Warm marriage to the bone: the domineering president's strong favor

Zheng Ya'an grabbed the director's hand: "Godfather, you have to help me, that thing can't be sent out, and I'm finished if I send it out."

"An'an, I'm not telling you not to—!"

The director hated iron but could not make steel, he wanted to get angry, but he had to be patient, because Zheng Ya'an's face was red and swollen, this was the little princess he had seen growing up since he was a child, and they held in his hands on weekdays.

Now it is beaten like this.

"Xin Yan, for my sake, don't show that video."

"Yes, but I also hope that the director will educate you as a foster daughter, otherwise I won't be the one to do it next time."

After Su Xinyan finished speaking, Zheng Yaan's complexion was like paper.

"Xiaomi, Fang Chao, let's go." Su Xinyan looked at Zheng Ya'an who was surrounded by everyone, smiled coldly, turned and left.

The staff at the scene whispered, and the director said coldly: "Go back and work with me, what are you doing here?"

Everyone scattered like birds and beasts.

The day before Feng Qingyu's cremation, Su Xinyan stood by the window of the hotel with a heavy face, and Xiaomi didn't dare to disturb her.

Half an hour passed, and Su Xinyan still showed no sign of wanting to move, so Xiaomi was finally worried.

At this time the phone rang.

The statue-like Su Xinyan finally moved, and Xiaomi quickly gave her the phone: "Sister Xinyan, it's Young Master Su."

A smile finally flashed across Su Xinyan's face: "Brother."

"Xiao Yan, have you decided yet?"

Su Xinyan pursed her lips and looked at the cloudy sky outside the window, as if she had made a very important decision: "I've made a decision."

The director returned to the hotel room with the tape he had just filmed on the set.

But in terms of dramatic conflict, it is indeed a scene of strong conflict, especially in this way, which is very attractive to the audience.

At this time, someone knocked on the door. He ordered food just now, thinking it was delivered by the hotel.

Su Xinyan didn't know what happened behind him, and said in a ghostly way: "It's pretty good."

The director was taken aback by Su Xinyan: "Why are you suddenly standing behind me?"

The director looked at the door again, it was not a food delivery at all.

"Is this scene very good? It should be Zheng Ya'an's best performance, right?" Su Xinyan raised her eyebrows and smiled.

"You are too much. Even if you want to add drama, you shouldn't do it."

Su Xinyan blinked innocently: "You think it's like Zheng Ya'an's play, it's not real, can she have such a real reaction?"

"Are you doing it for this movie? You are avenging your own personal revenge!" The director snorted coldly.

"Yes, I just want to avenge my personal revenge, or if I don't want to take revenge, I'll go and blow the pillow, and when the time comes, your drama, and the Zheng family, will end together." Su Xinyan said.

The director couldn't say a word, who was to blame for this matter, you can tell from Zheng Ya'an's attitude just now.

"My assistant almost died last night. If we hadn't found him in time, you, as the person in charge of the entire crew, would be fully responsible. Director, I understand the relationship between you and the Zheng family, but are you sure you Want to help Zheng Yaan this time?"

The director glanced sideways at Su Xinyan and said, "What do you want me to do?"

"It's business, it's not too demanding." Su Xinyan smiled, and probably guessed what the director was thinking. What did she think she was going to do?
Zheng Ya'an can be a villain, she can check and balance, but she will never become a villain like her.

The director looked straight at her.

"I'm going to take two days off."

"No."

"My dad is dead."

The director's face looked like he had swallowed an egg.

In the end, he agreed to Su Xinyan's request.

The director of the face-slapping scene that Su Xinyan added temporarily still stayed, and he was not willing to cut it.

That day, Su Xinyan asked for leave from the crew and returned to the capital.

After getting off the plane, she sent a message to Shang Yuan and said, "Feng Qingyu will be cremated tomorrow, are you coming?"

Shang Yuan didn't call her back for a long time.

After getting in the car.

The driver asked Su Xinyan: "Miss, shall we go back to the villa?"

"Go to the cemetery."

Suburban cemetery.

The sky was still gloomy, which added a bit of gloom to Su Xinyan's originally bad complexion.

At the door stood a short-haired woman holding an umbrella and wearing a long blue coat. Hearing footsteps behind her, the woman turned around.

Su Xinyan reached out to her, "Hello, Master."

This Feng Shui master who helped Su Xinyan find the tomb some time ago.

The feng shui master touched Su Xinyan's hands, and the two walked into the cemetery together.

The Feng Shui master's bangs were blown by the wind, she squinted her eyes and said, "I heard that someone came here to make trouble a few days ago."

"Well, it's not the fault of Baoquan." Feng Qingyu still kept the wedding photo with her mother, and they found out that there was this person's tomb in the cemetery, so they naturally let Feng Qingyu in.

"Don't worry, the ones in charge of security have changed this time."

Su Xinyan glanced at her, and was surprised at what she did.

"Actually, this is also reasonable."

The feng shui master said lightly: "If you do something wrong, you are doing something wrong, and you will be punished. Kindness will only give them the opportunity to make mistakes again."

