Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

After entering the room, Ye Liang found that it was not as comfortable as before. The air temperature was a bit low, and the waist and legs of her dress were chilly.

"Cold?" The man in the wheelchair looked at her sideways and asked.

Her face was indifferent, "It's okay."

After that, the air conditioner was turned up two degrees, and it didn't feel so cold.

Ye Liang glanced at the red wine on the table, raised his eyebrows slightly, "It's just the three of us here, nostalgic? Telling stories? Playing games?"

She really can't think of anything else to do?
But if it's okay, Fan Xiaozheng obviously has no intention of leaving, and Mei Shurang on Facebook is also sipping red wine leisurely.

"Wait for someone." Mei Shao then looked at the time and said.

She understood that they still had business to discuss.

So he said, "Or, shall I wait outside?"

Not interested in hearing them talk about business.

While talking, the door of the room was pushed open, Sheng Chun led a group of two people in, said "Director Jiang is here." and then left.

Director Jiang?director?
Ye Liang looked at the man who just came in, and then at Fan Xiaozheng. Is he planning to invest in film and television recently?Otherwise, why find a director.

"Hello, Mr. Fan! I have heard of you for a long time!" When the other party came, he went straight to Fan Xiaozheng and shook hands proactively.

But to be honest, Ye Liang didn't see that he had long admired Fan Xiaozheng.

In other words, apart from a surname, Fan Xiaozheng is relatively unknown in the business and entertainment circles compared to those celebrities. That is to say, it was recently revealed that the husband and wife are playing their own games, and the popularity is a little high.

That's not to the point where the director sees a business opportunity?
She thought their conversation had nothing to do with her, so her mind was running wild.

The next second, that director Jiang turned his attention to her, "Who is this?"

Ye Liang paused for a moment and didn't respond.

Fan Xiaozheng spoke at the right time: "Menghui, Miss Meng, the assistant mentioned it to you earlier."

mentioned?

Yeliang's expression became more and more puzzled, when did he mention her to others?
Director Jiang opened his mouth in a daze of comprehension, "Oh~", and then looked at her again, full of surprise, "So you are Miss Menghui, you can be regarded as seeing your true face!"

Only then did she look over in confusion, "Have you seen me?"

Her face, the number of times she showed up in the capital is really one of a handful, even if she goes out now, she still has to draw scars to look like Mrs. Fan.

Jiang Mengfan's face was full of smiles, "I have indeed seen you, but Ms. Meng must have never seen me. The last time I saw you in a cafe by chance, and after a few inquiries, it has been quite a long time... ..."

He thought he couldn't find this person, so he used his social account to send messages, but he didn't expect someone to contact him.

Yeliang looked at Fan Xiaozheng suspiciously, he recommended her to this director?
Maybe because he saw her group at the moment, Jiang Mengfan handed over his business card directly and said, "This is my business card. If Ms. Meng doesn't dislike it, I'm really here tonight to cooperate."

Out of courtesy, she brought her business card over.

Apart from the name and number on the business card, there are no other bells and whistles, and his achievements cannot be seen.

Usually, she doesn't pay attention to the entertainment industry, and she really doesn't know this character.

I had to smile politely, "Mr. Jiang may not know, I have no connection with the showbiz, so there may not be any cooperation."

Jiang Mengfan hurriedly waved his hand, "Actually, I'm just looking for a partner who is not in the circle, but has excellent conditions in all aspects."

Ye Liang glanced at Fan Xiaozheng and Mei Shurang who were at the side. These two obviously didn't intend to interrupt, and they were quite comfortable being the audience.

"That's it." Jiang Mengfan explained to her patiently: "I'm currently doing a shoot, 'Oriental Secret Land', which is a form of travel shooting, and I've been looking for models."

After all, Ye Liang couldn't help but smile, "Why would Director Jiang think I'm suitable?"

Jiang Mengfan looked at her, and only said: "I won't make a mistake."

Then I poured two glasses of wine, one of which was given to her, and said, "I really don't know about Miss Meng's previous occupation, but I am absolutely sincere, so I will try my best to satisfy whatever request you ask."

She seemed a little helpless, "To be honest, first of all, I am not short of money, and moreover, I am really not interested in your business. Besides, I should not be able to spare time to travel and shoot with your team."

