My Sister is the Female Team Leader

On the first day of the New Year, Pu Xiurong woke up to the sunshine outside. At the same time, the sound of Pei Xian's voice entered her ears. In a daze, she opened her eyes and saw the person standing in front of the window talking on the phone.

"Sorry, director, if you are free tomorrow, I will treat you to dinner."

"No, no, come to my studio tomorrow. I'll treat you to dinner. I just want to discuss movie promotion with you. By the way, the TV series has been finished."

On the other end of the phone was Kim Sung-hoon. Since Pei Xian already knew that S.M had no idea of ​​letting Park Soo-young take on the drama, there was no need to continue insisting. She was from S.M. In terms of right of choice, she had no choice. I had no choice but to take advantage of the New Year greetings today to tell him about this matter.

The audition opportunity he wanted to come over seemed unavailable.

Fortunately, Director Jin Chengxun didn't mind. He was more concerned about promoting the premiere and official release of the movie. He told Pei Xian the time on the phone and exchanged a few words.

After hanging up the phone, Pei Xian turned around and saw that Park Xiurong had woken up. He put down the phone and walked to the edge of the bed to sit down. "I woke you up. I'm sorry. Just keep sleeping."

It's just dawn. The sun at the beginning of the year is brighter than in winter. This year it seems that the beginning of the year is hotter than before. I don't know if it's because I'm used to it or because I wake up every time because of the sun. Park Xiurong sleeps peacefully, but When I woke up, I felt a little uncomfortable in my neck, and I turned my head to try to relieve the symptom.

“The sun is shining a little”

She answered Pei Xian's words in confusion, and the next second, she felt a warm and dry hand pressing on the back of her neck, massaging along the skin gently.

Pei Xian didn't continue talking, and quietly pressed her neck. He looked at the curtains in the bedroom out of the corner of his eye. It seemed that he was going to buy a few more layers of dark curtains to replace them.

After a moment of peace, Pu Xiurong fell into sleep again. This time, he turned over and turned his back to the window, so that he could catch up on his sleep and avoid the sun.

It wasn't until his breathing became steady that Pei Xian slowly took back his hand and didn't go anywhere. After turning his cell phone to silent, he sat quietly behind the desk in the bedroom, reading the script and writing notes. He just wrote and wrote, starting from the script. Line notes turned into plans to decorate the house.

"Wardrobe. Sofa dressing room. Snack room?"

After thinking about Pu Xiurong's preferences, he realized that several rooms in this house were empty. Originally, Pei Xian had no intention of tidying them up. Now that Pu Xiurong had already said that, he might as well really dress up those empty rooms. Like a normal family, at least somewhat popular.

Can the snack room be popular and show that people like to eat it?

That's okay. There are three or four refrigerators in this house. If you don't like to eat, it really doesn't make sense.

With this decision, Pei Xian packed up his wallet and mobile phone, casually put on a coat over his home clothes and went out to avoid being recognized. He specially brought a woolen hat and scarf to avoid being photographed with such an unattractive appearance. arrive.

From going out to the market to buy furniture, finalizing the selection and ordering the wallpaper, it took almost half a day.

After Park Xiurong got up, she happened to hear the noise of bumping and talking from downstairs. She didn't know what they were doing. After more than ten minutes, the sound reached the third floor. She heard the voice of a stranger, and she did not leave the room. .

"Mo, is there anyone here?"

Through the wall, she couldn't hear what the people outside were saying. She heard some movement in the next room and made a guess: "Renovating? It's really the first day of the new year to torment yourself."

Letting people outside to mess with her, she turned on the TV and listened to music freely in her room. After washing, she could no longer hear any noise outside, and Pei Xian opened the closed door.

"woke up?"

Pei Xian took a new pair of slippers and put them on the stall. He also held a few hangers in his hand. When he walked up to Pu Xiurong, he stretched out his hand to measure the width of her shoulders, which made her face full of confusion.

"What are you doing?" Pu Xiurong swatted his hand away speechlessly. "My shoulders are not wide, okay? You still need to measure them. Can you buy me some clothes?"

"yes"

"Huh?" Pei Xian's cheerful response made her look dumbfounded, and then asked, "Why are you buying me clothes? It's not like I don't have any."

"I bought a wardrobe for you next door. I'll give you this today. Just fill it up. If it's not enough, there's another cloakroom." Pei Xian smiled and put down the clothes hanger in his hand, took out his wallet, put it in her hand, and continued He said, "I don't shoot many movies, and I don't do many commercials. But fortunately, the company won't deduct any contract fees or remuneration. At least I make a lot of money, and I can spend it as I like."

After saying that, he reached out and took out a knitted jacket from the hanger and put it on her shoulders. He smiled and said, "Okay, it's time to get up. I made breakfast for you, even though it's noon now."

