Yu Wenhuai also saw it: "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Let's go."

However, when his car arrived at the door, he couldn't walk with him.

"Sir, you can't go in without a pass." The guard stopped Yu Wenhuai's car, "Please go back."

Yu Wenhuai's face turned pale: "Didn't my dad contact you?"

"I don't know if Mr. Yu has contacted us." The guard smiled politely and distantly, "But the higher-ups didn't let your car in."

"Then how could they get in?" Yu Wenhuai was furious, "I'm here to do business. Can filming be compared to my business?"

The guard turned a deaf ear: "Sir, please leave within thirty seconds, otherwise you will be arrested for obstructing the safety of Beizhou residents."

Yu Wenhuai was so angry that his brain ached, but he had no choice but to ask the driver to drive away.

The special assistant only recovered from the shock and lowered his voice: "Sir, it seems that Miss Si actually knows someone from the border area!"

Otherwise, how could we get in so smoothly?

Yu Wenhuai was still angry: "We know each other, what's wrong?"

"It shows that she has a wide network of contacts." The special assistant said excitedly, "We should make more friends."

Yu Wenhuai's eyes flashed: "Yes, we must make friends."

As long as we can establish a good relationship with Si Fuqing, the future of the Yu family will be smoother.

Yu Wenhuai knew something in his mind: "Don't tell the old man about this yet, wait until I succeed."

The special assistant nodded and responded one by one.

**

The car traveled dozens of kilometers after entering Yanmen.

The weather suddenly became bad and the temperature plummeted.

It was also the first time for the guide to see such a landscape and landform, and he couldn't help but marvel: "This is actually an ancient battlefield from the past."

Now that the road has been built, it is difficult for cars to drive. It is hard to imagine how the Jiang family could hold on to this place during the Great Xia Dynasty.

Soon, the car arrived in front of the group of wooden houses.

"Miss Si." Shen Ying stood in front of the wooden house in the center, "This way."

Si Fuqing got out of the car and entered the house with Director Lu and the screenwriter.

The photography team was also arranged in another wooden house.

Electricity resources are scarce here, and a fire is burning in the fireplace inside the house.

As soon as Si Fuqing came in, she was wrapped in a coat.

"It's cold here." Yu Xiheng's voice came from above her head, "There are always storms, so wear clothes."

He reached out again and fastened the straps and buttons on her clothes for her.

Si Fuqing raised his hands and said, "It's time to make zongzi."

"Yeah." Yu Xiheng raised her eyebrows, "You can boil it in water."

Here, Feng San and Xishang handed two down coats to Director Lu and the screenwriter who were shivering from the cold, and brought them stomach-warming tea.

"You two, don't go deep into the north." Feng San said, "If you want to travel, you must ask us to follow you."

Director Lu drank a cup of tea and felt warmer: "I'm sure, thank you."

However, his thoughts came to a standstill when he saw Yu Xiheng putting on Si Fuqing's coat.

Director Lu knew that the Beizhou border was strictly guarded and even the Yu family's car was blocked from the outside, but Si Fuqing brought them all in with just one phone call.

The road guide looked at the girl with a bit of awe.

After he and the screenwriter greeted Yu Xiheng, they followed Feng San away with a wink.

"Here, my aunt made it." Si Fuqing put down the lunch box, "Eat it boldly, I won't poison you."

Yu Xiheng picked up the chopsticks, placed the lunch box in the middle, and said in a light voice, "Okay, let's go together."

"You eat." Si Fuqing took a cup, "I've eaten. Just drink some hot tea."

**

This side of Anseong.

Beizhou No. 1 Middle School has given holidays to senior high school students, leaving them with enough personal review time.

Nian Yi'an was sorting out his wrong questions in the bar.

Next to him, Tsukimi was mixing drinks.

The bar was originally closed at this time, so Tsukimi and the bartender knew each other and had special privileges.

Suddenly, her hand paused, she closed her eyes and then opened them again.

Two little ants.

One grade A and one grade B.

Yue Jian looked at his hands and suddenly started to have trouble.

Which hand is better for her to use?

Good morning~

I went to catch a plane and qwq still updates on time Qingqing
Chapter completed!