Pampering

Xiang Yueming was choked by Cheng Zhan for the first time.

She spoke a few times around her mouth, but after all she couldn't hold out a word.

Cheng Zhan looked at her hesitating and stopped, and said casually: "What?"

Xiang Yueming was speechless, looking at him: "Then where are you going?"

Cheng Zhan said lightly: "Back to the company."

Xiang Yueming made a "Oh" sound, narrowed his eyes, and said faintly: "The trouble is Mr. Cheng, I will go to your company."

Cheng Zhan: "..."

He was angry with a smile.

Xiang Yueming didn't speak to him again, neither wanted nor wanted.

The smell lingering on him in the car made people feel comfortable.

Xiang Yueming's phone vibrated, it was Xiaoxi's call.

"Sister, haven't you come out of it yet?"

Xiang Yueming: "...No."

She said: "I got in the wrong car, I have left the set."

"Huh?" Xiaoxi was stunned: "Did you get on the wrong bus?"

Xiang Yueming was speechless: "Yes."

She thought for a while: "Today you are tired too, go home early and rest. I will be home later."

Xiaoxi thought and thought, but didn't worry too much.

To be honest, Shangcheng Zhan's car is safer than anyone's car.

She quickly agreed: "Okay, then I'll go back first. Sister, tell me when you get home."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Xiang Yueming still turned his head and looked out the window on his side.

In the evening, the road was congested, and the street lights on both sides of the street also lit up in turn, adding light to the night.

Xiang Yueming looked at the hurrying people, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Cheng Zhan occasionally put his eyes on her, but he didn't stay there soon.

He flipped through the file in his hand, very indifferent.

The two remained silent without much communication.

Suddenly, the car stopped.

Xiang Yueming turned his head and glanced at the gate of his own community.

She pursed her lower lip and looked at the driver: "Thank you."

The driver was a little helpless and looked at Cheng Zhan: "Cheng Zhan."

Cheng Zhan said "Um", watching Xiang Yueming's action: "Open the door."

The driver had no choice but to open it.

Xiang Yueming opened the door and stepped on the road, and she felt that she could breathe normally.

She looked back at Cheng Zhan, then paused and said, "Thank Mr. Cheng, let’s go now."

Cheng Zhan didn't lift his eyes.

Xiang Yueming didn't expect him to respond, and went straight into the community.

When the person disappeared from sight, Cheng Zhan raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows, and said in a low voice, "Back to the company."

He really wants to return to the company.

Today, I missed most of the day to go to the crew, and Cheng Zhan still had a lot of work to do.

He was about to withdraw his gaze, and inadvertently saw what was on the other side.

Cheng Zhan paused for a while, pulling the corners of his lips upwards.

He glanced at the phone next to him, wondering if she could hold back the call to himself.

Facts have proved that Xiang Yueming can bear it.

Xiang Yueming got out of the car with her mobile phone, and never felt that something was wrong.

Entering the fingerprint at the door of the house and opening the lock, she subconsciously touched the bag and the bag on her shoulder, only to realize later that she forgot to take the bag.

Xiang Yueming looked at her empty hand and knew where the bag was almost without thinking.

She looked at the mirror on one side for a while, looking at the phone without any news, and closed her eyes.

If it weren't for Cheng Zhan, how could she have left the bag! !

Xiang Yueming went into the bathroom and washed her face, so that she was a little awake.

She wondered whether or not this bag was needed.

The bag is not important, but the contents of the bag are important.

Identity|identity|certificates, etc., are fundamentally indispensable.

She patted her forehead, feeling that she must have been confused by Cheng Zhan, otherwise how could she have forgotten this.

-

That night, Xiang Yueming did not eat.

When Yu Yuan knew this, he laughed for a long time.

She looked at the angry person in front of the camera, raised her eyebrows and said, "Then what are you going to do?"

"Cold."

Xiang Yueming said: "I have only been in the city recently, and I don't really need those things."

Yu Yuan: "You can't ask Cheng Zhan to come back?"

Xiang Yueming was silent for a while: "I don't want to call him."

