. Why didn't he ask for more room types at the beginning, so that at the moment, he doesn't even have an excuse to delay time.

I can't say it's going to rain. I'd better not go back yet.

As he was thinking, he saw Nanyue look at his mobile phone and say, "Mr. Sheng, I should go."

"... OK, I'll take you." Sheng Jingheng also took his cell phone and sent a message to the driver to drive to the door.

South Vietnam refused him: "no, I'm going to Hongyu media and let the driver take me to the city."

Before he could insist, Nam Yueh stood up, put his index finger to his lips and motioned him not to speak.

Then he smiled, "listen to me this time."

Sheng Jingheng had to give up and just sent her to the door.

After Nanyue changed his shoes and went out, he turned around and stopped him: "that's it... Mr. Sheng, do you have anything else to say to me?"

Naturally, there is still a lot to say, but now that she is leaving, she can only stay until next time.

"Next time," Sheng Jingheng said, turning to ask, "when will we meet again?"

Nan Yue's eyes flashed, as if he had pressed something, and then regretted: "I don't know. I'll be very busy for more than a month. Even if Mr. Sheng is just nearby, I have to see if there's enough time to meet."

"Well, wait for your news." Sheng Jingheng naturally understood. She was saying that he didn't have to go to the place where she worked.

Even if you go, you may not have a chance to see it.

"Mr. Sheng is basically resting in the second half of the year?" South Vietnam remembered and asked.

After all, he made a film, recorded a variety show and issued two new songs this year. He also ran several roadshows because the film was released last month.

As usual, his work has exceeded the standard.

"Pending." Sheng Jingheng simply answered her two words.

Nanyue looked at him, then smiled again and waved at him: "then I'll go first and chat on wechat."

After that, he stopped procrastinating and turned out to get on the car.

Watching the car drive out all the way, it seems that there is no sense of nostalgia. Sheng Jingheng slightly lowered his head and looked at the slippers she changed.

She seems a little disappointed?

Is it because he did something wrong or said something wrong?