"Wouldn't that be too harsh?"

The Feng Shui master smiled and said, "They are also serving customers. Are you willing to take the risk of what happened last time?"

Su Xinyan didn't speak.

The feng shui master already knew what she meant, and said, "So in some matters, being indecisive is useless."

Su Xinyan seemed to have figured something out, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes: "Someone told me before that a Feng Shui master is half a psychologist, and now I believe it."

The feng shui master said: "One is fate, two is luck and three is feng shui. Faith leads to spirit. Isn't that brother of yours planning to come to worship your father?"

"His resentment towards Feng Qingyu is deeper and longer than mine, it cannot be resolved with time, maybe it cannot be resolved in this lifetime."

"I've seen your father's horoscope. It's true that his old age was miserable, but it's not too bad. At least there is someone who can collect his body."

After chatting with the Feng Shui master for more than two hours, Su Xinyan went back to the villa by car.

When we arrived at the villa, it was raining cats and dogs, accompanied by thunder.

"Miss, you are back!" The housekeeper's excited voice suddenly sounded in the deserted hall, and some anger poured in.

"What about the young master?"

The housekeeper asked, "Young master, or sir?"

"You call me Missy, who do you think is the young master I asked?"

The butler said in surprise, "I forgot again, good morning madame."

Su Xinyan smiled, and hurried up to the second floor to find Su Nian. She was leaving again tomorrow afternoon.

Su Xinyan pushed open the door. Su Nian was wearing light gray home clothes and was sitting on the sofa reading a book.

Su Xinyan sneaked over to try to scare him.

Unexpectedly, Su Nian's vigilance was so low, she could almost see the frequency of Su Nian's chest breathing, and he hadn't noticed that she had come yet.

"Hello." Su Xinyan rushed over and hugged Su Nian, happily wanting to see how frightened he was.

Su Nian just glanced over and touched her head with his backhand: "I'm back."

"You already knew I was coming." Otherwise, why would there be no reaction at all, Su Xinyan hammered him on the chest angrily.

Su Nian closed the book, looked at the pouting Su Xinyan, and felt happy.

When talking to her on the phone yesterday, Su Xinyan still looked depressed, but now she doesn't see any sadness.

Su Nian was curious. In just twenty hours, Xiao Yan met someone.

"Why are you back so late?" Su Nian held him in his arms.

Su Xinyan kicked off her shoes and stepped on the sofa, said with a smile, "I won't tell you."

"Lu Xiao?" When the name was mentioned, Su Nian's eyes darkened.

"I didn't mention him this time, it was you who said it." Su Xinyan said hastily, as soon as Lu Xiao was mentioned, his brother's jealousy would be overturned.

As soon as the words were finished, the positions of the two changed. Su Xinyan was pressed on the sofa by Su Nian, and the cold air rushed towards him, and Su Xinyan's eyes widened.

"Are you going to see him again?"

"No, I mean you mentioned him, but you didn't say that I was going to see him." Su Xinyan saw that his anger was about to be overwhelmed, and she didn't dare to tease him anymore, so she hurriedly said, "I'm going to see him." Feng Shui Master."

"Feng Shui Master?"

"Yes, after chatting with her for a while, I suddenly wanted to leave." The haze in Su Xin's eyes really dissipated.

Su Nian snorted coldly, "She's very talkative, she can untie your knot in just a few words."

"No way, bro, you even want to eat jealousy from women?"

Su Xinyan couldn't believe it.

Su Nian let go of her, and sat aside to pick up the book again. Su Xinyan stared at him. Su Nian's skin was fair. When he went to the training camp, he came back with a bronze tan, but now he has returned.

Su Xinyan saw that even his ears were red.

"Brother, what are you thinking about? Your ears are all red."

Su Nian glanced at her indifferently.

Su Xinyan took his book away and got into his arms: "I read the book there. I asked my elder brother just now when I came here, but my elder brother didn't agree to go."

"Shang Yuan has his own ideas."

"Of course I know, I won't force my elder brother to do what he doesn't want to do, but I think it's not good for him if the hatred in his heart is not released." Su Xinyan sighed.

"how about you?"

"I?"

"You hate Feng Qingyu."

Su Xinyan hooked Su Nian's neck, her eyes traced his sharp outline, and her fingertips ran across his thin lips from the bridge of her nose: "I have you, the most correct thing Feng Qingyu has done in his life is Send me to you."

"Xiao Yan." Su Nian's throat was hoarse.

"It's just this sentence, you—" Su Xinyan let out a scream and was picked up by Su Nian, "Don't stop, brother, I have a fear of low altitudes, what are you doing? I haven't eaten yet!"

"I didn't eat it either, I'm preparing it now."

What a tiger's word!
Su Xinyan looked in the direction of the bathroom and said, "I want to take a shower."

"Together."

Why did they become together? It's only evening now, and if this continues, her life will almost die!

As Su Xinyan expected, Su Nian only fed her something in the middle of the night. Su Xinyan hadn't woken up yet, so she drank the soup in a daze.