Pampering

For a moment, an indescribable weird atmosphere lingered in the car.

Xiang Yueming endured it, but still couldn't hold it back.

"Cheng." She raised her eyebrows, and said solemnly: "Can you be a little more normal?"

Mr. Cheng took it lightly, raising his eyes and looking at the wide avenue in front of him: "When have I been abnormal?"

"..."

Xiang Yueming realized that she couldn't tell him, and muttered, "You know it in your heart."

The words were shocking, and she almost scared her soul away.

Mr. Cheng smiled tacitly, as if tacitly admitting to her.

"Which hot pot restaurant to go?"

Xiang Yueming curled his lips and mumbled: "I also said that I like me. I don't even know which hot pot restaurant I like to eat..."

Cheng Zhan didn't feel angry when she heard her complaint.

He responded and said, "Sorry, but I will remember it today."

Xiang Yueming was speechless, and suddenly couldn't do it.

She turned her head and looked out the window. Under the street lamp, the trees were fascinated by the shadows, swaying in a colorful manner by the wind.

In the midsummer season, the evening wind also becomes much hotter.

Xiang Yueming talked about a hot pot restaurant nearby, which is her favorite hot pot restaurant.

Open every day until three or four in the morning, and there are many people at night.

Fortunately, there was a place in the parking lot outside. Cheng Zhan parked the car and accompany her to get off.

Looking at Xiang Yueming's dress, he bent over and took out a hat from the trunk and forced it on her head.

Xiang Yueming glared at him: "What are you doing?"

"Put it on."

Xiang Yueming touched the brim of his hat and hummed softly, "Your hat?"

Cheng Zhan glanced, "No."

Xiang Yueming said "Oh", "Who is in your car for the female model."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Zhan smiled.

His pupils were deep and bright, and he looked straight at her: "Jealous?"

Xiang Yueming pulled her lower lip and said with a sneer: "Cheng, I am neither jealous nor eat soy sauce."

Cheng Zhan knocked on the brim of her hat and whispered, "It's for you."

Xiang Yueming paused for a while, and responded softly.

Cheng Zhan stretched his eyebrows and watched her small expression change: "Happy?"

Xiang Yueming pretended not to hear, and probed forward: "Hurry up, go home early after eating."

Cheng Zhan didn't press on every step of the way, smiled unclearly, and looked inside.

"Go to the corner."

"Ok."

The two chose a remote place, Xiang Yueming also turned his back to the crowd, Cheng Zhan was behind the wall, no one could see.

The waiter handed the menu to the two of them, bowed his head to Yueming to take it, and skillfully hooked it around before handing it to Cheng Zhan.

"What do you want to eat?"

Cheng Zhan slobbered, and said lightly: "Just order it."

Xiang Yueming knows that he doesn't like to eat or force.

After waiting for a while, the hot pot soup base was delivered, and an indescribable fragrance spread, causing Xiang Yueming to cry.

She swallowed, glanced at the man playing on the phone opposite, speechless.

Eating hot pot alone is actually meaningless.

To eat hot pot, you need to chat with friends and you will feel refreshed.

But Cheng Zhan didn't speak, and Xiang Yueming was not good at performing solo cross talk. It would appear to be too proactive, and Cheng Zhan would be considered a confession no matter what, she had to hold it, otherwise this person would think she was too easy to chase.

Xiang Yueming's eyeballs rolled around and lingered on Cheng Zhan for a while. Just when he wanted to withdraw his gaze, Cheng Zhan raised his eyes.

The two men met.

Cheng Zhan put down the phone and glanced at him: "What do you want to download?"

Looking at his posture with chopsticks, Xiang Yueming pointed: "I want a crab."

"Yeah." Cheng Zhan gave her half of it and asked in a low voice, "What else do you want?"

"Enoki mushroom and yam."

Xiang Yueming said while muttering: "I will return to the crew tomorrow, and the tour director won't scold me."

Cheng Zhan looked at her slapped face and said quietly: "If he dares to scold you, you just say I brought you here."