I don't know why Fan Xiaozheng suddenly went crazy, why do you think she would agree to this kind of cooperation?
Jiang Mengfan smiled, "It's okay, Miss Meng doesn't need to agree immediately, there is still more than a month, you can think about it carefully, and I will also behave seriously!"

As he spoke, the other party looked at her hesitantly, hesitated for a while, and asked, "Is Miss Meng single?"

Ye Liang was stunned.

From the corner of the eye, he subconsciously glanced in the direction of Fan Xiaozheng, but withdrew again, smiled faintly, and nodded, "Yes."

The man sitting beside him frowned inaudibly, then continued to sip the red wine in his hand, without interrupting.

Jiang Mengfan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "When I'm free, I'll treat Ms. Meng to dinner. You can learn about the cooperation slowly."

Yeliang didn't want to agree just now, but now, her smile deepened, and she still nodded, "Okay."

The two touched glasses, but Ye Liang said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I can't drink for these two days."

Jiang Mengfan froze for a moment, and then said with a clear face, "It's okay, you can do whatever you want!"

"Director Jiang doesn't look very old, but from what you said, this travel shoot seems to have a different meaning from other ordinary photography?"

When it comes to his profession, Jiang Mengfan's eyes are clearly brightened, and he tends to talk about it with eloquence.

"Oriental Mystery" is indeed an innovative shooting. It will be photographed wherever it travels, and it will be published in Oriental magazines in the end, showing the unique beauty of each country in a country.

The concept itself is very high-end, and the form is special. To be honest, Ye Liang was really interested, so the next chat was considered speculative.

But the face of a certain man beside him was not so easy to describe.

When Jiang Mengfan left, Yeliang even delivered it to the door.

"Did Jiang not bring the driver?" She looked at the car not far away, but she didn't see the driver waiting, but the person who came with him just now was gone now.

Jiang Mengfan smiled, "I have to find a replacement driver. It's okay, Miss Meng, go up first, it's a bit cold outside, can't you catch the cold these two days?"

She smiled lightly.

The two finally hugged before saying goodbye.

Back upstairs again, Fan Xiaozheng went to the terrace again, probably watching her leave Jiang Mengfan the whole time.

"Can we go?" She glanced at Fan Xiaozheng lightly.

The man over there still kept the red wine in his hand, raised his eyebrows slightly, and finally put down his glass.

Going down the stairs, until he got into the car, he finally said, "Have a good conversation?"

Ye Liang smiled faintly, "Isn't it just what you want? Although I don't know why Mr. Fan suddenly kindly introduced me to the way to make money, but you are definitely not the one who suffers. How much benefit you have received if you don't guarantee it!"

The man turned his head and looked at her slightly.

Then for some reason, I suddenly changed the subject completely, "How about the clothes?"

She was puzzled at first, then looked down and nodded perfunctorily, "It's fine, what's the matter?"

The man's thin lips curled up slightly, and he turned his body slightly to face her, "I helped you broker a deal, don't you intend to show something?"

This topic started out of nowhere, and it seemed to be traceable, so that she was thinking about how to answer his words so as not to fall into any pit.

He patted the seat next to him and motioned for her to sit over.

Ye Liang complied.

"Planning to travel and shoot?" he asked.

She didn't say whether she had any plans, but just asked: "Don't you want me to cooperate with others?"

The man smiled lowly, took a hand from her and looked at her casually, looking at her seriously, and said, "I hope, you can go, when did you wink like this?"

Ye Liang laughed at himself, "Didn't Mr. Fan say it himself? Adults have to learn to grow up, don't do things absolutely, don't fight against absolute forces, for example..."

She looked very upright, and looked at him meaningfully.

However, Fan Xiaozheng narrowed his eyes slightly, probably because her clothes tonight are eye-catching enough, plus her somewhat charming and charming eyes at the moment.

"You often go to Ye Zhuang to learn all these things?"

Ye Liang knew that he was mocking her for being good at pleasing men now, so she wasn't angry, instead she kept smiling, "That way, people have to bow their heads under the eaves."

She also took the initiative to lean against him, "You want me to cooperate with Director Jiang, I must nod, otherwise, let alone go to the hospital to see the old man."

Now that Mr. Fan is awake, Ye Liang really wants to see him urgently, at least he must apologize, and there are other things to talk about.

