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The next day.

At around 10 o'clock in the morning, Xiangyi received a call from his agent Anan.

He asked nervously: "Good, have you gotten up?"

Xiangyi, who had been angry when she woke up, would get very angry. If she accidentally disturbed her, she would be scolded to death.

Xiangyi opened the hands-free one, placed his phone on the flower stand, and used gardening scissors to repair a few small daisies that had broken into pieces.

"Hmm? What's wrong?" Her biological clock was very accurate. No matter where she was, she would get up on time at 7 o'clock unless it rained and snowed.

Anan breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a pleasing tone: "Good, do you want to consider the last variety show? After all, you have no other notice, you are idle too..."

Xiangyi thought for a while: "Come to my house, let's have a face-to-face discussion, and I'll send you the address."

After hanging up the phone, Anan was still a little puzzled. Didn’t Xiangyi live in the apartment rented by the company? Could it be that he moved?

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One hour later.

Anan looked at the magnificent black iron gate, his eyes widened.

There is a Roman-style fountain and garden in front of the villa with European style... Oh no, it should be called a manor, with flowers everywhere. The roses bloom best in the late spring season. I glanced at it and there were at least dozens of varieties, shrubs, and vine-creeping species.

In the future, there is an endless spread of vegetable fields.

Going further apart, there seems to be a farm.

The door opened automatically, and Xiang Yi, who was wearing a white cotton skirt and a light-colored straw hat, waved at him, carrying a hand-woven rattan basket with freshly picked fruits and vegetables.

Anan was worried and ran to Xiangyi and looked at her with his eyes: "Good, are you locked up here? Just as the novel says, the domineering president locked you up here, and he was not allowed to go anywhere, he could only be his golden-slim little bird..."

Xiang Yi's eyebrows and eyes were bent: "Don't worry, our country has a complete set of criminal laws. This is the house my mother left for me, and no one restricts my personal freedom."

Anan then breathed a sigh of relief and said curiously: "Why are there so many vegetable fields? The terrain here does not look like arable land."

He had heard of his suitable family background and heard that he was a wealthy family, so he was not too surprised.

"Oh, it was originally a golf course, but it was later renovated."

Anan:????

He thought in a daze, is the life of rich people so simple and down-to-earth?

"It's time to eat rice, and a small pot of rice was left yesterday. Can I eat fried rice with eggs?" Xiangyi asked with his head tilted.

Anan: "Ah? Do you have a nanny at home? I can't cook..."

He subconsciously thought that Xiangyi would not be able to do it either.

"I can."

"...Be good, so awesome, it's so great!" Anan praised against his conscience. As a Rainbow Fat King agent, bragging about his own artist is a professional cultivation.

"Oh, you haven't shown your face for a long time, why don't you start a live broadcast and cook."

Dark cuisine is just dark cuisine, just like black and red, it is also red.
Chapter completed!