Xiang Yueming looked at him: "You have a lot of weight on the tour guide?"

"Investors, what do you think."

Xiang Yueming choked, curled his lips. The rich are amazing.

Cheng Zhan knew what she was thinking and didn't explain much.

Of course, more importantly, he knew that a hot pot meal was really nothing to Xiang Yueming.

With her weight, it is impossible to go back just because of a meal.

Cheng Zhan didn't eat a few hot pot, but kept serving Xiang Yueming.

The things in her bowl were basically the same, and a new bowl came over after she finished eating. Overall, this was the most comfortable and happiest hot pot meal she had eaten.

-

After eating, Cheng Zhan sent her home.

The night is full and the crescent moon is shining on the earth. The moonlight is bright and bright, and it looks like an indescribable softness.

Xiang Yueming has eaten enough and her mood has improved a lot.

In the same way, people get sleepy when they are full.

She yawned several times and kept up her spirit: "Are you going to work tomorrow?"

Cheng Zhan said in a low voice, "I can't spare time to send you to the studio."

"..."

Xiang Yueming paused for a while, and said softly: "I didn't let you send it."

Cheng Zhan smiled swiftly and frankly: "I want to give it away, can you understand it?"

Xiang Yueming choked and pressed the corners of her lips: "Oh."

She pursed her lips, trying to make her tone sound as normal as possible: "I see."

Cheng Zhan bends the corners of his lower lip, and then continues the topic: "How does it feel to shoot at the tour guide?"

"Fortunately." Xiang Yueming rubbed his eyes: "It's just that the tour guide is demanding."

"Yeah." Cheng Zhan paused and said in a low voice: "He prefers to present the story and understand it."

Xiang Yueming listened, vaguely felt something was wrong.

She turned her head to stare at him for a long while, and asked with a little doubt: "Did you and the guide you know each other before?"

Cheng Zhan nodded, without any concealment.

Xiang Yueming widened his eyes and looked at him in surprise: "When?"

"We are high school alumni, he is one term older than us."

Xiang Yueming: "..."

No wonder. She said that when she talked to Cheng Zhan last time on a cruise, her tone was a bit more familiar than that of ordinary investors. It turns out that this relationship still exists.

After a moment of silence in the car, Cheng Zhan chuckled lightly, "I don't want to ask anymore?"

"what?"

Xiang Yueming looked at him: "Is this story about You Dao his own?"

"..."

Cheng Zhan was slightly startled, but she didn't expect that she would think of it so quickly.

He said "um" and said quietly: "I think so."

"What do you mean?"

"There are always parts different."

Xiang Yue made it clear and whispered: "That's for sure, it can't be too realistic to be filmed."

Cheng Zhan smiled and said nothing.

The two were silent, and they happened to have arrived.

Xiang Yueming looked at the man who got down the car and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Why are you down?"

Cheng Zhan said indifferently: "Send you in and leave."

Xiang Yueming pursed his lips and said, "Oh," "It's up to you."

She subconsciously turned her head and looked over the road. It was dark and she couldn't see anything.

The two entered the community one after the other, and Cheng Zhan did not dare to go too far, guarding his position at the moment peacefully.

Take the elevator upstairs. When he arrived at the door, he looked down at Xiang Yueming's tired eyes and said: "It doesn't matter if you go to the crew later tomorrow, take a good rest."

"..."

Xiang Yueming was stunned, then softly responded, "I know."

Cheng Zhan paused and continued: "If you have anything to ask Guo Wenshi and Ding Shu, you can also find a boat if you are not afraid of trouble."

He looked at Xiang Yueming: "If you can't hold it, remember to rest."

"Yeah." Xiang Yueming listened, a little confused.

I don't know why, I just said comforting words from Cheng Zhan's mouth, always feeling a bit unspeakable.

It will even give Xiang Yueming an illusion, as if the next sentence, Cheng Zhan will say, don't do it if you can't support it, waste.

