Tired ABO

Chu Yan's job in the afternoon was to shoot a promotional video for K's perfume brand. When he arrived at the shooting location ahead of time with Tang Cong, the field worker who arranged the scene hadn't reacted yet.

"Is it Mr. Chu?" There was a young assistant over there who found him first, and ran over in a hurry holding the notebook he was recording, his face was dripping with sweat, and his little face was flushed.

The summer is getting hotter and hotter, but it's not time to turn on the central air conditioner. I've been busy all morning and I'm naturally tired.

Chu Yan smiled and said yes, and waved Tang Cong to distribute the iced milk tea he was carrying.

The director was having lunch in the next room, and when he heard that Chu Yan was coming, he hurriedly came out of the room to say hello.

"Hi, hello." Seeing that he was a young director in his twenties, Chu Yan outlined a comfortable and friendly smile, and raised his hand playfully to greet him.

"Yan, brother Yan, hello." The director was a little nervous, rubbing his hand on his clothes before reaching out.

Chu Yan clasped it back, smiled, and frowned.

When Tang Cong came back from delivering the milk tea, he saw Chu Yan, who was smiling kindly and evilly, and all the people standing in front of him who had the hearts of boys and girls in their hearts and their moods were turbulent, and smiled cryptically.

Chu Yan's face has confused many fans who are not yet involved in the society.

Chu Yan has always been well-received in the circle, and he treats people and things with high quotient, but the directors who have worked with him dare not invite him a second time. When asked why, Chu Yan is too serious.

It's okay if you didn't make him dissatisfied, but if you do, you can take the place and quit.

This time, Chu Yan was in a good mood until the filming started.

Tang Cong looked at Chu Yan who had changed his clothes and put on makeup from the side. He was sitting on a small stool with his face propped up in a daze.

Tang Cong also felt that Chu Yan was easy to coax, and that such things as being blocked from the show made Deng Jun cut it off in a few words and didn't mention it again.

When the filming officially started, Tang Cong was waiting behind the camera, holding a pot of water in his hand.

This time Chu Yan took a perfume advertisement, the most famous aphrodisiac fragrance of K perfume, he needs to shoot that kind of sexy and unpretentious,

Natural and beautiful sense of randomness.

The reason why the K family chose Chu Yan is also because of the gentle and non-aggressive sexiness he exudes unconsciously, coupled with that beautiful face, Chu Yan's peachy eyes only need to be picked up gently, and he feels lazy. There you have it.

After taking one shot, Chu Yan was wrapped in a bathrobe and bent over behind the monitor to look back. He squinted, then suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed at the top of the screen with his slender fingers, "Here, this, um, and there... all to retake,"

"What's the matter with the light, the window screen has been re-installed."

"Crease the quilt on the bed a little more."

"Soup Cong."

"Hey!" Tang Cong heard that Chu Yan suddenly called him, and hurriedly responded, pushing forward from the crowd behind him, "What's wrong, Brother Yan."

Chu Yan took the water bottle in his hand, tore off the bathrobe, and sprayed randomly into the middle of the skirt.

Tang Cong looked at his drenched skirt, "Brother Yan, did you spray too much?"

Chu Yan glanced at him lightly.

Tang Cong consciously shut his mouth, took the kettle with both hands, and quietly backed away.

The director who had just listened to Chu Yan's suggestion happily obeyed his arrangement and sent someone to clean up. After the order was over, he beckoned Chu Yan with a smile on his face, "Brother Yan, what else do you need?"

Chu Yan raised his eyebrows and looked at him inexplicably, then opened his mouth and said, "Are you the director or I am the director."

The young director was stunned, never expecting to be so humiliated by him.

After finishing speaking, Chu Yan went to the make-up artist, ignored the monitor, borrowed an eyeliner, faced the small mirror, and smacked under the eyelids, darkening the little red mole.

In order to create an atmosphere, Chu Yan sprayed perfume on his wrists and neck, but when he wanted to spray it in the air, he was stopped by the people next to him.

"Brother Yan, this is an aphrodisiac fragrance."

Chu Yan picked up his eyes, looked at the brown gradient vial in his hand, sniffed it sensitively with his nose, and it smelled like musk.

He didn't insist much, and handed it back to the perfume. Seeing that the scene over there had been set up, he signaled that he was ready to start shooting.

"Your light is still not good, the natural light coming in is too bright."

"It's not like the light of the morning sun."

Chu Yan frowned as he watched the playback screen on the monitor.

The newly-rising sunlight slipped in through the crack of the window and sprinkled mischievously on the quilt that had just woken up.

Chu Yan lifted the quilt and sat up. He rubbed his hair and opened his eyes slightly. He slowly turned his head to look at the ray of sunlight.

The front of his clothes was half open, with faint red marks scattered on it, and his sleepy hair was slightly fried, but he didn't care, he bit his lower lip lightly with his white teeth, and the end of his eyes, still dyed crimson, set off the small red mole under the eyelids more alluring.

The lazy and sexy after one night in Chundu was vividly displayed on him.

The director sat in front of the monitor, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Chu Yan stood too close to him, and the scent of his body lightly entered his nose. Not only him, but everyone around Chu Yan turned their eyes away unnaturally, turning red Face.

Sure enough, it is a famous aphrodisiac fragrance.

It smells of natural sex, not vulgar sex, and I want to get closer and more ambiguous when I smell it.

Tang Cong frowned and pulled Chu Yan away from the monitor, unfolded his coat and wrapped him up.

"What are you doing?" Chu Yan turned to attack him, not knowing why.

Tang Cong sighed softly, "Brother Yan, you have a fragrance on your body."

