Pampering

Chapter 9:

There was a strange silence in the box.

Xiang Yueming wanted to say something for a while, before suffocating a sentence: "Do you dare to say this in front of Cheng Zhan?"

Yu Yuan raised her eyebrows, confidently: "I only dare to speak in front of you."

Xiang Yueming: "..."

Yu Yuan looked at her, her eyes curled and dazzling: "What? I said less or more, isn't this half an hour as you said."

"..."

Xiang Yueming looked at her eyes: "Don't give me a yellow accent, Cheng Zhan is not someone who will mess around in the office."

"Really." Yu Yuan didn't believe it at all: "Next time you try to seduce him in the office, you can see if he will be foolish."

Xiang Yueming was speechless: "I will not do this boring thing."

Yu Yuan snorted and unceremoniously opened up his friend: "Are you doing less boring things in Cheng Zhan."

Xiang Yueming choked, unable to refute.

She thought about it for a while, and she did a lot of boring things in front of Cheng Zhan, and they were very exaggerated. Basically it can be seen through at a glance, but Cheng Zhan... never reveals her.

Xiang Yueming doesn't know if he likes to watch his "acting" or if she thinks that her work is irrelevant, before it can attract his attention.

Thinking of this, Xiang Yueming felt indescribable. She pursed her lower lip and said softly, "Don't talk about him."

Yu Yuan was startled, "What's the matter?"

"No." Xiang Yueming looked at her: "I just don't want to mention him."

Yu Yuan knew it, and didn't continue this topic.

She calmly said: "I heard some rumors in the circle."

Xiang Yueming raised an eyebrow: "What?"

"Song Fei's, it is said that many endorsements and roles she signed before have been terminated. She should be completely hidden by the company."

Xiang Yueming said "Oh" without comment.

Yu Yuan looked at her amused: "Do you think this counts as an irritated beauty?"

Hearing this, Xiang Yueming pretended to be stupid: "Who is Hong Yan?"

Yu Yuan blanked her eyes: "Speaking of business, have you accepted Xinchun's endorsement?"

"Still thinking about it." Xiang Yueming looked at her with his chin, "The other party gave a condition."

"What is it?"

"Let me participate in a dance variety show sponsored by the brand."

Yu Yuan: "..."

She paused and asked in a low voice, "Then what do you think?"

Xiang Yueming thought about it for a while, and said slowly: "I want to, but I am a little scared."

Yu Yuan knew it.

She thought for a while, and said softly: "If you want, then try again."

Xiang Yueming didn't say a word.

Yu Yuan said: “I’ll try again while I still can’t move. I can’t give up again.”

Xiang Yueming lowered his eyes, drank the juice in front of him, feeling the sour and astringent taste of lemon juice.

She was quiet for a while, then sighed and said, "I will struggle for a while."

"Yeah." Yu Yuan raised his hand and patted her head: "If you participate in the competition, I will also go to see your live performance if you ask for leave."

Xiang Yueming bends her lips, and there is a little smile in her pupils: "Okay."

Cheng Zhan has been relatively busy recently, and the company is developing a new project, which has been the focus of recent years.

But the other party is a little bit difficult to communicate, and dealing with it makes people tired.

When he got home, it was almost twelve o'clock.

Cheng Zhan glanced into the room, and there was a light on the first floor, dispelling the night.

He opened the door, and the living room was empty.

Not surprisingly, Cheng Zhan raised his hand to loosen his tie and lowered his head to change his shoes.

When he walked to the door of the master bedroom, Cheng Zhan paused when he twisted the doorknob, and turned to another room.

Xiang Yueming sleeps lightly and wakes up with a little sound.

What Zhan didn't expect was that when he came out of the shower, there was an extra person in the guest room.

He glanced at the person curled up on the bed playing with the phone, and was slightly surprised: "Wake you up?"

Xiang Yueming raised his eyes to look at him: "No."

Cheng Zhan knew it, and definitely said: "Insomnia."

"Yeah." Xiang Yueming watched him for a long while, lifted the quilt and got up, kneeling on the side of the bed: "I'll blow your hair."

Cheng Zhan paused with the towel in his hand, stared at her for a long while, and asked faintly: "What's wrong?"

"..."

Xiang Yueming: "Nothing."

"what do you want?"

Xiang Yueming didn't say a word to him.

Cheng Zhan frowned and asked, "Are you bullied?"

Xiang Yueming rolled his eyes, unbearably pulled the pillow and threw it over: "Cheng Zhan, do I have such a good sense in your eyes."

Cheng Zhan didn't speak up.

He stared at her scorchingly for a long while, then pulled the person into his arms: "Speak well."