Thinking of this, Xiang Yueming shuddered.

She silently reflected on her brain for three seconds before raising her eyes to look at him, "I'm going in."

Cheng Zhan's voice was a little low: "Go."

Xiang Yueming opened the door and looked back at him.

For some reason, Cheng Zhan was standing in the corridor, the moonlight coming in from outside, sketching out his eyebrows. Let Xiang Yueming have a kind, he feels a little pitiful.

She thought, before she had time to say something, Cheng Zhan suddenly squeezed her cheek.

Xiang Yueming was in pain and stared at him: "Cheng Zhan, what are you doing?"

Cheng Zhan smiled and said in a low voice: "It's not a dream."

Xiang Yueming: "..."

With warm palms, he lingered on her white cheeks and whispered softly: "What I said tonight is the truth."

Xiang Yueming's eyelashes trembled, and he didn't expect that he even noticed this little detail.

She licked her lower lip and patted his hand: "I know, I'm going to wash and rest."

Cheng Zhan looked at her like a frightened bird, and smiled, "Good night."

The door closed and Xiang Yueming panted against the back of the door.

How could Cheng Zhan's affectionate route make her unable to carry it.

Cheng Zhan looked at the closed door for a long while, stood for a few minutes before turning to leave.

The night is thick and the moonlight is like water.

The roads in the middle of the night, with a lot less people and cars, became a lot more empty and quiet.

Cheng Zhan glanced at the time, but he was tireless.

-

The next morning, when Xiang Yueming woke up, breakfast was delivered at home.

It was arranged by Cheng Zhan.

She was speechless to Cheng Zhan's method of chasing people, but the person who came was Aunt Xu, Xiang Yueming was still very polite and invited Aunt Xu into the house.

Aunt Xu walked around the house, feeling distressed: "Xiaoyue'er, when will you move back to Mingyuan?"

Xiang Yueming: "Aunt Xu, Cheng Zhan and I are still separated."

Aunt Xu blinked and looked at her eyes: "Don't think Aunt Xu doesn't know, Master told me. He is chasing you."

Hearing this, Xiang Yueming lost a smile: "It's even more inappropriate to chase me."

"What's not suitable." Aunt Xu didn't want to say: "If you don't want to see the young master, we can just kick him out."

Xiang Yueming chuckled and curled her lips: "No need."

She relieved Aunt Xu: "I am going back to the crew today to continue filming. Actually, wherever I live is the same."

Aunt Xu looked at her with distressed eyes: "This house is not as big as the cloakroom the young master gave you, so how can you live?"

"..."

Xiang Yueming remained silent. She looked around and calculated the area silently. It's not that small.

But when Aunt Xu reminded her like this, she felt like this again.

The cloakroom in Mingyuan was enlarged after she went in, and many designs were made according to her preferences.

Xiang Yueming filmed a scene and went back, and the cloakroom was at least twice as large as she first saw.

She thought, a little lost.

Before, Xiang Yueming also thought about being narcissistic. It was a gift from Cheng Zhan to her. But later, she felt that the reason Cheng Zhan did that was just to tie her up. Not for other reasons.

But now, it seems to vaguely prove what Cheng Zhan meant by doing that.

After breakfast, Xiang Yueming returned to the crew.

As soon as he entered, Song Yu stared at her several times.

Xiang Yueming changed his clothes and went out to film, raised his eyebrows to look at him: "Ms. Song, what's the matter?"

Song Yu pointed and asked in a low voice, "The recording went well?"

Xiang Yueming nodded: "It's okay. What?"

Song Yu bluntly said, "You are in a good mood."

Xiang Yueming: "..."

She touched her face, slightly surprised: "Really."

"Ok."

Song Yu joked: "It looks like something happy has happened."

"..."

Xiang Yueming was speechless for a while, and did not deny it.

She chuckled lightly and said lightly: "Maybe."

The filming hadn't officially started, Xiang Yueming sat down to rest, holding a small fan in his hand.

