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He silently looked at her for a while, then turned the light in the cabin to a faint yellow. Because Lu Qingzhou was covered with a blanket and felt comfortable and warm, her curled up body also slightly relaxed.

He returned to the sofa, picked up his laptop, and began to work. The next thought seemed to become clearer and clearer. Humans were really strange creatures. One person's loneliness could disappear just because of another person's existence, and together, they were the entire world.

When the plane arrived at London Airport, Lu Qingzhou had just finished washing his face and rinsing his mouth. Aside from a notebook, he had almost no luggage. Lu Qingzhou lifted off the quilt and got off the bed. She remembered that she had been sleeping in the same bed the night before and didn't even know when the extra quilt was. There was no one else in the cabin other than her and Feng Ziyan. She gave him a light glance, and Feng Ziyan continued with what she was doing, as if she didn't exist.

Feng Ziyan finished buttoning the last button on her sleeve. She stared at the empty space in front of her as if she was talking to the air, "Someone will be taking you off the plane later. I'll get my assistant to pick you up." "Don't run around, or I won't be responsible for your safety."

He took his jacket and laptop from the sofa and walked out. Lu Qingzhou was still in a daze. She only came back to her senses after the flight attendant came in to take her out. Lu Qingzhou walked out of the airport. Feng Ziyan's assistant had already driven over in a car to pick her up. She got into the car and saw that it was drizzling outside the window.

London is known as the foggy capital, and it often rains, and sometimes people here go through several weather transitions a day. Lu Qingzhou looked out the window at the clean streets and completely different architectural styles from home. If it wasn't for Feng Ziyan, she probably would never have had the chance to go abroad in her life.

The car only stopped after an hour or so. Lu Qingzhou thought that she was going to be arranged to live in a hotel. It was only after she got off the car that she realized it was a private house, and a rather luxurious villa at that. The villa's door opened and a well-dressed butler dressed in a pure European style walked out. He even smiled at Lu Qingzhou and said in a standard Chinese accent that was not inferior to the one in Beijing, "Madam, hello!

Just as Lu Qingzhou was in a daze, the assistant stuffed the car keys into his hands.

"This is the car Boss Feng gave you, as well as my phone number and the housekeeper's number. If you have any matters, you can call us right away."

Lu QingZhou looked at the golden BMW in front of her. The last time he gave it to her, she had quite a hand driving it, but she did not even dare to touch this car. Just by looking at the color and style, one could tell that the construction cost was not high. The place she was unfamiliar with and the direction of the driver's seat were also different from home. The way she held the key made her hands tremble.

"Tzu, where's Mr Feng?"

Lu Qingzhou suddenly remembered Feng Ziyan's warning to her. The assistant's eyes flashed with a trace of surprise, but it quickly disappeared.

"Mr Feng has something to do. Mrs Feng, is there anything else you need?"

Lu Qingzhou's heart suddenly skipped a beat. Madam Feng, the assistant was the first person to call her Madam Feng. She had been married to Feng Ziyan for such a long time, but no one had ever called her that before. The assistant replied with too much praise. When Lu Qingzhou was called 'Madam Feng' by him, he lost all his soul. He did not even realize that he had actually said nothing at all.

Lu Qingzhou followed the butler who carried the luggage into the villa. After entering the villa, she discovered that it was not just the housekeeper alone, there were also quite a few servants dressed as servants. Moreover, other than the butler, everyone else was Oriental.

"Madam, your room is upstairs. Please follow me."

The butler led her upstairs. Lu Qingzhou pushed open the door and felt that everything was very familiar. Because the furnishings in the room were exactly the same as the furnishings they had in the country, she felt as if she had returned home.

Feng Ziyan got off the plane and went straight to the set. Director Guo was so excited that he almost cried when he saw her face. He had been looking forward to seeing Feng Ziyan in London for the better part of a year. He had finally come, but for some reason, he still didn't want to film. If he didn't come now, he would die for sure.

"You can start now."

Feng Ziyan waited until the makeup artist finished helping him with his makeup before neatly walking up to the camera. Director Guo's eyes lit up as he repeatedly shouted for the departments to prepare. The last scene was filmed two hours later and was successfully completed. When Director Guo said "OK", he began to sweat profusely.

"Zi Yan, thank you so much for this time. I hope we can continue working together."

After Director Guo finished filming, he beat the crap out of her and had someone hand her a script. Feng Ziyan took the water from the studio staff and unscrewed the lid, then took a sip of the script. "Director Guo, let's talk about the movie later."

He threw down the half-drunk water and left the set, leaving Director Guo to shout out in a breathless voice, "Ziyan, remember to be here for the new movie. You're the male lead."

Director Guo's words were thrown far away by the car door closing. Feng Ziyan's heart was no longer in it. He drove straight to his London villa, but when he reached the door, he did not press the remote control switch on the door. Finally, after two laps around the apartment, he drove away.

He had eaten nothing but water since last night. He originally wanted to drive back to the villa to eat, but his heart felt like it was blocked by a stone. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get happy. He made a long detour to 110 Whitfield Street, and when the chef brought up a plate of delicate but very heavy dishes, he suddenly lost all taste.

He remembered that no matter where he went, he would always try out the local delicacies. Previously, he felt that this was a reward for working hard for himself, so he would try his best to satisfy his appetite and curiosity whenever he went to shoot a movie. Because Director Guo's movie was made in London, he was in London for most of the first half of this year.

He would buy a villa more than half a year away from where he was. Every villa's decorations were similar to the villa that he and Lu Qingzhou lived in. Even without her, he felt as if he was at home.

"Mr. Feng, what's wrong?" Is it that bad? "

When the restaurant owner saw that Feng Ziyan did not move, he could not help but come over and ask. Feng Ziyan put down the knife and fork in her hand and wiped the corners of her mouth with a cloth.

"Director Feng?"

A sharp female voice made Feng Ziyan's cold face even more tense. The owner of the restaurant saw a woman with heavy makeup sitting opposite her and left tactfully. Shao Yu Lu took out a tip from her bag and passed it to the boss, saying in fluent English, "I want a dish like his."

Feng Ziyan pushed away the wooden chair, and got up to leave. The look of pleasant surprise on Shao Yu Lu's face immediately disappeared.

"Director Feng, it's rare for us to meet. No matter what, I'm still a first-rate celebrity in your company. Could it be that I'm not even willing to show you my face even after eating a meal?"