After she finished speaking, she found that Fan Xiaozheng was silent for a while.

Turning to look at him, the four eyes met.

He had been looking at her quietly for a while, before asking in a deep voice: "If you don't want to see the old man, there is really no reason to stay by my side?"

The expression on her face also faded.

After all, this is a sensitive topic.

After thinking about it in silence for a while, she simply decided not to answer this question.

But Fan Xiaozheng turned her body around, fixed his eyes on her, and forced her to answer yes.

Yeliang finally smiled helplessly, "What kind of answer do you want to hear?"

The man's thin lips moved slightly, "Isn't it good to say nice things to others?"

How can that be the same?Saying nice things to him will only make him despise her more.

"I want to squint for a while." She simply changed the subject.

The man frowned slightly.

She could clearly feel his displeasure, or, in fact, since she and Jiang Mengfan had a happy conversation, his breath was quite dull.

Ye Liang wanted to sit back to his previous position, but his wrist was still pinched by him.

In this entanglement, for some reason, the small bag she was carrying fell under the seat.

She had also ridden in this car more than once. She looked down and couldn't see where the bag was dropped, so she turned on the light before bending over to pick it up.

When he picked up the bag, his eyes touched something in a corner under the front seat, and he paused.

The man could feel her movements froze and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yeliang took the bag and stood up straight, smiled, "It's okay, I'll sleep for a while."

Fan Xiaozheng was still staring at her eyes, she smiled forcedly just now, you can tell at a glance.

So, he looked back and glanced under the seat.

Meifeng also frowned.

Last time An Yan's rubber band fell under the seat.

If I remember correctly, after An Yan took the rubber band, the small box was put back in the bag, why did it appear here?

"Sleep." He leaned back in his chair and answered her.

Ye Liang looked at the hand he was holding, dissatisfied, "How can I sleep with you like this?"

The man turned his head, "You can rely on me for free, can't you sleep?"

She put the bag on the other side, "I'm comfortable on the seat."

"Use me as a seat."

Yeliang didn't say a word, and didn't rely on him.

After a stalemate for a while, Fan Xiaozheng raised his hand and directly turned her head over, pressing it on his shoulder.

She frowned, straightened up, raised her hand to straighten her hair, her face was full of displeasure.

The man also stared at her dissatisfied, "Don't sleep, do something else?"

Ye Liang closed her eyes, and just because she knew what he was talking about, she took a deep breath because she didn't know where the emotion came from.

"It seems that Mr. Fan likes to do that kind of thing in the car, but after finishing with the last lady, shouldn't the car be washed and cleaned next time?" She finished speaking in a cadence, looking at him.

Knowing that she was talking about An Yan and the rubber band left on the car.

The man is also staring at her.

Often such a confrontation, the atmosphere is always very depressing, and Ye Liang can't bear it the most.

But just as she was about to avoid it, his eyes fell on her pursed lips.

When Ye Liang realized what he wanted to do, he had already sat down, held her, folded her hand behind her head and kissed her.

This is really the best way to cure her yin and yang.

No matter how hard she struggled, she remained motionless, and the deeper the kiss, it made her dizzy.

Now she finally knows the biggest use of the clothes he chose for her tonight.

The hem of the skirt only reached above the knees, so a man could easily succeed, no matter how she guarded against it, it was useless.

"Fan Xiaozheng..." She couldn't breathe, and she didn't want to be like him.

It's a pity that half of the words were swallowed by him.

The man did not know when he got out of the wheelchair, turned off the lights in the car with his backhand, and opened the front and rear screens.

She knew that the two of them were almost trading now, and if she wanted to see Fan Lijun, she had to follow him.

But at the last moment, she still couldn't help calling a stop, pursing her lips and looking at him.

The man looked at her with lowered eyebrows, breathing heavily, "What?"

Yeliang's brain was short of oxygen, and he organized the words several times, "Do you think that now I can do whatever you want?"

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, "Aggrieved?"

She laughed from the bottom of her heart, "Indeed."

For several seconds, he didn't speak, he stroked her lips with his fingertips, and then kissed her, tenderly back and forth.

For a long time, when she was almost in a daze, she heard the man's low whisper, "Love me?"

As if something hit her chest suddenly, she opened her eyes in a daze, and was blindfolded by him again, "Ask you, do you love?"