Seeing his actions and behavior, Pu Xiurong suddenly felt as if he had gotten a big deal. Apart from the initial feeling of warmth, he felt an inexplicable feeling of guilt later.

In fact, she wanted to say it was not necessary, but she was afraid that if she said it, it would make Pei Xian think too much. Every time she saw his face, she couldn't say anything to say no. Sometimes it was too good. It felt a little different to her.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll take the money and run away?"

"Before you run away, just give me back my ID card."

Pei Xian laughed and took her words as a joke. After pulling her out of the room, he asked her to check if she was satisfied with the new cloakroom.

Park Xiurong didn't expect that she would have such a big cloakroom here so quickly. The room is about the same size as the master bedroom. There are no less than six or seven large wardrobes in it. The colors of the wardrobes are all light and warm, and there are prints on them. It has a very cute pink love heart and a lot of prints. You can tell at a glance that it is a girl who uses it. He obviously likes the dark color.

Thinking about Pei Xian choosing such a girly wardrobe while looking at wardrobes in the mall, she felt that the visuals must be very funny.

"I have decorated the empty room on the left side of the entrance hall downstairs as a room for storing shoes. I also bought some shoes and put them in. You can put them as you like. I don't have many things," Pei Xian told her. He reached out and touched the back of his neck.

Today I went out wearing home clothes. It was a bit inconvenient to go to the mall, so I randomly picked a store and bought a new piece of clothing. I didn’t pay attention and bought a bargain. The label and material on the clothes were a little bit different.

Stinging.

The curtains in the room were opened, bright sunlight poured into the room, and soon it was filled with warmth. Pu Xiurong wanted to say something about adding a dark layer to the curtains here. When he turned around, he saw Pei Xian in the room. He pinched the back collar of his clothes as if to see where the trademark was.

"What's wrong?"

"This dress is uncomfortable to wear. I just bought it. It's a low-quality product and it just doesn't fit."

He already wanted to take off the clothes he just bought and throw them away.

"Then don't move. There's nothing wrong with the clothes, but they're of poor quality. It's not that they can't be worn." Pu Xiurong stopped him from taking off his clothes. After walking back to the bedroom for a while, he came back with a pair of scissors in his hand and asked Pei Xian to sit down. On the chair, just cut out the logo yourself.

"You can soak your clothes in cold water for a while, dry them in the sun and wear them again. Good clothes should not be wasted. Otherwise, be careful if someone scolds you for being a great actor who is unscrupulous and unethical." Park Soo-young smiled and pinched Pei Xian's face was sitting sideways on his lap, his hands went around his neck and he cut off the label of his clothes.

When she came across this trademark, she could already tell that the quality of the clothes was really poor, worse than their singing clothes.

"Don't move around, otherwise I'm afraid I'll cut your flesh."

"Okay~"

Pei Xian was naturally satisfied. He wrapped his arms loosely around her waist and leaned his head obediently on her shoulder. He could still smell a hint of the smell of just getting up. Without the smell of perfume mixed in, the smell was better than usual. Much lighter.

This prickly trademark was successfully cut off without leaving any threads or even small holes in the clothes.

"Awesome, the workmanship is so good."

"Usually when we get new clothes, even if we wear singing clothes, the label on the collar must be cut off, otherwise it will be very uncomfortable to wear. Unless the stylist made it himself, but we have to check it again when we take it back. There are some threads. It comes off easily, and I can also sew clothes.”

Park Xiurong put the scissors and the trademark on the cabinet. Seeing that Pei Xian didn't let go, he reached out and patted his back, "Okay."

Pei Xian still refused to let go, "There's no one else around, just hold me for a while longer."

"Are you a rice cake?"

"I'm prettier and bigger than rice cakes." Pei Xian hugged her tightly, raised his head and smiled brightly at others, his eyes full of reluctance, "I don't want to unless I get paid."

"What kind of reward do you want? I haven't eaten yet." Pu Xiurong didn't give him such a good look. Pei Xian softly said what he just said again, then he felt soft for a moment, held his face and left a mark on his lips, "Okay. Bar"

"No." Pei Xian tightened his arm strength again, hoping to get better rewards if he followed the clues. Nothing moved people more easily than a smile. What he was best at was how to please her with a smile.

This good thing to please didn't last long. The doorbell at the door interrupted them, breaking the sweet atmosphere like honey.

"Someone is coming." Park Xiurong glanced out the window. From the third floor, he could see the scene outside the door. A small truck with a sign of furniture delivery was parked at the door. He got off him with a smile. "You can solve it yourself. Anyway, it's all here." It’s something you bought yourself. As for me, I’m going to go shopping later without being polite.”

Pei Xian "."