"It's you who don't speak well!" Xiang Yueming struggled, but couldn't get away: "You let me go."

Cheng Zhan never bothered with her on such matters. He looked down at her for a long while, and intuitively felt that Xiang Yueming's mood was not right.

"What happened?"

"No."

Xiang Yueming said stiffly: "Don't forget me, I will go to sleep."

Cheng Zhan didn't even think about it, and said bluntly: "Not insomnia?"

Xiang Yueming choked and stared at him from anger.

Cheng Zhan bends his lower lip silently, "I'll get a hair dryer."

After speaking, he did not let go of Xiang Yueming.

After a while, the hair dryer buzzed in the bedroom.

Xiang Yueming weakly blew him for three minutes, "Okay."

Cheng Zhan answered and turned to look at her: "Aren't you sleepy?"

Xiang Yueming's eyes are sore, but she just can't sleep. She nodded helplessly: "Yeah."

As soon as the voice fell, Cheng Zhan picked her up: "Then do something to make you fall asleep."

"..."

Xiang Yueming didn't refuse, and took the initiative to hook his neck, and immediately turned into a fairy.

She actively rubbed his chest, raised her head and kissed him. Her lips were soft, and she kissed his jawline, her tongue swirling on top.

Cheng Zhan paused and looked down at her in warning: "Don't want to go back to the room?"

Xiang Yueming's face was not red and his heart was not beating.

The next second, she was pressed under the corridor wall.

The lights in the corridor are not incandescent, but a little antique, like a rendered lantern effect.

Faint yellow tone, very gentle.

The wind at the end of the corridor blows in, blowing the two voices apart, like a moving nocturne. It makes people think again and again, and it makes people feel excited.

Under the night lights, people can see it not so real, but it is clear.

Xiang Yueming bit her lip, not wanting to make a sound.

But a man's inferiority is too strong, and the more she doesn't want to speak out, the more Cheng Zhan wants to hear her tactful tone in the situation.

When she called, Cheng Zhan would feel that it was worth dying on her.

...

Xiang Yueming's body was like a string stretched. She didn't have any support, her toes curled up together, and her breathing became less smooth.

Hasty, anxious color. It's all there.

Mingyuan is a detached house, and there are no other houses around.

It is independently on the edge, and on the other side is an artificial lake view, which is very beautiful.

Many flowers are planted around the lake. The wind blows, and the fragrance of flowers penetrates into the nose.

The night is dim.

While sinking, Xiang Yueming smelled the fragrance of flowers, the familiar smell of the man, and an unspeakable smell.

Lie on the bed again, Xiang Yueming's eyelids are too heavy to open.

But there was one big thing in her mind: "Cheng Zhan."

"Huh?" Cheng Zhan's voice was hoarse and touched her lips: "What."

"Corridor, clean up."

Cheng Zhan: "...I know."

Xiang Yueming fell asleep in one second.

Cheng Zhan stared at her sleeping face for a moment, and then had to go outside to do finishing work.

After packing, Cheng Zhan went to the study.

"Ms. Cheng." Ding Quan's heart was about to jump out after receiving a call from the boss in the middle of the night.

Cheng Zhan responded and asked in a low voice: "Where did she go this afternoon?"

Ding Quan was taken aback, and immediately knew who he was asking.

"Ms. Xiang and Ms. Yu have been in the mall and didn't go anywhere else."

Cheng Zhan frowned, thinking about Xiang Yueming's insomnia problem, "Have you met anyone?"

Ding Quan's scalp tightened, and he said quickly, "I'll check it."

Cheng Zhan said "Um" and said lightly: "Tell me tomorrow."

"Yes."

When Xiang Yueming woke up the next morning, Cheng Zhan was no longer at home.

She didn't care too much. After breakfast, Xiaoxi arrived.

Xiang Yueming is going to an acting class today. The teacher Xia asked her was a senior who was semi-retired in the film school, and was a teacher of many well-known actors in the circle.

This time, it was a small stove for her.

After getting in the car, he greeted Yueming and Xiaoxi, and called sister Xia.

"Is there an answer?" Sister Xia asked.

Xiang Yueming tilted his head and looked at the vigorous scenery outside the window: "Yeah. I agree."

Sister Xia was slightly startled, with a little surprise: "Really?"

Xiang Yueming: "Really."

"Okay." Sister Xia suppressed her excitement, and said quickly: "Then I will contact Xinchun immediately, if I can tell you the first time."

Xiang Yue clearly said: "Tell me if you communicate well."

"Okay." Sister Xia said, "By the way, you come to the company after the acting class, and I got some good scripts here."

