Pampering

Little cute, it means that you do not love the author enough. Wenwen hides shyly

Xiang Yueming waved his hand away, stood up, and said in a calm tone: "Yes, you can find someone else to play."

Cheng Zhan didn't speak up.

Xiang Yueming waited a few seconds, but still did not respond. She pursed her lower lip and stopped continuing the silly topic, "I'm hungry."

Cheng Zhan looked at her for a moment, then went to open the office door.

Ding Quan yelled: "Mr Cheng."

Cheng Zhan looked at what he was holding and said lightly: "Give it to me."

"Okay, Mr. Cheng is slow to use it with Miss. Call me if necessary."

The door closed and Xiang Yueming glanced at what Cheng Zhan had brought in.

There are yogurt drinks she loves, and Cheng Zhan's health tea, in addition to small cakes and snacks.

Xiang Yueming found that every time she came, Ding Quan prepared everything that was very satisfying.

She raised her hand to take the yogurt and took a sip. It was still cold and delicious.

Xiang Yueming squinted satisfactorily, with a face of enjoyment: "Cheng Zhan."

Just as Cheng Zhan took off his jacket, he would fold up the cuffs with his eyes down.

He has long fingers with well-defined joints. When doing this, I was not rushed or impatient, and I was especially patient to tidy up my cuffs.

Xiang Yueming stared at his hand subconsciously, almost forgot what he was going to say.

"What?" Cheng Zhan pulled the chair away and sat down, looking up at it.

Xiang Yueming returned to his senses and said casually: "Where did your assistant find it?"

Cheng Zhan lowered his eyes and asked after drinking his saliva: "Want to change assistant?"

"No." Xiang Yueming was speechless and explained: "I just asked casually, if one day I get angry, don't I have to find more assistants for myself?"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Zhan snorted softly.

Xiang Yueming: "..."

She listened to this sneer and kicked him under the table without thinking.

"Why, isn't I telling the truth?" Xiang Yueming glared at him: "Do you think I can't get hot?"

"..."

Cheng Zhan raised his eyes and looked at the hair-blowing beauty on the opposite side for a long while before explaining, "No."

Xiang Yueming made a fuss unreasonably: "That's what you meant just now."

Cheng Zhan looked straight at her without saying a word.

Inexplicably, Xiang Yueming was shocked by the look in his eyes, and there was a little guilty conscience that he couldn't tell. She knew in her heart that Cheng Zhan didn't think she could not be hot. Here in Cheng Zhan, whether she is hot or not has nothing to do with him.

He didn't care about this at all. As for the lightness just now, it was probably his opinion of her needing more assistants.

Xiang Yueming hated people around her. One Xiaoxi was enough. She couldn't stand several assistants at all.

Cheng Zhan is very clear.

Xiang Yueming's mind is clear and transparent. But looking at Cheng Zhan like this, he just wanted to be pretentious.

For women, it is also necessary to make a work occasionally.

Thinking, Xiang Yueming pinned the hair that fell on her cheeks behind her ears, and stared at him: "What are you looking at? I haven't seen beautiful women."

Cheng Zhan calmly said "um", his tone was calm: "I have never seen such a beautiful beauty."

"..."

Xiang Yueming choked, suddenly unable to do it.

She avoided Cheng Zhan's scorching sight, her ears flushed: "Eat."

Seeing her dodging gaze, Cheng Zhan curled her lower lip silently.

-

After eating, Xiang Yueming went to stand under the wall.

In order to maintain her figure, she would stand for half an hour to digest every time she finished eating.

Cheng Zhan asked people to come over to clean up the mess and walk to the people playing mobile phones under the wall.

"Anything this afternoon?"

Xiang Yueming chatted with a friend, and answered vaguely, "What?"

Cheng Zhan frowned: "Just ask."

"Oh." Xiang Yueming shook her phone and smiled at him: "Yu Yuan is back, I will go shopping with her later."

Yu Yuan is one of Xiang Yueming's best friends and an artist in the circle.

Cheng Zhan knew, "What time?"