She lowered her head and swiped her phone and saw the message that Cheng Zhan had sent to her, asking her to pay attention to sun protection and prevent heatstroke.

Xiang Yueming watched for a while, but didn't reply to him.

Yu Yuan is right in saying that when a man is chasing you, he should pose. Otherwise, they will feel that they are too easy to chase and do not cherish.

After filming a scene, Xiang Yueming looked at the boat.

She is full of curiosity when she thinks that this story belongs to the boat herself.

You Zhou inadvertently raised his eyes and looked at her: "Ask me if you have anything?"

Xiang Yueming counseled and shook his head: "No."

Cruise: "..."

He chuckled lightly and said lightly: "Your eyes reveal everything."

Hearing this, Xiang Yueming touched the tip of his nose embarrassedly, and said in a shallow voice, "Is it too obvious?"

You Zhou nodded and said lightly: "How are you feeling lately?"

Xiang Yueming thought for a while, "Not bad, I can understand the youthful sprout you said."

Yu Zhou smiled: "Very good, you are in the play faster than before."

Xiang Yueming smiled: "It's the tour guide who guides well."

You Zhou looked at her and looked through the script in her hand: "The next scene is not easy to shoot, so think about it when you are fine."

"I know."

In the afternoon, Cheng Zhan's message came again.

Xiang Yueming and their crew are planning to have dinner.

Cheng Zhan: [Have you eaten? 】

Xiang Yueming looked at the news he sent intermittently, and wanted to laugh.

She endured forbearance, the smile still ran out of her eyes.

Xiang Yueming: [Just about to eat. 】

Cheng Zhan: [What do you eat? 】

Xiang Yueming: [? 】

She was inexplicable at Cheng Zhan's behavior, not at all like himself.

Cheng Zhan: [I refer to it. 】

Inexplicably, Xiang Yueming replied suspiciously: [What to refer to? 】

Cheng Zhan: [Your dinner. 】

Xiang Yueming was speechless, and rolled his eyes a little: [I eat the crew box lunch, are you going to follow me to eat the crew box lunch? 】

Cheng Zhan: [Yes. 】

Xiang Yueming: 【……】

Cheng Zhan: [What's wrong? 】

Xiang Yueming: [Can you order it normally? Mr. Cheng, who is willing to let you eat the crew lunch? 】

Xiang Yueming: [Furthermore, what are you doing with lunch? 】

Cheng Zhan: [Be with you. 】

Xiang Yueming was slightly startled, looking at the message received on the phone.

She vaguely understood the meaning of Cheng Zhan's question of dinner. She glanced at the box lunch with no appetite, and was not polite at all, and directly sent a photo to Cheng Zhan.

After sending it out, Xiang Yueming put away his mobile phone, and stopped talking with him.

Twenty minutes later, after she finished eating, Cheng Zhan's photo came.

Coincidentally, the food is exactly the same as in the photo she took, two meat and two vegetables plus a soup that doesn't seem to contain much meat.

Cheng Zhan: [I am working overtime tonight. 】

Xiang Yueming: [Oh. 】

Cheng Zhan: [Want to film at night? 】

Xiang Yueming: [Yes. 】

Cheng Zhan: [Send me a message when I returned to the hotel. 】

Xiang Yueming: [No. 】

Cheng Zhan: 【……】

The two chatted in a nutritious conversation, just like two elementary school students.

Xiang Yueming treated Cheng Zhan for a while, and then turned to read the script.

She didn't lie to Cheng Zhan, she really had a scene to film at night. A night show during the campus period also brought the relationship between the male and female leaders one step closer.

When Xiang Yueming filmed this movie, he always had a feeling.

She felt that Yu Zhou actually devoted a lot of his unique attention to the heroine in the script. If not, the script would not be so delicate and touching. Yu Zhou has an indescribable ability to empathize, and Xiang Yueming will involuntarily be infected and moved when she is watching.

how to say.

She didn't dare to ask, but could vaguely find that the boat seemed to memorialize something.