"Huh?" Chu Yan's first reaction was to touch the back of his neck, "Didn't I put a barrier film on it?"

"You just wore perfume." Tang Cong reminded.

Chu Yan remembered, "Is there any problem, I smell musky."

Tang Cong Fu forehead, the key is that you sprayed it.

He didn't say much, and handed Chu Yan a water cup.

Chu Yan was seated on a small bench, biting on a straw, and waited for the field workers to rearrange the scene.

"Brother Yan, are you hungry?" Tang Cong looked at four o'clock, and Chu Yan didn't eat at noon, so he sat in the dining room and watched what he ate.

Chu Yan shook his head, put down the water glass, and saw that the field worker was about to move the bed in a different direction, so he stood up suddenly and walked over quickly.

He himself first stood in front of the window to explore the detection line, and after finding a suitable position, he waved to them, "Put it here."

By the time Chu Yan was satisfied with the film, it was already past 05:30.

"Brother Yan," Tang Cong saw him get up from the monitor, and walked over with his coat in his arms.

"To trouble everyone today." Chu Yan clasped his hands together and bowed slightly.

"No, no," the director said on behalf of everyone, and finally looked at Chu Yan excitedly, "Brother Yan, can you sign a to lot for me?"

"Brother Yan, and me."

"Brother Yan, I want it too."

Tang Cong looked at this group of young people who had been tossed all afternoon and looked radiant without any complaints, and silently praised him in his heart, but for the happiness of the boss, he still had to stand up.

"Brother Yan, Mr. Sui called you." He leaned close to Chu Yan's ear and whispered, "I called you twice."

Chu Yan's eyebrows twitched, he paused the signing hand, pursed his lips, and speeded up.

Tang Cong waited on the side, and waited until Chu Yan finished signing, and then handed over the phone in a timely manner.

After Chu Yan said goodbye to the filming team, he took Tang and walked out quickly.

"Why is it this phone?" Chu Yan asked Tang Cong while looking at the phone in his hand.

Tang Cong calmly analyzed, "It should be that Mr. Sui found out your new phone number."

"Fuck!" Chu Yan looked annoyed at the new mobile phone he had just bought, "Didn't you use your ID card to get the phone card!"

What could Tang Cong justify? It's not surprising that Mr. Sui's great ability and cleverness found him. Of course, he didn't dare to say this in front of Chu Yan.

He just shut up and pretended to be dumb.

No matter how angry Chu Yan was, he had to suppress his anger and call Suiyu back.

After they got married, Suiyu went on business trips at least twice a month, and the affairs of the foreign branch had not yet stabilized, so he had to go abroad for a period of time from time to time.

During this period, in order to maintain his status as a gentle and caring wife, Chu Yan naturally needed to send him text messages every day to ask about his health.

At first, Chu Yan took the trouble to text him good morning when he got up in the morning, and good night before going to bed at night, and occasionally asked if he had eaten.

After so many times, Chu Yan lost his patience, and directly threw the original mobile phone to Tang Cong, leaving this task to him, and he went to re-apply for a calling card by himself.

As for why you don’t use WeChat when sending text messages, it’s because Suiyu is an antique!He never used social software, and Chu Yan applied for his WeChat, and the only friend he had was Chu Yan.

So the best shortcut to laziness is naturally texting.

"A Sui," as soon as the call was connected, Chu Yan said softly before Sui Yu, "Have you finished your work yet?"

"Good afternoon, madam, Mr. Sui is still in a meeting, do I need to transfer the call for you?"

Chu Yan heard the voice of Mr. Suiyu's assistant on the other end of the receiver, frowned, took the phone away and looked at it, it was Suiyu's phone number, he picked up the tone, and said in a normal and slow voice, "No need, tell Ah Come on, I'm already on my way back."

Chu Yan hung up the phone and threw the phone to Tang Cong, "Go back to the court scene."

Before Tang Cong put away his phone and started the car, he still didn't hold back and asked, "Brother Yan, do you really want to go back to court...Jing?"

"Why are you doing this?" Chu Yan frowned at him, and couldn't help kicking him.

Tang was kicked lightly from the calf, "Didn't I think about you, Brother Yan?"

Chu Yan took a deep breath, and choked out a sentence through the gap between his teeth, "Go back to Nanqiao and bid farewell to Wan."

He was about to be pissed off by Tang Cong, "I'll pack you up and give it to Yiyao another day."

Tang Cong looked directly at the road ahead, silently aggrieved.

The courtyard scene is Chu Yan's private residence, the security is average, and the neighbor is Tang Cong. Chu Yan bought it at that time so that one day, there would be a place he didn't know when hiding in Suiyu.

Chu Yan spent a lot of thought on buying this house. There are many properties under his name. In addition to the ones given by his family, he also knows exactly what he bought in the past two years. Know.

When Suiyu is not in Nanqiao Biewan, he will occasionally live in Tingjing, but usually he will live in other apartments just to be on the safe side.

Suiyu was on a long business trip this time, so he told him before he left that it might take more than half a month, and as soon as the Chuyan play was finished, he went back to Tingjing Nest with Tang Cong.

Chu Yan didn't pay attention when Suiyu came back. After all, the mobile phone that sent the message was with Tang Cong, and Tang Cong never thought about it, because he had never seen Suiyu report to Chu Yan before.

But they never expected that Suiyu would come back early, it was really a pure accident.

And Suiyu found out that Chu Yan was not in Nanqiao Biewan, so he must have checked other residences. In order to keep Tingjing's house, Chu Yan only temporarily said that he was filming.

Chu Yan has been trying to lie all day today, and now he has to pretend that he just returned from Hengdian.