"It's three o'clock."

Xiang Yueming glanced at the sunlight outside: "I'm a little sleepy, take a nap before going."

Cheng Zhan nodded, and then turned around: "How long have you been standing?"

Xiang Yueming: "Huh?"

Cheng Zhan looked down at the watch time and repeated: "How long has it been standing?"

"?"

Xiang Yueming blinked, but didn't follow his thinking: "What?"

Cheng Zhan glanced at the door that was closed again, bent over to touch her lips, and whispered: "Come in with me to sleep?"

"..."

Xiang Yueming's eyelashes trembled, her eyes dodging.

"……right now?"

Cheng Zhan nodded and looked down at the watch: "Not willing?"

Xiang Yueming pressed her lower lip, and the roots of her ears began to turn red. She tilted her head to look at the fine sunlight coming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and muttered: "I have to go shopping at three o'clock. I don't have time to play office py with you."

Cheng Zhan: "..."

He endured it, after all he couldn't hold back a laugh.

Upon hearing this smile, Xiang Yueming knew that he was thinking too much.

She kicked him angrily: "You are so annoying."

Cheng Zhan raised his hand and held the person in his arms to prevent her from having another chance to kick someone.

"Who is annoying?" Cheng Zhan said unhurriedly, "So you came to give me food to seek excitement."

This is not an interrogative sentence.

Xiang Yueming: "...Who is going to excite! It's what you say that makes people misunderstand."

She angrily said: "You let me go."

"Don't let go."

Cheng Zhan lowered his eyes and looked at the red-eared person in his arms, and smiled in his pupils: "Have you stood enough?"

Xiang Yueming snorted coldly and said hardly: "No."

After hearing this, Cheng Zhan stopped asking.

He let go of her and took two steps back. Under Xiang Yueming's gaze, he hugged him up.

Xiang Yueming was stunned, and when he reacted, Cheng Zhan had already placed it in the inner lounge.

She glanced at the man who bent over to take off her shoes, and was touched for a moment.

Forget it, today I will reluctantly accompany/sleep.

"Do you want to change clothes?"

Xiang Yueming raised his eyebrows: "Do you also prepare women's clothes?"

"..." Cheng Zhan was speechless: "My."

"Oh."

Xiang Yueming wore a low-key and casual dress today, but it was really not suitable for sleeping. Of course, more importantly, Cheng Zhan is a bit clean.

"Then change it."

Cheng Zhan gave her a shirt.

Xiang Yueming didn't squeeze, turned around and went into the bathroom.

The lounge in Cheng Zhan's office is not very big, but it has everything available. Beds, toilets, bathrooms, etc., all.

When he is busy, he basically sleeps here, and the overall condition is not bad.

When Xiang Yueming came out, Cheng Zhan was already lying on the bed.

She glanced, and climbed up consciously.

"Are you busy these days."

"Somewhat."

Xiang Yueming said "Oh" and said no more: "Then you go to bed."

Cheng Zhan raised his hand and circled her in his arms.

There is a faint scent lingering in the lounge, Xiang Yueming is a very long-lasting person, the same for people and things.

She likes something, she can use it all the time, just like hearing a song she likes, and she can cycle a single song for several months.

She prefers lychee and rose perfume, which has a faint fresh floral and fruit scent on her body and clothes.

It is not thick nor greasy, making people feel very comfortable.

Cheng Zhan is indeed a little tired, but the sleepiness is not obvious.

It wasn't until the breath was full of this familiar smell that he fell asleep unconsciously.

Xiang Yueming was not sleepy yet, she was trapped in Cheng Zhan's arms and closed her eyes for a rest. She really couldn't sleep and had to open her eyes again.

Cheng Zhan placed the phone on the bedside table outside, and she couldn't get it.

Xiang Yueming was bored and could only stare at the sleeping face in front of him.

Cheng Zhan's looks are impeccable everywhere. The facial features are three-dimensional, and the eyes are still very beautiful. Whether they are separately commented or combined together, everyone likes it.

Xiang Yueming looked at it and suddenly thought of their first meeting.