"it is good."

The teacher who taught Xiang Yueming lives in the school, a relatively large dormitory for faculty and staff, which is full of life.

Sister Xia said hello in advance. Moreover, Xiang Yueming discovered that the teacher had actually taught them before, but it was a kind of large classroom with a lot of people.

Of course, this is not the point. The point is that Xiang Yueming knows the teacher's wife.

Inexplicably, Xiang Yueming was still a little nervous.

She pressed the doorbell and took a deep breath.

The door opened and a decent smile was raised to Yueming: "Wei..." Before he could say anything, the person standing in front of him laughed, "Wei what?"

Xiang Yueming was startled, and came back to his senses: "Ms. He."

He Cheng nodded and looked at her: "Are you the student who came to class?"

Xiang Yueming responded.

He Cheng smiled and turned sideways: "Come in."

Xiang Yueming didn't move.

Seeing her posture, He Cheng smiled and asked, "Don't dare to enter?"

"No." Xiang Yueming was surprised: "Why is Teacher He here?"

"Come back to see the teacher."

Xiang Yueming said "Oh", before he had time to speak, a woman's voice came from inside: "Who's here?"

While talking, she saw Xiang Yueming.

"Xiao Yue'er is here."

Xiang Yueming nodded and shouted: "Mother."

Li Wen looked at her and smiled, and beckoned: "Come in."

"Good." Xiang Yueming changed his shoes and walked in.

Li Wen pointed at He Cheng, who was closing the door behind him, and asked in a low voice, "Do you know each other?"

Xiang Yueming nodded and said solemnly: "There should be no one who doesn't know Teacher He."

Li Wen chuckles: "It's true that our face value, strength and flow are all top-notch He actor, well-deserved reputation."

He Chengwan: "Mother, please don't make fun of me."

Li Wen smiled and shook her head: "Xiao Yueer, did I say something wrong?"

"……No."

After entering, Teacher Wei who taught Xiang Yueming was already waiting.

After greeted and introduced, Teacher Wei gave her a class. He Cheng didn't leave either, and sat next to him.

In the beginning, Xiang Yueming was a little uncomfortable.

But after another thought, I felt that there was nothing to care about. The performance itself is for others to see, don't care about the person watching it.

All morning, Xiang Yueming had been in class seriously.

At the break, Wei Chang turned his head to look at his proud student: "How do you feel?"

He Cheng took a sip of tea and seriously commented: "Not enough for the show."

He looked at Xiang Yueming: "You have talent, but the emotions in your eyes are not enough." He bluntly said: "Your eyes are too clear in space, you did not substitute yourself in the role. You are acting like a bystander, and Not the real protagonist."

Xiang Yueming didn't say a word.

Wei Chang smiled: "Yes." He looked at Xiang Yueming and said, "Do you not like acting?"

"No." Xiang Yueming said: "I like it."

Wei Chang smiled and shook his head: "You have to feel the joy of acting and find what you like, so that you can substitute yourself."

Xiang Yueming listened humbly.

At lunch time, Xiang Yueming had planned to leave, but was held back by Li Wen.

"Why are you going, I have something to talk to you."

Blinking to Yueming.

Wei Chang also smiled: "Let's eat here at noon, just He Cheng, a young man, and four of them are just right."

Kindness is hard to come by.

Xiang Yueming smiled, "Then trouble teacher and mother."

After eating, Li Wen took her to work.

Li Wen is a well-known screenwriter, but her script is different from another well-known screenwriter. She is more of the kind of historical drama, which will be relatively boring, but it is meaningful to savor it carefully.

"I have a script for you to see."

Xiang Yueming was taken aback, then pointed at himself: "Me?"

Li Wen nodded: "It's you, I think about it, this role is quite suitable for you." After that, she quickly said: "Of course, the premise is that you can successfully graduate from Teacher Wei."

"..."

Xiang Yueming was flattered, "But now I—"

"Of course not now." Li Wen looked at her eyes: "I just show you first, you write me a personal biography."

She looked at Xiang Yueming: "Are there any difficulties?"

"No."

Xiang Yueming will not refuse this kind of pie that falls from the sky: "Thank you, Teacher Li."

Li Wen reminded her to vaccinate her: "It may not be you, but you can try if you are interested. When the time comes, it will be publicly audited."

"it is good."

When Xiang Yueming left Teacher Wei, He Cheng also said goodbye.

The two left together.

Xiang Yueming kept keeping a close distance with him, walked downstairs, He Cheng turned to look at her, "Where to go next?"

Xiang Yueming was distracted, caught off guard and said "Ah": "What?"