Journey To the World of Film and Television

"Wafang, didn't you wake up for the night just now? Why are you still going?" Yan Furui felt in a daze that someone was pushing him, thinking it was the little apprentice beside him, squinting his eyes and forced himself to sit up, only to find that Wafang was already Falling asleep deeply, and beside the dim bedside lamp, stood a strange black figure.

As if a pot of cold water was being poured over his head, Yan Furui woke up instantly, covering his beating heart with one hand, and protecting the tile-roofed house with the other, he said in a trembling voice, "Who is it?"

snap~

The headlights above the head were turned on, and the 100-watt incandescent lamp dazzled Yan Furui for a moment. After blinking for a few times, he gradually adapted to the brightness of the room. He asked in surprise, "Mr. Zhou?"

Zhou Ji stood in front of the bed, glanced at the sleeping tile house, and said with a smile, "Your disciple? Why haven't you seen him these days?"

Yan Furui swallowed, and the corners of his mouth turned bitter, "The child is not sensible, and he has been entrusted to the neighbor to take care of him a few days ago, and he was sent back today."

Noticing Yan Furui's increasingly vigilant eyes, Zhou Ji shook his head and chuckled. He knew that in the hearts of Yan Furui and others, he had become a minion of the Han clan and a traitor of the human race, and he had no intention of explaining to Yan Furui.

Although descriptions such as 'claws' and 'hawks' are full of malicious speculation, they are far more practical and effective than 'good old man' in dealing with certain things.

After all, the reason why you dare to reject the good guy is because everyone knows that even if the nice guy is rejected, it will be fine, and the reason why you dare not reject the minions and eagle dogs is because if you refuse, you will suffer the consequences of angering the wicked.

"I'm bothering you late at night because I have two things to talk to you about." Zhou Ji raised his finger, and Yan Furui's palm protecting the brick house went numb for an instant, and his arms were also sore and weak, as if he couldn't even lift them up.

"What do you want to do!" Yan Furui stared at Zhou Ji and raised his finger again. This time, the air fluctuations visible to the naked eye passed slowly in front of his eyes and hit the shoulder socket of the tile house.

"I just clicked his sleeping point, so as not to disturb us when he wakes up halfway." Zhou Ji had a smile on his face, but Yan Furui's whole body was chilled by his gaze.

"The first thing." Zhou Ji took out two stacks of red tickets from his pocket, and said with a smile, "We stayed in Xingyun Pavilion temporarily a few days ago, and the money is considered our room fee."

20,000 yuan for seven days, how can such a dilapidated Xingyun Pavilion be worth such an expensive room fee?

Although Yan Furui loves petty gains, he also knows that the money must not be so easy to get.

In the middle of the night, he broke into a private house, first threatened with a small tile-roofed house, and then took out 20,000 yuan to lure him.

For a moment, Yan Furui's brain was running fast, thinking about what the other party was thinking.

'Could it be that Miss Shen's plan to kill Si Teng has been exposed? '

Yan Furui's face was cloudy and uncertain, and Zhou Ji was also a little puzzled.

'I was kicked out of the house by Si Teng in the middle of the night, thinking that I wouldn't be able to sleep anyway, so I asked you to pay the rent, and asked about something along the way. Why do you have the expression of imminent disaster? '

Zhou Ji slammed the two stacks of red notes together, and the crisp sound that broke the silence made Yan Furui tremble, showing an expression uglier than crying, "They ordered this matter, and I Nothing, I don't know anything."

"What are you talking about?" Zhou Ji threw a stack of red notes to Yan Furui, shook the other stack in his hand, and said impatiently: "I'll ask you to answer, as long as you tell the truth, this It's yours too."

The ink fragrance of the red banknotes rushed to his face, the feel of the banknotes and the weight of the whole stack made Yan Furui's heart jump suddenly.

Zhou Ji said in a low voice, "Have you seen Chen Yindeng?"

'Yes, the plan must have been exposed. ’ Yan Furui suddenly felt that the money in his hand was extremely hot, and hurriedly threw it back to Zhou Ji, shaking his head and saying, "They kick me out every time for a small meeting, I really don't know their plan?"

"Plan? What plan?" Zhou Ji was also taken aback when he heard the words, and frowned slightly when he thought of President Canghong's visit just now, "What the hell are Canghong and the others planning?"

Yan Furui was also a little dumbfounded by Zhou Ji's completely ignorant expression.

Yan Furui's heart skipped a beat, and he faintly felt that he had missed something, so he shrank back and asked weakly, "Isn't that what you want to ask?"

"I just want to ask if there are any moles on Chen Yindeng's face?" Zhou Ji frowned slightly, and didn't ask about the Xuanmen plan.

One is because he could see that Yan Furui really didn't know about this kind of thing, and if he was a hanger, he wouldn't take Yan Furui to play with him.

The second is because if you ask too much, you may startle the snake. At the same time, he also wanted to teach Si Teng a lesson, so as not to despise others in the future and cause even greater disasters.

"Ah?" Yan Furui's brain crashed, and he was worried and frightened for a long time, and the other party wanted to ask Chen Yindeng if there was a mole on his face?

"Yes or no?" Zhou Ji looked serious, not joking at all.

Only then did Yan Furui come to his senses, recalling the appearance of Shen Yindeng, he shook his head violently, "Nope"

"Really?" Zhou Ji pointed to the side of his face, and motioned, "Just in this position, a very small beauty mole."

Yan Furui was about to cry, "I'm really not as beautiful as Miss Shen, not to mention moles, she doesn't even have pimples."

"It seems to be so." Zhou Ji threw two stacks of red tickets into Yan Furui's arms, and said in a deep voice, "You must not tell others about my coming to see you tonight. It will be fine if you sleep until tomorrow morning, and it won't hurt your body."

As Zhou Ji said, he was about to jump out of the window, but Yan Furui stopped him as soon as he stepped on the window sill.

"Hero Zhou Zhou, can you order it for me too." Yan Furui smiled awkwardly, and tentatively said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep in the middle of the night after you make such a fuss, yes."

Before the words were finished, Zhou Ji pointed at Yan Furui's sleeping point from the air, turned over from the window, and disappeared into the night with a few leaps.

Back to the courtyard, it was more than two o'clock in the morning.

I thought Si Teng should be asleep too, but he didn't expect that the lights in the courtyard were still on, and on the wooden window on the second floor of the West Pavilion, a familiar figure leaned against the window rail, staring blankly at the depths of the night.

Zhou Ji didn't want to disturb Si Teng's thoughts, so he just glanced at him from a distance, didn't say hello, but quietly returned to the East Pavilion, and gently closed the window.

Maybe it was because of the sound of the wooden window closing, Si Teng's eyes shifted, and his cold eyes flicked across the closed window opposite, without the anger just now, and without the entanglement in front of the mirror.

With a flick of a fingertip, a slender vine stretched out from the second floor. The street lights in the courtyard that had been on for half the night gradually went out, and Si Teng also got up to close the window. Behind the two opposite wooden windows, one of them had slept for too long. , a sleepless night.

Thanks for the 100 coin reward of "I am a little match selling boys".

Thanks for the reward of 500 coins from the "mysterious brother who put poison in the middle of the night".

Thanks to Tianxieju for the reward of 1500 coins.