-

It was winter.

He appeared wearing a black woolen coat, standing tall, with unmelted snowflakes on his floppy hair.

As soon as he appeared, the women present looked at him with bright eyes, wanting to get his favor.

It's a pity that apart from greeting two of them, Cheng Zhan didn't even give a look.

During the period, some people tried to strike up a conversation with him, but they were stopped by the assistant before they came forward.

He sat with stern brows and straight eyes.

The coat was taken off, and it was a formal suit of the same color inside. Looking at the well-dressed, graceful abstinence.

The warm-colored lights in the box poured from above and fell on his eyebrows. There are glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the tiny pieces of light are refracted on the lenses, which suppresses his dark and bright pupils.

Xiang Yueming knows that this kind of person and she are not in the same world.

But Cheng Zhan's aura is too strong to be ignored. She sat in the corner and couldn't help but glance at him a few more times.

Probably noticing her gaze, Cheng Zhan glanced at her.

With just one look, Xiang Yueming slammed into his deep pupils. She even had an illusion, making her think that the glance Cheng Zhan looked at her was not blocked by lenses.

This is why she dared to ask him for help later.

She knew that Cheng Zhan and those people were not of the same kind. His eyes told her the answer.

...

As he was thinking, his forehead was suddenly flicked.

"not sleepy?"

Xiang Yueming pulled back his thoughts and looked up at him: "Are you not asleep?"

"Fell asleep."

Cheng Zhan loosened her and stood up and said, "But the grievances on someone were too heavy and they woke me up."

Xiang Yueming: "..."

"Is there any resentment?" She pretended: "It's obviously the smell of money."

Cheng Zhan is unclear, so look at her.

Xiang Yueming tugged at the shirt on her body and said with a smile: "Isn't it all about money when I sleep in a high-definition shirt with more than six figures for Cheng Zong?"

"..."

Cheng Zhan ignored her and went into the bathroom.

When he came out again, he saw Xiang Yueming's long exposed legs, white and thin, **** and sultry.

He paused, don't open his eyes: "I have a meeting this afternoon."

Xiang Yueming said "um", "I'm leaving at half past two."

Cheng Zhan nodded: "If you have something to ask Ding Quan."

"understood."

Looking at the back of Cheng Zhan leaving, Xiang Yueming lowered his eyes for a moment.

That's it, it's actually pretty good.

-

Xiang Yueming and Yu Yuan haven't seen each other for a while. She took a play some time ago and went into the deep mountains and old forests.

The two of them have good looks and good temperaments.

As soon as it appeared, it attracted a lot of attention.

"Walk around and find a box to sit in."

Xiang Yueming smiled: "Okay."

The two went to sit in the box and ordered juice and desserts.

Xiang Yueming glanced at Yu Yuan's order of food, took a sip and asked, "Your agent doesn't care about you?"

Yu Yuan looked at her eyes: "I haven't been out of the mountain for more than two months, so I'm not allowed to eat something good?"

Xiang Yueming: "Oh, let's eat, I'll treat you."

Yu Yuan raised her eyebrows and reached out to touch her: "That is necessary."

Suddenly, she frowned: "Why do you smell of agarwood?"

Xiang Yueming was startled, pulling at his clothes and sniffing: "I had a meal with Cheng Zhan at noon."

Yu Yuan raised her eyebrows meaningfully, and said slowly: "Then it got the smell of him?"

"..."

Xiang Yueming choked on her words and rolled his eyes: "Innocent! Sleep for a while!"

Yu Yuan shrugged, "I didn't say anything."

Xiang Yueming: "..."

Yu Yuan looked at her and asked curiously, "How long is it?"

Xiang Yueming was distracted, did not hear what she meant, and honestly said: "In less than half an hour, he works—"

Before he finished speaking, he was snatched by Yu Yuan. She lifted her cheek to look at Xiang Yueming, with a little sympathy in her eyes, and said regretfully: "Cheng is always a bit quick."

"...?"

