Love is deep but fate is shallow, this beautiful wife has waited for a thousand years

Soon, Mu Xiaoqiao denied this conclusion. It couldn't be a dream. Apart from anything else, she was actually reborn. So she absolutely believed in metaphysics now. Besides, how to explain the Dragon Picture?

The Dragon Soaring Diagram was guarded by the Mu family for generations, and in her previous life, she already knew the secret of the Dragon Soaring Diagram, which was to bring the dead back to life, but she never knew how to bring the dead back to life? Could it be that the reason why she was able to live well now was because of the Dragon Soaring Diagram?

There are too many mysteries. Until now, Mu Xiaoqiao still hasn't figured out why she traveled through time to her past life and why she came back. And there is also the thousand-year love that Doctor Jing mentioned. There are so many coincidences. It is impossible that all of them are coincidences. It can only mean that this must not be a dream. Besides, there really was a Great Jin Dynasty in history.

"Mu Xiaoqiao, what are you thinking about? You look absent-minded." Mu Xiaoqiao's thoughts were interrupted by a gentle voice. She looked up and saw Ling Xiao handing her a cup of coffee and standing in front of her.

"Thank you." Mu Xiaoqiao took the coffee, took a sip, and it was the taste she liked.

Ling Xiao sat down next to her, "You are a good actor."

"Why do you say that?" Mu Xiaoqiao smiled, "We have only been working together for two days."

"But in the past two days, you have shortened the filming time by half." Ling Xiao also laughed, "I originally thought that acting with a newcomer would be very slow, but you didn't make a single NG."

"Shouldn't this be the most basic professional quality of an actor?"

Ling Xiao laughed, "You're right, you bought a day off for everyone, should I treat you to a meal?"

"What you said seems to make sense." Mu Xiaoqiao did not refuse, "But it may take some time."

"Then it's a deal."

"Okay." Mu Xiaoqiao was thinking of Lu Qiong. She had not given up her desire to be a matchmaker.

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Ningnan City.

The film festival was held with great fanfare. Ruan Haoyu and Yu Zihan walked the red carpet together under the arrangement of the organizers, which could be regarded as an advance promotion for the upcoming filming of "Legal Rose".

The combination of handsome men and beautiful women was indeed eye-catching. They caused a huge sensation as soon as they appeared on stage, and the screams of fans could be heard from far away.

Yu Zihan wore a black fishtail dress, which made her figure look even slimmer. Standing together with Ruan Haoyu, who wore a black haute couture suit, they looked like a match made in heaven. Someone at the scene took the lead and shouted, "Be together," and the fans followed suit.

Yu Zihan held Ruan Haoyu's arm, with a proper smile on her face, and said in a barely audible voice: "It seems that the fans really want us to be together."

"What does it have to do with me? This is my private life and no one can interfere." Ruan Haoyu still looked cold and everything was handled in a businesslike manner.

"Look at you, it's just a joke, no need to be so serious." Yu Zihan smiled even sweeter and stepped forward to take the pen handed to him by the host for his signature.

Ruan Haoyu also signed his autograph. The two took a photo together and accepted a brief interview from the host, with Yu Zihan basically doing all the talking.

At tonight's film festival, Ruan Haoyu unsurprisingly once again won the honor of Person of the Year, and national first-class director Jiang Wenbo presented him with the trophy.

Yu Zihan won the title of the most influential female artist.

After the event, the organizers hosted a banquet for well-known directors and actors, and Ruan Haoyu and Yu Zihan were naturally among those invited.

Ruan Haoyu originally didn't want to attend, as he hated this kind of hypocritical occasions the most. However, Li Wei coerced and bribed him into attending. Just kidding, they were all upper echelons of the entertainment industry, and as a gold medal agent, how could Li Wei let his own artists miss such a good opportunity?

Although this artist is still his boss.

Ruan Haoyu had no choice but to attend the banquet. They drank and toasted each other. When the banquet ended, it was almost dawn.

airport.

Mu Xiaoqiao wrapped his windbreaker tightly around him. The temperature in Ningnan was still not as high as that in Binjiang. It was so cold in the middle of the night. He pulled up the collar of his sweater and waved to stop a taxi.

Julie originally wanted to accompany her, but she refused. She just came here on a whim and would go back tomorrow. There was no need to waste money on another plane ticket, as she was already heavily in debt.

"Master, let's go to Jiahao International Hotel."

The taxi sped into the night. Looking at the neon lights whizzing past the window, Mu Xiaoqiao couldn't help thinking that if there had been cars in ancient times, the Prince of Nanrong would not have died like that. A pair of lovers, separated by life and death, so what if they were buried together? After all, it would be better to be happy together while alive.

In the car, Mu Xiaoqiao called Ruan Haoyu. She didn't tell him before coming because she didn't know how to explain why she suddenly came to see him. Was she worried about him? Or did she miss him? It seemed that she couldn't say it, but now she was here, she had to fight him. Who cares? She would talk about it when she met him.

It was the first time that Mu Xiaoqiao took the initiative to call Ruan Haoyu, but it seemed that her luck was quite bad as no one answered.

Fell asleep?

Mu Xiaoqiao looked at the time. It was two o'clock in the morning. It was indeed a bit late. He called again, but still no one answered.

Is he so dead in his sleep?

In desperation, Mu Xiaoqiao called Li Wei. This time he answered the phone quite quickly, but he was obviously woken up by the noise and had a strong nasal tone.

When he heard that it was Mu Xiaoqiao, Li Wei's anger for being woken up just after falling asleep finally subsided. He told Mu Xiaoqiao that Ruan Haoyu had drunk too much at the banquet that night and he had just sent him back to his room to sleep, and told Mu Xiaoqiao the room number and password.

Arriving at the hotel, Mu Xiaoqiao hesitated again. Should she get another room? She checked the time again. It was almost three o'clock. Forget it. It wasn't long before dawn anyway. She wouldn't waste the money. Since Ruan Haoyu was drunk, it would be okay for her to sleep on the sofa in his luxury suite.

Thinking of this, Mu Xiaoqiao went straight to the top floor and arrived at Ruan Haoyu's room.

Mu Xiaoqiao wondered if she had inherited the ancient Mu Xiaoqiao's lightness skill. How could she enter the room so silently? She was secretly happy and didn't think it was because the hotel carpet was thick.

I pushed open the bedroom door quietly, and in the dim light, I saw the person lying motionless on the bed, sleeping very soundly.

A faint smell of alcohol drifted in the room. Mu Xiaoqiao frowned, gently opened the window, walked to the bed, and looked at the man in front of her in the moonlight.

He was very quiet at the moment. Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, his face was particularly red, and his long eyelashes were trembling slightly, as if he was not sleeping well. His thin lips were tightly pursed. As if possessed by a ghost, Mu Xiaoqiao bent down unconsciously and pecked his thin lips lightly.