After the rebirth became popular in the entertainment circle, the scumbags regretted it

Chapter 555 Nothing could be better

Author: Ji Shuo

Chapter 555 Nothing could be better

After the meal, Mingdai sat on the bamboo chair in the corridor, smacking her lips and reminiscing.

After eating the famous vegetarian food at Feiyun Temple, Mingdai realized that vegetarian food could have such a good taste.

Fortunately, in her imagination, Su Zhai was bland and tasteless, but now she was completely overturned by the craftsmanship of Master Su Zhai of Feiyun Temple.

If the fat-reduction meals during filming were of this level, then she could...

Mingdai, who was constantly thinking about things, held her chin with one hand, squinting her eyes comfortably due to the feeling of fullness brought by the delicious food, and said casually:

"You like coming to Feiyun Temple, is it because the food here is so delicious?"

"Well, you saw it."

He Mu replied seriously.

Then he circled Mingdai's wrist.

Ming Dai looked down, didn't care, and let him go.

He grunted twice like a satiated cat, and soon fell asleep, his voice unclear:

"I knew it."

After breakfast, I went out to Feiyun Temple. First I had a chat with the old abbot and had tea, and then I hiked in the mountains for several hours. There was no time to rest during the whole process. Now it is completely normal to feel sleepy after eating.

"Are you tired? Let's take a nap."

He Mu's voice is like a soothing breeze.

Mingdai hummed twice, her eyelids quickly lowered heavily.

When she fell into a trance, she felt something cold and heavy on her wrist, as if He Mu had put something in her hand, and she struggled to open her eyes to see.

As expected, He Mu patted her head at the right time, causing her to fall into a sweet dream again before she could struggle.

When I woke up again, it was already half an hour later.

Ming Dai vaguely remembered something that seemed to have happened before she went to bed, but she couldn't remember it.

He raised his hand to scratch his face and saw the heavy beads on his wrist.

Can a total of 108 solid small-leaf red sandalwood beads not sink?

But why does this string of Buddhist beads look so similar to the abbot’s Buddhist beads?

Mingdai was puzzled.

Just then, Mu and I walked in from outside the yard.

"Awake? I asked the master for some wild tea. I used the cold brew method to remove the astringency and add a little sweetness. You can try it."

He Mu was holding a glass teacup in his hand.

Ming Dai raised her wrist towards him: "What is this?"

"Buddha beads." He Mu replied nonchalantly, "A gift from Master Abbot."

"Did you give it to me?" Ming Dai scratched her head in confusion.

"...I gave it to you."

Now Mingdai understood.

Master Abbot gave it to He Mu, and He Mu then gave it to her.

She was about to take off the beads in a hurry: "How can I get the gift the abbot gave you?"

He Mu, who came closer, suppressed her movements and put the slightly cold glass tea cup into her hand.

"What's mine is yours."

His tone was firm and calm.

Ming Dai blurted out after hearing this:

"Then you'll suffer a lot!"

After saying that, Mingdai herself was stunned for a moment.

Then Hou and Mu also laughed.

"How can you hate yourself for having too much?"

Ming Dai muttered, but couldn't find the words to refute.

In desperation, I took a sip of cold brewed wild tea first.

Indeed, as He Mu said, compared to the hot tea she tasted in the morning, this cold-brewed tea was sweeter and more delicious, which was in line with her preference, and she couldn't help but drink it several times in a row.

During this interruption, Master Abbot walked out of the courtyard, apparently to say goodbye to Ming Dai and Mu.

They originally planned to go back after eating vegetarian food at Feiyun Temple, but because Mingdai was sleepy, they were delayed for half an hour.

As the "chief culprit" of delaying time, Mingdai looked shy and touched her nose uncomfortably.

Although it was not her intention, this action caused the Buddha beads on her wrist to be exposed.

Master Abbot saw it at a glance.

Then he smiled softly: "This prayer bead suits you very well."

Mingdai felt relieved when she saw this. Previously, she was worried that the abbot master would mistakenly think that He Mu did not pay attention to his gift because of He Mu's behavior of gifting the beads to her.

Now it seems that the abbot master not only did not express any objection, but also praised the effect of Mingdai wearing the bracelet, as if he was a pure tool of praise, rather than the original owner of the beads.

Ming Dai looked at the other party with admiration: He is indeed a master! He is indeed open-minded!

The old god He Mu was on the side, and his reaction to Master Abbot was as expected: It seems that he was right, the abbot gave these beads to Mingdai just by borrowing his hand. Mingdai is the one who is responsible for this string of beads.

of true destiny.

But no one said anything.

After saying goodbye to the abbot, Mingdai and Mu walked out of the back door of the temple, got in the car and left, returning to the villa.

For the next day and a half, neither of them went out again.

He Mu is very busy. He still can't have a good vacation while staying at the vacation villa. There are endless official matters waiting for him.

Through a door, Mingdai could hear him having an international video conference with others. In just a few hours, more than five languages ​​were switched. The only ones Mingdai could distinguish were English, French, German, and two other languages.

Even she didn’t know which country the language belonged to.

...the pain of being a scumbag.

Although Ming Dai is a talented actor in the eyes of many people, her college entrance examination score can even improve to 500 points in just one year, which is already considered smart.

But compared to a god like He Mu, he can only be regarded as a scumbag.

Fortunately, Mingdai knew this very clearly, so she didn't feel frustrated at all. She sighed twice at Hemu's super language skills and wandered around in the study room of the villa.

It seems that bookshelves are indispensable in every residence of He Mu. Even the vacation villa in Zhuquan Mountain that he only visits twice a year has a wall-high bookshelf filled with books.

I heard from the housekeeper, Uncle Meng, that the books here are all relatively common. Those collection-level books are kept in the old Yanjing house, and there are dedicated people who take care of them on a regular basis.

Ming Dai was bored and picked a psychology book from the bookshelf. The author's description was easy to understand and the threshold was not high. Even Ming Dai, a psychology layman, could quickly get into the book and read it with gusto.

Where He Mu's place is busy and tense in seconds, Mingdai's place across the door is slow, leisurely and comfortable.

Mingdai was lying on a dark green chaise longue, her raised calves swaying slightly, her skirt swinging like flowing clouds, and a thin blanket placed on her legs.

Not far away, in addition to the tall bookshelf that smells like ink, there is also a stone fireplace next to it. Although there is no need to burn the fireplace this season, and the firewood inside is for visual effect, but it doesn't matter, as long as the atmosphere is there.

Ming Dai feels that it is very atmospheric now. Even if she does not step out, her life is still leisurely and comfortable.

And when Ming Dai was happily reading a book with her feet up.

Through the ajar door, He Mu could see Ming Dai's dangling snow-white legs as soon as he raised his eyes.

He smiled lightly and also felt extremely satisfied. This time couldn't be better.

It's a pity that time flies by so fast.

(End of chapter)