Sister Xia took Xiang Yueming a soy sauce role, an ancient costume fairy tale drama, and she finished filming within a week after she joined the group.

This crew has a strong lineup, including actors like He Cheng, and Lin Youyuan, who just won the best actress last year. There are many old drama bones.

Originally, this role did not belong to Xiang Yueming. It was a temporary accident in the role of playing soy sauce in the later stage, and she was replaced.

Of course, Xiang Yueming entered the team and didn't want to know anyone or hold someone's thigh.

In the first two days, she basically left after filming, not staying on the crew for an extra minute.

The location of the film crew was very beautiful, and Xiang Yueming had some time when the filming was finished.

She and Xiaoxi wandered around the area itch, and she saw two rainbows hanging from Yunxia.

Xiang Yueming wanted to be more beautiful, and subconsciously moved forward.

Xiaoxi just picked up the call from Sister Xia, but didn't follow her. By mistake, she listened to the corner.

And this corner belongs to He Cheng and Lin Youyuan.

Thinking of the voices and conversations he heard that day, Xiang Yueming wanted to escape.

If He Cheng knew that she knew the secrets of these two people, would she have to be hidden in the snow like Song Fei? Even if you don't get hidden in the snow, the future of acting will not be so smooth.

Thinking of this, Xiang Yueming looked at He Cheng vigilantly, "Ms. He joked."

She smiled and said, "Why would I be afraid of Teacher He? I just watched a play by Teacher He before and I liked it so much."

He Cheng paused and curled his lips: "Like my play?"

"……Yes."

"Should not like to be more proactive approach?"

Xiang Yueming was startled and smiled and said, "I am different from everyone."

"Huh?" He Cheng looked at her straightly: "Why is it different?"

Xiang Yueming said seriously: "If I like someone, I will stay away."

"..."

He Cheng choked, it was the first time she heard her remarks: "Why?"

Hearing this, Xiang Yueming smiled swiftly and glanced at him with clear eyes: "Because I just like it."

She rarely explained: "I like it unilaterally, of course I want to stay away."

She is this character.

Xiang Yueming has a boundary in her heart. She likes something, maybe she can work hard to buy it. But human emotions cannot be bought and sold.

She likes a person unilaterally, and if she can't even feel that person likes her, she will immediately stay away, cut off her thoughts, and prevent her feet from sinking into the mud.

He Cheng was stunned, it seemed that it was the first time he heard such remarks, or it was because Xiang Yueming's reason was too arrogant and made him dumb.

"you--"

Xiang Yueming smiled slightly: "Teacher He, what else is there?"

He Cheng paused and chuckled softly: "Don't fight for it? For example, ask me for an autograph?"

"...Signatures can't be sold for money, is it unnecessary."

He Cheng choked.

Xiang Yueming's phone shook, it was a message from Xiaoxi. She clicked to read, and raised her phone: "Teacher He, my assistant is really waiting for me. Let's go first, and see you later."

Seeing her leaving behind, He Cheng thought about what she had just said, which was a bit interesting.

A smile flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his lips were pulled up.

-

After getting in the car, Xiang Yueming followed with a sigh of relief. It was finally fooled.

She knocked her head to make herself forget the conversation she heard that day.

Xiaoxi looked at her: "Sister, are you going to the company now?"

"Well, did you just eat?"

"I've eaten." Xiaoxi pointed, "I ate at school."

Xiang Yueming glanced at her head and said with a smile: "Then next time I will eat the cafeteria with you."

"Okay."

At the company, Sister Xia had already briefly negotiated with Xinchun.

Let's have a meal together tomorrow night and talk about it in detail.

Xiang Yueming didn't have much opinion, and since she decided to take it, she wouldn't regret it anymore.

She glanced at Sister Xia: "Where is the list of dancers in the dance variety show?"

Sister Xia handed it to her: "Many of them are entertainers who are invited to show their faces in variety shows. This show is of an elimination nature."

She said: "Professional teachers comment and score, and there are also live audience ratings."

Xiang Yueming said "um" and looked at the variety show in his hand casually.