After filming this night scene, Song Yu chatted with her.

"Do you think the male lead is actually very affectionate?"

Xiang Yueming glanced at him: "Teacher Song, did you find it now?"

Song Yu smiled and raised her eyebrows: "I ask you, if you were a heroine, would you like such a boy?"

Xiang Yueming was silent.

Song Yu looked at her: "Why don't you speak?"

Xiang Yueming smiled slightly: "What are you talking about? I am not the heroine, and I can't answer this question."

Song Yu raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

Xiang Yueming was silent for a few seconds, and said lightly: "However, I think very few people can reject someone as good as the hero in the script."

Song Yu nodded.

He stared at Xiang Yueming for a while, and asked in a low voice, "If it was you, what type would you like?"

Xiang Yueming: "..."

She smiled and looked at Song Yu: "Teacher Song, are you going to be a reporter today?"

Song Yu spread his hands: "It's not impossible."

Xiang Yueming just wanted to speak when the phone rang.

She glanced at the caller ID, still the strange number before.

"I'll answer the phone."

After speaking, she walked to the other side, as far away as possible from Song Yu.

"Filming?" Cheng Zhan's deep voice sounded, listening to her unspeakable sexiness in the night.

Xiang Yueming said "um".

Cheng Zhan: "Have you returned to the hotel?"

Upon hearing this, Xiang Yueming asked amusedly: "Cheng Zhan, did you know what I was doing just now before calling me?" She unceremoniously opened him up, "I guess."

Cheng Zhan: "...very happy talking to Song Yu?"

Xiang Yueming looked around and hummed, "Guo Wenshi or Xiaoxi sent you the photo or what?"

"No." Cheng Zhan paused for a while without concealing it: "You boat sent it to me."

Cheng Zhan thought of the photos he had just received on his phone, feeling sad. It has been a long, long time since Xiang Yueming had treated him so kindly.

Xiang Yueming choked and mumbled: "Why is Dao You so gossip?"

"He is not gossip."

Xiang Yueming raised his eyebrows: "What is that?"

She stood in the corridor of the campus, looking at the night sky. The evening breeze was faintly scented. The branches are swaying, looking not so real under the night shadow, but it is real.

Suddenly, Xiang Yueming wanted to return to high school.

She thought of the question of Song Yu just now, she might not be moved by the hero in the script. But if it was Cheng Zhan in high school, Xiang Yueming thought, she might also have the courage of a heroine and chase him desperately. As long as he smiles to himself, he can be happy all day and all his worries will disappear.

What's more, she would be willing to run behind his **** every day, reluctant to think about it.

Cheng Zhan said indifferently: "He is just for the show."

Xiang Yueming choked. She couldn't laugh or cry, and whispered: "You are too naive."

"For revenge."

Xiang Yueming was curious: "What will revenge you?"

Cheng Zhan was still in the office. He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the night view, with a deep voice: "Probably the retribution for seeing him too many jokes in high school."

Xiang Yueming couldn't help but laugh.

She was silent for a while and couldn't help asking: "Very good, what is your high school like?"

"Want to know?"

Xiang Yueming paused: "I didn't really think about it, so I just asked casually."

Cheng Zhan said "um" and said in a low voice, "I will tell you later."

Posing to Yueming.

Cheng Zhan laughed and said with a smile, "Go back to the hotel early and hang up first."

"Ok."

-

After hung up the phone, Xiang Yueming stayed in place for a while before he packed up and returned.

When she returned to the hotel, she received a photo from Cheng Zhan. He was wearing a school uniform when he was in high school. It didn't look as steady as it is now, and it looked a bit public and full of youthfulness. Between the eyebrows, the feeling of adolescence is full.

He is not cold, nor is he rebellious. But there is a kind of unspeakable temperament that wants people to approach and explore.

Xiang Yueming stared at him for a long time before returning a question mark to Cheng Zhan.