Yu Yuan couldn't laugh or cry: "You two seem to be irritable children, but they are separated. It's not that you are too old to stay together."

She reminded: "You are still an artist of his company."

Xiang Yueming looked at her faintly: "Don't remind me of this."

Yu Yuan was happy.

"I just want you to come back soon."

Xiang Yueming was quiet for a while and sighed: "I don't know if Cheng Zhan will bring the bag back to Mingyuan, I can actually ask Aunt Xu to send it to me."

Yu Yuan rolled her eyes to her.

She felt that Xiang Yueming was hopeless.

The two babbled a few words, and Yu Yuan looked at her: "How do you feel seeing Cheng Zhan today?"

Xiang Yueming paused for a while, but didn't hide much.

She whispered: "I don't know how to say it."

"Then just say it."

Xiang Yueming looked at her eyes and hugged her knees and said, "It's still that way to attract bees and butterflies."

She said: "By the way, I'm mad at Lin Youyuan."

"how?"

Xiang Yueming talked about the matter from beginning to end.

Yu Yuan was silent for a long while, looking at her: "Then why don't you say those words to Cheng Zhan?"

"Say what?"

"Say he likes you."

Xiang Yueming looked at her like a fool: "Why should I say this to Cheng Zhan?"

Yu Yuan pondered for a moment: "Because I think Cheng Zhan himself likes you."

Xiang Yueming: "Don't joke with me at night."

"I'm not kidding." Yu Yuan analyzed seriously: "Don't you feel it yourself?"

She said, "I'll change your food for you, and bring Dao Xu and Boyu over. Isn't that to support you?

Xiang Yueming was silent.

Bystander Yu Yuan Qing, she reminded: "Do you think that without Cheng Zhan, Director Xu would communicate with you so cordially? Even take the initiative to mention cooperation at the dinner table."

Xiang Yueming did not refute.

She knows, no.

If it weren't for Cheng Zhan, not even Director Xu, even Boyu might not have seen her.

Looking at her thoughtful appearance, Yu Yuan said in a low voice: "If you want me to say it, you just have a chance to talk."

She smiled and said: "There is still a fair chance to be together."

Xiang Yueming listened and retorted, "You think too much."

She and Cheng Zhan had too much difference.

Yu Yuan shrugged: "I won't tell you, I'm going to be busy."

"Ok."

"It's not that difficult to make a phone call."

Xiang Yueming nodded: "I see."

-

Xiang Yueming lay on the bed and played with her mobile phone, which was boring.

She clicked on Cheng Zhan's WeChat for a long while, but after all, nothing was sent.

After separating from Cheng Zhan, Xiang Yue didn't block him and delete him. She always felt unnecessary.

It’s good to stay in the list, but deleting and pulling black is deliberate.

Xiang Yueming tried her best to make herself look at Yun Danfeng lighter, she turned her phone, and opened her circle of friends.

At one o'clock, she saw the news of Assistant Ding who blocked the boss.

[Ding Shuhao Xi Yinyan said that Tie Huaiyun said to work overtime until twelve o'clock. Smile.jpg. 】

There is Xiaoxi's message below.

Xiaoxi: ...Zong Cheng still has this hobby? Assistant Ding has eaten yet.

Ding Hao-kui and Xi Ning Si talked about the trade fair

For some reason, Xiang Yueming wanted to laugh a little while watching the conversation between the two.

It was ridiculous for a while, but I couldn't laugh again.

She sat up on the bed, poking her phone on her knees.

Just thinking, the phone vibrated, it was a message from Cheng Zhan.

Cheng Zhan: [No more bags? 】

Xiang Yueming pursed her lower lip: [No more. 】

Cheng Zhan: [? 】

Xiang Yueming: [If you want the contents, the bag can be given to you. 】

Cheng Zhan feels that if he talks with Xiang Yueming, one day she will be out of a heart attack.

He paused and called her directly.

"When do you want it?"

Xiang Yueming thought about his overtime work tonight, and whispered: "If I have time tomorrow, I will go to Mingyuan to get it."

"I won't return to Mingyuan."

Xiang Yueming was startled slightly and suddenly understood.

"When will you be free, I will let Xiaoxi go over and take it."