The artists participating in this show have not yet been fully decided, there is only a list to be invited.

She glanced and checked the rules of the game without much objection.

"Any questions?"

"No." Xiang Yueming closed: "Variety shows are of similar nature."

Sister Xia was speechless for a while, took out the other two scripts and handed them to her, and said in a low voice, "These two scripts are not bad. One of them is a campus script, which is very suitable for you."

Xiang Yueming raised his eyebrows, a little surprised: "Really?"

"Yes." Sister Xia said, "but the director is a newcomer. He used to make videos and the like."

When Xiang Yueming listened, she was a little curious: "What is the director's name? I'll check his video."

Sister Xia looked at her eyes: "Don't read the script first?"

"I'll see it later, let's get to know the director first."

Sister Xia was speechless and could only tell her truthfully.

The director is called You Zhou, a young man in his twenties. Xiang Yueming flipped through his Weibo. In addition to the video, there were many photos, all of which were very refreshing.

There is a sense of innocence and freshness of comics, which makes people feel very comfortable.

"how do you feel?"

"Very good." Xiang Yueming said: "If it's a school drama, his kind will be special and it should be popular too. Every scene can be used as wallpaper."

Sister Xia: "Then you look at the script, and we'll talk about it if you like it."

"it is good."

Not long in the company, Xiang Yueming returned home.

No one at home, quiet.

Xiang Yueming went back to the room and changed into a set of home clothes, lying lazily on the sofa and reading the script.

Campus drama, from high school to college. The two fell in love in high school, were discovered by their parents, and then forced to separate.

Love on campus is purely beautiful.

-

When Xiang Yueming finished reading it, the sky was completely dark.

She tilted her head to look at the dense night outside the window, the darkness shrouded like a fog that couldn't be resolved. Only a few lights are shining like fireflies.

Xiang Yueming's phone was muted, and she did not receive a call from Aunt Xu.

She glanced, and Aunt Xu asked if she wanted to come over to cook. Xiang Yueming glanced at the time and didn't let her over again.

Aunt Xu has free time here, basically only showing up in the morning, afternoon and evening to cook for them.

But Cheng Zhan doesn't eat lunch at home, and he doesn't even have dinner. Only when Xiang Yueming is at home, he will come back once or twice.

Thinking, Xiang Yueming touched his stomach, a little hungry.

She struggled for two seconds before sending a message to Cheng Zhan.

Xiang Yueming: [What time will you be back tonight. 】

Cheng Zhan: [Miss me? 】

Xiang Yueming rolled his eyes: [Are you busy? 】

Cheng Zhan: [At the dinner. 】

Xiang Yueming: [Oh. 】

-

Cheng Zhan looked at the silent cell phone and twisted his eyebrows.

He bowed his head and took a sip of his drink, listening to the eloquent conversation of the men around him, a little tired.

Listening to these people bragging here, it would be better to go home and watch Yueming perform.

As I was thinking, someone mentioned the female celebrities in the entertainment industry at the dinner table.

While chatting, the topic suddenly turned to Cheng Zhan's side.

"If you want to say that this is sitting on beautiful women, it still has to belong to Mr. Cheng, a bunch of beautiful women in the company."

"It's necessary, and don't look at who Cheng is always." Another person flattered: "General Cheng has a good way."

Cheng Zhan didn't lift his eyes, and didn't mean to answer.

"Eh, when it comes to this, I think the female star on the hot search these days is not bad, it seems that it is also from the Cheng company."

"Who?" The other was curious.

"What is it called to... let me see..."

Several people chatted, but didn't notice that Cheng Zhan's face immediately became cold.

The man looked for the photo of Xiang Yueming while digging out his phone, and looked at Cheng Zhan: "It is not convenient for Mr. Cheng to introduce——"

Before he finished speaking, the wine glass in Cheng Zhan's hand fell on the table with a ‘bang’.

The loud voice instantly attracted the attention of others.

Everyone looked at the wine overflowing from the glass and looked at each other.

Touching the look of Cheng Zhan, the other person was surprised: "Cheng Zhan?"