Cheng Zhan: [Not wanting? 】

Xiang Yueming: [I didn't want it. 】

Cheng Zhan: [Well, that's what I want to give. Have you arrived at the hotel? 】

Cheng Zhan had finished speaking, and Xiang Yueming felt that there was no chance for a rebuttal. She was speechless for a while, lowered her head and smiled to herself.

Such Cheng Zhan is a bit unaccustomed to her. But it was what she wanted.

After arriving at the hotel, Cheng Zhan called her again, hung up after a few words.

In the next few days, both of them lived like this.

From time to time, Xiang Yueming can receive flowers from Cheng Zhan, gifts from him, and food from people after returning to the hotel in the evening.

Cheng Zhan's flowers are not low-key at all.

At the beginning, he only dared to send someone to the hotel. Every morning when I wake up, a bouquet of flowers will be delivered, which makes Xiang Yueming feel good all day.

A few days later, he began to blatantly send flowers to the studio.

The staff were curious and asked who the flower delivery person was, but Xiang Yueming didn't say a word. It was a cruise, and after watching it for a few days, he said, "Is the suitor?"

Xiang Yueming nodded at the curious gazes, "Forget it."

Everyone was curious for a few days and gradually got used to it.

From flowers to food. Cheng Zhan was thoughtful about it. If it was food delivered to the crew, everyone besides her would also prepare it. This also caused everyone to like Xiang Yueming, the suitor.

Who doesn't like people who improve their meals! !

In this regard, Xiang Yueming was relatively speechless. If Cheng Zhan really takes action, he will be able to buy people's hearts.

-

On this day, the crew has a media visit.

The day before the cruise, I told the two that there would be media visits in the middle of the filming, in order to maintain the popularity of the drama and the actors, and to satisfy the audience.

The media arrived in the morning.

After Xiang Yueming and Song Yu finished filming a scene, several media came.

"Teacher Song, Teacher Xiang, is it hot?" Song Yu took the microphone and asked with a smile, "Are you hot?"

The reporter nodded.

Song Yu shrugged and smiled casually: "It's not hot in this weather."

reporter:"……"

Xiang Yueming smiled and made rounds: "Teacher Song meant that summer is hot."

The reporter nodded and looked at the two of them: "I just watched the opposing scene of the two next to me, and I feel a sense of understanding."

Xiang Yueming laughed dryly: "After all, I have worked together for so long."

Song Yu nodded: "Teacher Xiang has good acting skills and very happy cooperation."

The reporter's eyes lit up and looked at the two of them: "This is the second time you have cooperated. Does it feel different?"

Song Yu: "It feels pretty good."

The reporter turned to look at Yueming.

Smile to Yueming: "If the characters are different, it feels different naturally."

"..."

Her answer is not leaking.

The reporter wanted to dig some gossip, but it seemed to no avail.

She smiled in agreement, "I heard that your crew is particularly harmonious and the shooting is very pleasant."

Song Yu raised his eyebrows: "This is a fact."

The reporter choked.

She couldn't laugh or cry: "Teacher Song, is this crew easier than you did before?"

Song Yu Yangmei: "No."

He looked at Xiang Yueming: "Do you think so?"

Xiang Yueming said without hesitation: "No. The tour guide is demanding and fault-finding, how can it be easy."

She said solemnly: "Every director has his own requirements. It is impossible for an actor to be relaxed, unless the role is a relaxed type."

The words were both spoken by the two. The reporter tried hard to dig out the gossip of the two, but to no avail.

She was silent for a while and deliberately led the topic to the previous scandal between the two of them. "Fans are looking forward to their cooperation. Up to now, is there any scene that impressed the two of them? Would you like to give our fans something? welfare?"

Song Yu and Xiang Yueming looked at each other and heard the meaning of the reporter's words.

Song Yu paused briefly and said: "It's a show of confession."

The reporter went to see Xiang Yueming and smiled at Yueming: "Separated scene."

reporter:"……"

After interviewing for a while, the reporter asked the two of them: "Ms. Song and Ms. Xiang have been shooting for so long, what do you think of her?

