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After rejecting Su Jiawang, I continued to follow the Mr. Dong. After walking for a dozen meters, I gradually distanced myself from the noise and noise.

Hidden within the emerald bamboo forest, it reminded me of the villa beside the Sujiang, as well as my big brother Demoux and Gao Kan.

My heart was beating so hard that I was afraid of how I would explain it to him.

Fortunately, the Mr. Dong was a political power, and according to Gao Ziyu, the people he hated the most were the people from the entertainment circle. Amongst the guests today, other than Long Jihong, Han Youya, no one else was a reporter from the entertainment circle.

The stone road is a little uneven, I walked absent-mindedly, did not take care of the road, almost fell down.

"Be careful!" The Mr. Dong held my arm.

"I'm sorry." I withdrew my hand.

He asked me unexpectedly, "Why, are you afraid? "Like that little boy of yours, worried about me, this old man, plotting against you."

I immediately said, "No."

"Really?"

I hesitated for more than ten seconds. "Right."

"Hehe," he laughed, praising me, "Little girl, you've really grown up and your courage is commendable. I remember that when you saw me in the past, you were so scared that you didn't even dare to lift your head.

He acted innocent: "At that time, I was young and did not understand, so when I heard that Mr. Dong was not a good person, I was afraid. But now that I think about it, the words of the people outside were really extremely funny, Mr. Dong, you have a clear and bright life, how could you be someone with sleeves flowing with wind, how could you be someone they speak of?"

He took a few steps forward and stopped in front of the wooden staircase that led to the attic. He suddenly sighed and said, "You don't have to be afraid of me, it's just that someone wants to see you. That's why I thought of an excuse to invite you to my house.

I blurted out, "Who's that?"

Mr. Dong said, "I'm just an old friend of mine, don't be afraid. I won't hurt you."

Suddenly, I remembered that he brought me here a long time ago. It was just that I was scared and ran away.

When the Mr. Dong saw that my feet did not move, he asked, "What, you don't dare to go?"

I said, "You brought me here."

"Yes, I'm sorry, but you still remember, but you didn't want to come back to my house, so I didn't force you …." The Mr. Dong seemed to be lost in his memories, and only after pausing for a dozen or so seconds did he shake his head in frustration and say: "That person's temper is a little strange, but his heart is extremely good, and he also really wants to see you. "Go on, I'll go back to the front hall, so as not to be suspected and dishonorable."

"Wait a minute, I have something I want to ask Mr. Dong." Hearing Mr. Dong's words, I finally calmed down. So he only wanted to take me to see his old friend, and wasn't scheming anything against me.

Mr. Dong asked, "What about that TV show you filmed?"

"You know all about it?"

"Long Jihong had already mentioned this to me earlier. If it wasn't for you, these two would have already been chased out by me. I have never interacted with people from your circle.

I hurriedly apologized, "Sorry, I was rude."

"Forget it, is that TV show really that interested in you?"

I honestly said, "Yes, it was my first TV series since I entered the industry. I had to put in more than six months of hard work."

"I asked. He got stuck at senior Chen's place. Find a chance. I'll have a talk with him. Go ahead."

"Alright!"

A few lamps were lit beside the attic. They were ancient and gave off a gloomy feeling.

Qian Yang told me before that the Mr. Dong has a strange pavilion, and there were ghosts and things that went on inside, so it should be here.

I don't believe in ghosts and gods, but I was curious to see how you still want to see me, after seeing me a few years ago.

The attic was very beautiful, and on both sides of the stairs, there were all kinds of carefully cultivated flowers. The arrangement was very elegant, and although it was a hundred flowers in full bloom, it was not vulgar. The night wind blew by, filling the air with a fragrant and warm fragrance.

The initial fear was washed away by the scent of the flowers, and I hastened back to the attic.

At the corner of the stairs, two people in white nurse's uniforms could be seen bustling in and out, carrying pots.

Seeing me, one of them respectfully called out "Miss Eyre" and passed me a set of white clothes. "This suit has been detoxified, please wear it."

"Alright." I did as I was told, put it on, put on a mask, washed my hands with disinfectant, and entered a room with elegant, yellowish fittings everywhere.

Crossing the living room, the nurse led me to the bedroom on the right. She knocked on the door and a middle-aged woman's voice said, "Come in."

Somehow, I thought her voice was familiar, as if I'd heard it somewhere before.

Seeing her face, he felt even more familiar.

The ta that Mr. Dong spoke of was not a ghost, but was the beautiful middle-aged lady. She looked very beautiful, but she did not intentionally maintain her appearance.

In a flash, I think of a very fragrant word, Jinwangzhuixiaojiao.

The woman leaned against the window, rested her elbows on the windowsill, rested her chin on her hands, and looked out.

When he saw me enter, he turned his head and looked at me for a few seconds before turning his gaze towards the night sky.

I waited not far from her for a full minute. Seeing that she was silent, I could only open my mouth, "Mr. Dong said that he wanted to see me. May I ask what's the matter?"

She then turned around and said in a very soft voice, "You're not afraid of me anymore."

Her words were too gentle, and somehow it made me feel close to her. My heart, which had been hanging in my throat, returned to its original position. Then, I curiously asked her, "Have I been afraid of you before?"

The middle-aged woman pointed to a certain place outside the window and said, "That's right. If you stand there, you won't be able to come up."

I looked in the direction she was pointing. It was the path that led to the entrance of the attic, and not far away, I could see the brilliant lights and the sounds of instruments in the back garden.

Compared to the silence here, it was like a completely different world. If one were to look off into the distance, it was very easy for one to have the illusion that one was looking down at all living things from a distance.

Sensing that the woman was looking at me, I said, "I must have been too young at the time."

She smiled and said, "She's still young. She's only 21 years old. She's still the same age as a little girl."

For some reason, the tone of her voice gave me the illusion that I was being comforted by my mother. I was obviously very unfamiliar with her, but I felt unusually warm and intimate. I couldn't help but ask, "Have we met before?"