Cheng Zhan glanced at the two men indifferently, retracted his gaze, got up, and left the scene.

When Cheng Zhan disappeared from everyone's sight, everyone returned to their senses.

"Mr. Cheng..."

"What's the matter? Why did you leave suddenly?"

"Could it be because of the female star just now? Isn't it because Mr. Cheng protects his artists like this?"

There was a lot of discussion and no clue.

After getting in the car, Ding Quan looked back at him with some anxiety: "Mr Cheng."

Cheng Zhan didn't speak up.

There was a moment of silence in the car, and Cheng Zhan returned the news to Xiang Yueming, and then said: "Before going to work tomorrow, send the news of those two people to my office."

Ding Quan's eyelids twitched and reminded: "Cheng, the new general manager of the Guo family just now."

"is it."

Cheng Zhan said indifferently: "Very good, Mr. Guo should be grateful to me, and he was able to make a choice for him."

Mr. Guo is also the CEO of the Guo Group. The age is high, and there are five sons below.

The one just now was the son of the first wife, but he was also the most mindless.

Ding Quan choked, and he didn't know whether to talk about Cheng Zhan's mouth poisoning or protecting his shortcomings.

He knew it: "Understood."

Cheng Zhan didn't speak any more. He looked at the quiet cell phone and dialed Xiang Yueming.

When the phone rang, Xiang Yueming was patrolling the night market stall wearing a hat and mask.

She is hungry.

Taking into account that he can no longer eat and drink presumptuously in a few days, Xiang Yueming failed to restrain the gluttons in his stomach, and dressed low-key from Mingyuan to the night market stall.

Mingyuan, where they live, is a quiet city center.

Walking out of that community, it was very lively outside. Towering tall buildings, high-end shopping malls, and roadside stalls that don't look so hygienic are all there.

She had just ordered a cold noodle, and before she had time to pay, Cheng Zhan called.

"Hey."

Xiang Yueming frowned: "What's the matter?"

Cheng Zhan listened to the noisy voice from her side and asked directly: "Where is...?"

"outside."

As soon as the voice fell, the boss looked at Xiang Yueming: "Does the beauty want to add anything?"

"You want to add chicken wicker and ham, and more chili..."

Listening to Xiang Yueming's conversation with her boss, Cheng Zhan didn't talk nonsense with her, and said coldly: "Address."

"I will send you later."

Hung up the phone, paid Yueming, and sent Cheng Zhan a location.

-

The night is full and summer is approaching, and the wind blows by at night, it is very comfortable.

When Cheng Zhan arrived, Xiang Yueming had just ordered a small mango ball.

He glanced and frowned: "Your agent doesn't care about you?"

Xiang Yueming heard his off-notes, and she didn't care to say: "Follow me, you support me."

Cheng Zhan: "..."

Xiang Yueming leaned on him and smelled the smell of alcohol on his body: "Would you like to eat something?"

Cheng Zhan is not actually hungry, but looking at the expectation in her bright black pupils, he said something against his will: "Yeah."

Xiang Yueming raised his eyebrows slightly and his eyes lit up: "Then what do you want to eat?"

"You just click."

"Then let me introduce to you. The fried noodles from the opposite restaurant are delicious, even if the queue is longer, the crayfish over there is also delicious, so you have to queue."

"..."

Cheng Zhan looked at her: "Where do you want to line up?"

Xiang Yueming blinked and looked at him: "I just want to wait for you here."

Cheng Zhan stared at her twice, raised his hand and tucked her tie, "Find a place to sit."

Xiang Yueming said "Oh" and looked down at the tie he was holding, not sure why Cheng Zhan pulled it off here so irritably.

Five minutes later, Xiang Yueming understood.

She took the small **** and sat down in the corner. Before she had time to eat, someone approached her.

"Beauty, alone? Do you want to build a table?"

Xiang Yueming didn't raise her head either: "I'm not alone, I don't fight tables."

"Really, I have seen you for three minutes."