Song Yu laughed: "Very good."

The reporter looked at Xiang Yueming: "Ms. Song is also very good."

The reporter was speechless for a while: "Do the two people want to cooperate again next time, is the cooperation still happy?"

"Very pleasant."

The two responded quickly, giving the reporter no room for reverie.

At the end of the talk, the relationship problem still came.

"What type of girl would Mr. Song like? Anyone you like?"

Song Yu smiled: "Is this question irrelevant to the drama?"

"Yes." The reporter laughed: "Everyone wants to know."

Song Yu glanced at Xiang Yueming and said softly, "Since it is in the play, of course I like my heroine."

Xiang Yueming paused and looked at the reporter's gossiping eyes: "In reality, I don't really like the male lead in the show."

Reporter: "Why?"

Xiang Yueming thought for a while, and just about to explain, the habitually yelling staff not far away shouted: "To the teacher! Your suitor has sent you flowers again."

The reporter turned his head and turned the camera over there without hesitation.

In an instant, the content of the interview was a little bit more.

After the end, Song Yu looked at her: "The media should pick up people who pursue you."

Xiang Yueming smiled: "Do whatever you want."

Song Yu looked at the roses in her arms for a long while, and asked in a low voice, "You like flowers very much?"

Xiang Yueming raised his eyebrows, pretending to not understand.

"Teacher Song, there should be no woman in this world who doesn't like flowers?"

Song Yu choked.

He laughed twice: "That's true."

Xiang Yueming waved his hand: "I'm going to the break, Teacher Song makes it easy."

Song Yu nodded.

In the afternoon, the video of the interview came out.

When Xiang Yueming saw it, he was not surprised at all. She didn't deliberately conceal it, and she didn't say hello and said that it could not be exposed.

Anyway, it's pretty casual.

At the beginning of the interview, fans were crazy about knocking the two CPs, and they always felt that Song Yu looked at her with gentle eyes.

When the bunch of flowers came out, the fans were shocked.

When Xiaoxi reported to Yueming, Xiang Yueming was blowing a wind in a classroom.

"Sister, fans are asking you who your suitor is."

Xiang Yueming opened his eyes to see her: "Have the fans dug it out?"

"not yet."

"Then don't worry." Xiang Yueming yawned: "Cheng Zhan will suppress it."

Xiaoxi doesn't really believe looking at her: "Are you sure?"

"Hmm." Cheng Zhan is such a face-saving person, it is impossible for others to know that he is chasing himself.

Xiaoxi looked at her, why didn't she believe it.

...

When Xiang Yueming came out of the interview, Cheng Zhan happened to go to a ribbon-cutting event.

It was a friend's store that opened, and Cheng Zhan had a little investment, so he went naturally.

When he arrived, the media was in an uproar. They all looked at him intently, especially the other onlookers in the audience.

Not to mention Cheng Zhan's wealth, but his looks and body are enough to allow women in the circle to succeed.

After the ribbon cutting, it is a normal interview.

As the boss of Jincheng and Chenxing, Cheng Zhan will naturally pay more attention.

Inexplicably, it may be because Xiang Yueming happened to be on a hot search, and suddenly a reporter asked him a question about Xiang Yueming.

"Mr. Cheng, do you have any thoughts on the relationship between your affiliated artists?"

Cheng Zhan raised his eyebrows: "Sub-artists?"

The reporter nodded: "Yes, we just watched the news. Someone is pursuing a female artist under your company. As the boss, do you agree with the artist's love or disapproval?"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Zhan said lightly: "Who to pursue?"

"Xiang Yueming." The reporter laughed: "If I remember correctly, Mr. Cheng also went to see her perform in person. She and Yan Yan are friends."

Cheng Zhan paused and suddenly understood.

He said "um": "It's good."

The reporter looked at him by mistake: "Do you agree?"

Cheng Zhan replied very generously: "Why don't you agree? If you have someone you like, our company allows dating."

reporter:"……"