Time and you are my fault

Chu Yi frowned, "Did you not apply mosquito repellent cream?"

"No, I can't see the location."

Chuy, "..."

Is this blaming her for being heartless?
She hesitated for a while, thinking that he brought her here to deal with the copyright matter, and gave Yu Cheng a gift of hundreds of millions in her name, she still got up, took the mosquito repellent cream on the table and went back to bed.

Turn on the flashlight of the mobile phone, and the light reflects colorful colors.

She was shrouded in light and shadow, with her legs crossed and her head bowed.

The long strands of hair fell down her shoulders and fell on his body.

The man lay there without moving, quietly looking at her profile covered in light and shadow.

Her eyes were focused, with star-like highlights in her amber eyes.

His fingers were dipped in the cold ointment, and he rubbed gently on his neck.

Chu Yi suddenly remembered that when he applied the ointment to her, he even blew on it.

Does she want to blow it?
J.

Tighten the cap of the mosquito repellent cream and get up.

The corner of the pajamas was suddenly grabbed by him.

The two stared at each other under the light of the flashlight.

The emotions in his eyes are clearly visible.

He opened his thin lips lightly, "You haven't blown on me yet."

Chu Yi pulled back her clothes, and said in disgust, "Are you a child? Do you still want to brag?"

"I blew it for you." His voice was accusing.

Chuy, "..."

Under his obstinate and stubborn gaze, Chuy frowned, then raised his hair with one hand, and pushed his chin to one side, "Blow, why are you acting like a child..."

The man's cheek was pressed against her palm, and the peppermint air was blown to his neck, and the cold feeling of the mosquito repellent cream became stronger and stronger.

The feeling of being taken care of by her made him even more greedy.

Chuy blew two breaths in a row, and when she was about to blow the third breath, her hand was suddenly held backwards, and immediately after that, her whole body was crushed.

The mobile phone stuck on the wall was knocked upside down on the bed sheet due to the vibration of the mattress.

A few strands of light leaked through the gap between the phone and the bed sheet, and the jumping dust lingered around the two of them.

The man looked down at the woman's shocked eyes condescendingly. She seemed to be frightened, her pink lips parted slightly.

He closed his eyes and leaned over to hold the softness in his mouth.

It was a tender, compassionate kiss.

A shallow caress, only the interlacing of breathing.

Chuy blinked, and even forgot to resist.

She opened her eyes, so she could clearly see his trembling eyelashes and the high bridge of his nose.

Cupping his cheeks with both hands, parting his lips.

He opened his eyes and looked at her quietly, "Yiyi, there are still seven days until our wedding."

"Stop making trouble, okay?"

His hand stroked her cheek lightly, drawing on her eyebrows and eyes.

Suddenly, Chu Yi closed her eyes, her voice was hoarse, "I'm sleepy."

He looked at her quietly, seeing that her expression was not the slightest wave.

After a long time, a very shallow sigh floated in the room.

He turned off the flashlight of the mobile phone, pulled up the quilt and covered her.

The room was very quiet, only the sound of each other's shallow breathing.

But outside the window, the moonlight was thick, and the insects were singing one after another, forming one piece.

It was four o'clock in the morning when Chuy woke up again.

It was dawn, the air was fresh, and the chirping of insects seemed to last all night.

She lifted the quilt, but was grabbed by the wrist by the man with his eyes closed.

"I'm going to the bathroom." She said softly.

Only then did he let go.

Chu Yi looked at him carefully for a few seconds, and seeing that he didn't seem to wake up, she got up, changed her clothes and left the room.

Outside the house, when Yu Cheng, who is used to getting up early, saw Chu Yi, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Not used to sleeping?"

Chu Yi shook his head.

"Walking with me?"

"it is good."

Away from the noise and exhaust of the city, the air here is fresh and refreshing.

The two came to the entrance of the vegetable garden, and Chu Yi followed behind Yu Cheng step by step, carrying a big bamboo basket.

"Look at these dishes, I take care of them myself. Pick whatever you want." Yu Chengxiang was showing off his most proud work, and pointed to Chu Yi at his own country.

"Mr. Yu, I have a question to ask you." Chu Yi thought for a moment.

"Script copyright?"

Chu Yi nodded, "The script, like the vegetable garden, is your painstaking effort. You said that I can pick whatever you want from this vegetable garden, but why do you have to take back the copyright temporarily?"

Yu Cheng walked to the tomato shelf, picked some and put them in the bamboo basket, "I heard from my Tongtong that you are a gourmet anchor."

"Yes, I like to cook, so I took this as a career."

"A person who can cook is very good at controlling the temperature and proportion, and also cherishes the ingredients." Yu Cheng replied pointedly.

Chu Yi was bathed in the morning light, and realized suddenly.

Seeing the girl's dazed expression, Yu Cheng smiled faintly, "You didn't follow the script, so you don't know. The director and your screenwriter have changed my work beyond recognition."

"Your small company, in order to bring in newcomers, is desperately adding drama to the supporting roles. For a dish, the seasoning is the seasoning, and the side dish is the side dish." Yu Cheng put a pumpkin into Chu Yi's bamboo basket.

With a heavy arm, Chu Yi raised her head and said to the old man, "I'm so sorry, old man, if you don't take back the copyright, then our adapted script will be reviewed by you first. If you agree, we will shoot again."

"Can you be the master?"

"Yes." Chu Yi replied with absolute certainty.

Yu Cheng didn't answer, but picked a small bunch of fennel and put it in the basket.

"Go pick fruit."

Chu Yi didn't know if this was an affirmative answer, so she could only follow Yu Cheng eagerly.

In the orchard, the two picked grapes and raspberries and walked towards the main house.

Far away, she saw a figure coming towards her from a distance.

Zong Yanxiu had already changed his clothes, and reached out to take the bamboo basket from Chu Yi's hand.

Yu Cheng smiled, "Respect the old and love the young, do you know, why don't you carry my basket for me?"

Zong Yanxiu held the bamboo basket in one hand, and held Chu Yi's hand in the other, "You will grow stronger and stronger, and you don't need the help of the younger generation."

Yu Cheng laughed out loud and strode forward.

The morning dew was heavy, and Chu Yi's calf was stained with a lot of dew.

The man frowned slightly.

After returning to the main house, he led her back to the bedroom, took a towel, squatted in front of her, and wiped off all the dew on her calf.

Warm palms held her slightly cool calf, "Is it cool?"

She shook her head.

With something on her mind, she looked absent-minded.

After breakfast, the two left the courtyard.

But until he left, Yu Cheng didn't give Chu Yi a positive reply.

On the way back, Chu Yi was worried, staring at the scenery outside in a daze.

"What are you thinking?" he asked.

"Mr. Yu didn't reply until the end." She leaned weakly on the back of the chair.

"So worried."

"It's all money. After the initial investment, the actors have to enter the stage. If I don't shoot, I can't afford the liquidated damages. What's more, some people are forcing me to pay back the anchor's liquidated damages."

Chuy folded her arms, and the last sentence sounded a bit yin and yang.

Zong Yanxiu smiled helplessly, "Mr. Yu answered."

"Yes? Why didn't you tell me!" After hearing this, Chu Yi regained her spirits.

He glanced at her, saw her excited face, and hooked the corners of her lips.

"He sold the copyright to me."