Xiang Yueming was speechless, just thinking of using some reason to refuse, and suddenly saw the tie on his leg.

She paused, lowered her head and raised her tie: "Handsome guy, I'm waiting for my boyfriend."

After he left, Xiang Yueming looked down at the tie in his hand and snorted.

Cheng Zhan is really...very boring.

Ten minutes later, Cheng Zhan came back with the fried noodles and crayfish she wanted.

Xiang Yueming was stunned, and looked at him in surprise: "No one is in line?"

"Have."

Xiang Yueming blinked, looking at him because of unknown.

Cheng Zhan said indifferently: "It cost a little more."

Xiang Yueming instantly understood that this person bought it from someone else at a high price.

She was speechless and murmured: "It's great to have money."

Cheng Zhan: "Yeah."

Xiang Yueming looked at his eyes and was speechless: "I'm not complimenting you."

Cheng Zhan lightly slapped her eyes, "Don't eat yet?"

Xiang Yueming looked at the crayfish in front of him, and said pretentiously: "You just peel it for me to eat."

Cheng Zhan ignored her.

Looking at his indifferent expression, Xiang Yueming raised his foot to rub his trousers: "Cheng Zhan."

Cheng Zhan didn't even give her a look.

Xiang Yueming licked his lips, pretentiously grieved and said: "Hey, President Cheng is only willing to spend money for me, not willing to do it for me."

Cheng Zhan reminded coldly: "I should have bathed you last night."

"...?"

Cheng Zhan lowered his eyes and looked at the woman in his arms, his eyes moved slightly.

Xiang Yueming had just taken a bath, and she still had a fresh and elegant smell on her body, like the smell of shower gel, and like the smell of lychee rose perfume on her pajamas.

It doesn't make people feel sweet and greasy, but there is a kind of unspeakable gentleness.

She liked this perfume very much, and even Cheng Zhan, who could not smell the scent of roses, gradually accepted it and even became infatuated.

He looked at her bare skin, white as snow, delicate and tender, and after a little touch, there were traces.

"Cheng Zhan?" Xiang Yueming raised his eyes and slammed into his dark and bright eyes.

She looked at him, her pupils were shining, her peachy eyes were narrow, and she asked pretentiously: "Cheng, what are you looking at? It's 10,000 yuan per minute."

Cheng Zhan dragged her to hang on himself, and asked in a calm tone: "Then sleep for one night."

"..." Xiang Yueming was speechless, raised his hand and thumped his shoulder: "I won't sleep tonight."

She buried her head on his neck, smelled the calming smell of him, and muttered: "You came back just to sleep with me?"

Cheng Zhan was speechless and did not speak.

Xiang Yueming snorted softly: "Do I have the only advantage of being able to sleep."

Cheng Zhan paused and glanced at her: "Pros?"

"What?" Xiang Yueming stared at him, "Isn't this an advantage?"

"..."

Cheng Zhan doesn't quite understand women's minds, so why "being able to sleep" is also classified as lacking merit.

He was thinking how to answer, and Xiang Yueming tightened his collar: "Cheng Zhan, you have to tell me one, two, three, four, five, six to come out today! Is my figure not good?"

Cheng Zhan: "..."

He glanced at the bust line of her suspender nightdress, and said lightly: "It's good."

"You are reluctant to say that."

Cheng Zhan looked at her eyes: "This question is very important?"

Xiang Yueming nodded without thinking.

Suddenly, Cheng Zhan took her hand down.

A few seconds later, he looked at her blushing cheeks scorchingly, and asked in a low voice, "Do you still think my answer is reluctant?"

Xiang Yueming glared at him fiercely and withdrew his hand blushingly: "Rogue."

After scolding, she felt that it was not enough, and added: "Old hooligan."

"..."

Seeing Cheng Zhan's calm look, Xiang Yueming asked curiously: "Does your friend know that your old cow eats tender grass?"

Cheng Zhan looked at her, hugged her and walked to the kitchen: "Are you going to ask?"

Xiang Yueming choked, but didn't want to refuse: "No."