"Who do you want to take?"

Xiang Yueming: "...Xiaoxi, can't it?"

Cheng Zhan sneered: "Okay."

He directly held up the phone.

Xiang Yueming looked at the hung up phone for a while, and lay down on her knees.

She rubbed her head on the pillow, suddenly feeling unspeakably sad.

-

The next morning, Xiang Yueming went to Chenxing.

She has an appointment with Yan Qiuzhi and wants to teach her to dance.

After Xiang Yueming stretched for a while, Yan Qiuzhi came.

"Why did you come so early?"

Xiang Yueming nodded, and said softly: "If you can't sleep, you will come here early."

Yan Qiuzhi stared at her for a long while, pointed to the dark circles under her eyes, and asked curiously, "Is you insomnia?"

"Ok."

Yan Qiuzhi stared at her for a long while, guessing that it was related to feelings.

She curled her lips and smiled, and said softly: "In a bad mood?"

"general."

She had a dream all night, half awake.

I don't know why, but I told myself to let it go and be free and easy, otherwise it would be more sad in the future. But when Cheng Zhan said that she could not return to Mingyuan, she was still sad all night.

She knows that Cheng Zhan lives in many places, and he never lacks a house.

Before Xiang Yueming, she knew that Cheng Zhan had been living in a high-end apartment. The distance is very close, convenient for him to go to work.

But later, the two lived in Mingyuan, and he basically would not go there again.

As for now, Xiang Yueming didn't know if he was hiding in the golden house again. Although she felt that Cheng Zhan would not be enough, but what if.

It's easy for women to think more.

Can't blame her.

Yan Qiu's eyes rolled and asked in a low voice, "It's about feelings?"

Xiang Yueming looked at her and pursed her lower lip: "Sure."

Yan Qiuzhi patted her on the shoulder and said with a smile: "If you have any questions, you can ask me about feelings. Anyway, I am also a person here."

Xiang Yueming nodded: "Okay."

She smiled and promised: "Go change clothes first, I'll teach you."

"Yes, just learn a dance. I will show him a dance next time Chen Lunan's birthday."

"..."

Xiang Yueming is more patient than ordinary people, and is willing to teach Yan Qiuzhi.

Yan Qiuzhi studied seriously, she also danced, but it was too long, and she was not as professional as Xiang Yueming.

The two practiced in the dance studio for two hours, and only stopped when they were tired.

"Tired?"

Xiang Yueming handed her the mineral water.

Yan Qiuzhi nodded, panting and said, "I want to lie down and sleep now."

Xiang Yueming smiled.

Yan Qiuzhi looked at her: "Are you in a better mood?"

"It's much better." Xiang Yueming was startled slightly, and said softly, "Thank you Sister Yan Yan."

Yan Qiuzhi smiled and said softly, "If you are not happy yet, I can tell you something about your boss."

"what?"

Xiang Yueming was stunned, only then did he realize who his boss was.

She lowered her eyes and sipped her saliva, curiosity rose: "What's the embarrassment?"

Yan Qiuzhi raised his eyebrows, deliberately suppressing his voice and said, "Do you know that your boss has a girlfriend?"

Xiang Yueming was startled, opened her mouth, a little weak: "I don't know."

Yan Qiuzhi said "Tsk" and said with emotion, "Cheng Zhan's concealment is really good."

She laughed and said, "I have been talking for a long time, and I have not shown it to us."

Xiang Yueming said "um", without thinking to herself, "What happened then."

Yan Qiuzhi saw her depressed, and silently curled her lower lips: "We had a party some time ago."

Xiang Yueming blinked: "What party?"

"Just a few friends, eating and drinking." As she spoke, she turned her eyes to Yueming.

Xiang Yueming absent-minded: "Oh oh."

Yan Qiuzhi smiled: "We all brought our family members, and Cheng Zhan is alone."

She went down and said, "Jiang Chen asked him why he didn't bring his little beauty to attend." Then, she paused on purpose and looked at Xiang Yueming: "Guess what Cheng Zhan said? "

Listening to Xiang Yueming, something vaguely discovered.