She kept her eyes closed and whispered: "I have no identity to ask."

"Ok?"

Cheng Zhan put her down and turned to catch the water: "What did you just say?"

"It's nothing."

Xiang Yueming looked at his drinking posture. He held a transparent water cup with clearly articulated fingers. The sleeves were folded up. The muscles of the forearms exposed were obvious and smooth. When he raised his head to drink water, his Adam's apple rolled and rolled, making him extra sexy.

Xiang Yueming stared at his rolling apple knot for a while, before he could look away, he was caught by Cheng Zhan.

"Do you want."

Xiang Yueming licked her lower lip, "Yes."

Taking the water glass from Cheng Zhan's hand, he took a few sips to Yueming.

"Has Jiangcheng's affairs been handled?"

"Come down for a drink?"

The two spoke at the same time.

Xiang Yueming was startled and raised his eyes to look at him.

Cheng Zhan looked at her and explained: "Almost."

Xiang Yueming nodded: "I'm hungry. I came down to find something to eat."

Cheng Zhan raised an eyebrow and looked at her eyes: "This point?"

If he remembered correctly, Xiang Yueming basically stopped eating after six o'clock in the evening. Her professional habit is terrible.

Unless it is a long holiday, I will be a little bit presumptuous.

Xiang Yueming nodded: "Well, I don't need to be filming recently, I can eat something."

Cheng Zhan didn't say anything, and lifted his hand to open the refrigerator.

He looked around, and there were only dumplings and wontons made by Aunt Xu in the refrigerator.

"Do you want to eat dumplings and wontons?"

Xiang Yueming shook her head: "Carbon water is too high." She glanced in and sighed, "Forget it, stop eating."

Cheng Zhan ignored her and cooked wontons over the fire.

"Then watch me eat."

Xiang Yueming: "..."

Is this still a person! ! !

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After a while, Cheng Zhan's wontons were cooked, and they really served a bowl.

Xiang Yueming stared at it, and wanted to go upstairs.

Just turning around, she was caught by her wrist.

"Help me get the wontons out."

"...Don't you have any hands?"

Cheng Zhan raised his eyebrows: "Okay, I will do it myself."

Xiang Yueming choked, pretending to be annoyed and stomped his feet: "Forget it, let's see if you are handsome and give it to you."

The small wontons made by Aunt Xu are especially delicious.

Xiang Yueming usually only dared to eat in the morning and noon, not at night, let alone it will be midnight.

She glanced at the big bowl of wontons, smelled the scent drifting over, her belly was singing against her.

As soon as he put it down, Cheng Zhan raised his hand to unbuckle two buttons and sat over.

Xiang Yueming rolled his eyes secretly and muttered: "Sorry."

Cheng Zhan sat down and turned his head to look at her: "Really not?"

"Yeah." Xiang Yueming couldn't slap herself in the face, forcibly suppressing hunger, and said blankly: "I'll be full just watching you eat."

"..."

Listening to this, it feels bad.

Cheng Zhan didn't care about her either, took a spoon on one side, scooped up a wonton, and blew it.

Under the dim light, the small wontons are filled with thin skin, which makes people salivate.

Xiang Yueming looked straight ahead, a little wronged.

She was walking around, and a familiar male voice came in her ear: "Open your mouth."

Xiang Yueming was taken aback, looking at the wonton that was brought to his mouth.

Cheng Zhan raised his hand and stuffed the wonton into her mouth.

"Is it hot?"

Xiang Yueming took a bite and shook his head: "It's not hot."

Cheng Zhan said "um" and continued to blow the next one.

After repeating several times, Xiang Yueming was satisfied: "You can eat by yourself, I will not eat anymore."

"Sure?" Cheng Zhan looked at her: "I just ate a few."

Xiang Yueming was taken aback, and recalled: "Six."

Cheng Zhan nodded: "Okay, get up for a run tomorrow morning."

He looked at her and said ruthlessly: "Six kilometers."

"..."

The six-kilometer battle was that when Cheng Zhan had finished eating and packed up and returned to the room, the door was locked.