She moved her lips and raised her eyes to look at Yan Qiuzhi: "...I don't know."

Yan Qiu smiled, learning what Cheng Zhan was like at the time, and said with a proud look: "I'm afraid we can't stand it."

"what?"

Xiang Yueming was surprised: "Why?"

Yan Qiuzhi sneered: "Cheng Zhan said that his girlfriend is too coquettish. We can't hold it, and we will feel inferior."

With that, Yan Qiuzhi turned to look at her: "Do you think Cheng Zhan is very annoying?"

Xiang Yueming: "..."

She nodded.

After a quiet meeting, Xiang Yueming asked: "What is the embarrassment?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Qiuzhi raised his eyebrows and said proudly: "I heard that Cheng Zhan was dumped by her little beauty."

She said: "Sure enough, there are evils, which makes me feel so comfortable."

She sighed: "Unfortunately I don't know who this little beauty is, otherwise I must give her an award! Become friends with her."

"..."

Xiang Yueming opened her mouth and suddenly she knew who the little beauty in Yan Qiuzhi's mouth was.

She pursed her lower lip, trying to explain.

She didn't get rid of Cheng Zhan. They were originally...not boyfriends or girlfriends, they just ended their previous improper relationship.

But when the words came to her lips, she couldn't speak too much.

"How is it, funny?"

Yan Qiuzhi asked her: "If your boss squeezes you in the future, you will threaten him with this."

Xiang Yueming was speechless: "Not so good."

"What's wrong with this? Cheng Zhan wants to save face. This threat is definitely useful."

Xiang Yueming: "..."

The two talked together and said that Yan Qiuzhi's phone rang, it was her husband's call.

"have you eaten?"

"Nothing." Yan Qiuzhi said, "Have you finished talking with Cheng Zhan?"

Chen Lunan said "Um" and whispered: "Going to eat?"

"Okay."

Yan Qiuzhi said without hesitation, "Then I will bring Xiaoyue'er."

Chen Lunan: "Whatever you want to eat?"

Yan Qiuzhi turned his head and looked at Yueming: "What do you want to eat at noon?"

Xiang Yueming was slightly startled: "I won't be an electric light bulb."

"Go go." Yan Qiuzhi said bluntly: "It's good to be a light bulb."

"..."

Xiang Yueming couldn't but Yan Qiuzhi could only agree.

Chen Lunan was in the short distance and called the two of them to go down when he reached the door.

Xiang Yueming and Yan Qiuzhi both took a bath in the company. They went out without makeup, looking clean and beautiful.

Many people looked at the two and talked a lot.

Although they knew they were friends, they were still surprised. Yan Qiuzhi faced Xiang Yueming, too good to be too good.

The two went out with the gaze of the public, and the car stopped at the door.

As soon as I walked to the side, the car door opened.

Yan Qiuzhi glanced inside and pointed to the co-pilot: "I'll sit here."

Xiang Yueming had no objection, and bent over to the back seat.

Going up and looking up, she saw the man sitting by the car window.

Perceiving her gaze, Chen Lunan first explained.

"Don't mind? Mr. Cheng didn't eat either. He was with us."

Xiang Yueming shook his head, lowered his eyes to look at the bag next to him, and said softly, "I don't mind."

The car moved forward steadily.

Yan Qiuzhi and Chen Lunan were chatting in front of them, and they were very familiar conversations. But I feel very happy and comfortable listening.

Xiang Yueming listened intently, but did not notice the gaze of the person next to him.

She sometimes thinks, if she could be so happy too.

Xiang Yueming's eyes were full of envy, Cheng Zhan stared at her for a long while, then raised his eyes to look at the two people in front, not quite understanding the emotions in her eyes.

The place to eat was decided by Chen Lunan, a private restaurant with good privacy.

Yan Qiuzhi and Xiang Yueming had no objection.

When it arrived, the car stopped at the gate.

Several people got out of the car, and Xiang Yueming pushed the car door down. As soon as she landed, a familiar voice from a man came from behind: "Can you pack it?"

As soon as the words were over, the two people in front unanimously looked at the black female bag that existed before Xiang Yueming got into the car in the back seat.