Bai Yueguang always thinks she is a substitute

Ji Zhuyi is known as Young Master Ji or President Ji, but in fact he has no siblings, nor is he the president.

His father was diagnosed with cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases this year, and Ji Zhuyi returned to China to inherit the family business.So the successor of the Ji family took up his post early and became the person in charge of the Ji family at the age of 25.

During the dinner, Ji Zhuyi seemingly unintentionally mentioned Yan Yao to the leaders of several entertainment companies, so Yan Yao got busy.

Ji Zhuyi felt a little regretful.

He only went home every other day, and now that Yan Yao was busy, he went back to his home at night, and he hadn't seen him for almost a week.

No delicious food, no sex life.

Sitting in the car heading to the villa, Ji Zhuyi was thinking about whether to give up the plan of "Nevermind" when he received a WeChat message from Yan Yao:

"Ah Yi, the day after tomorrow I will go to province S to film a movie. I may not be able to come back years ago. Can you go home today?"

Ji Zhuyi slammed the steering wheel at a speed of one hundred and two.

Ji Zhuyi rushed all the way into the underground garage, stopped the car but was stunned.

Ji Zhuyi rested his hands on the steering wheel, pinched his eyebrows with his fingers, and his eyes were full of annoyance.

Why do I look like a kid, what is the difference between this reckless look and three years ago?

He forcibly extinguished the throbbing fire in his heart, put on a mask of an elite, and walked out calmly.

Yan Yao sat curled up on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket like a winter bamboo shoot, with his head tilted on the backrest, seemingly asleep.

The door opened, he raised his head, and showed a warm smile to Ji Zhuyi: "You are back."

Ji Zhuyi looks at the watch: 00:13

He sighed inwardly.Without changing his expression, he picked up Yan Yao and stuffed him into the quilt.

"sleep."

Yan Yao turned over to face him, kissed the corner of his mouth, and closed his eyes that were shining in the darkness.

Yan Yao left, as if the sweetness of this period was just Ji Zhuyi's imagination.

Sometimes he would think, why did Yan Yao come to him?

He was lying on the bed in the apartment, with nothing beside him, and he felt very uncomfortable: For three days, he didn't send himself a single message!

Our tall and mighty Mr. Ji is a sensitive and fragile little public servant in his heart. At this time, he felt an inexplicable depression of "the world is so big, why is he at home".

But we can't blame Mr. Ji for being hypocritical, because those who have lost always think too much.

It's just the fear of repeating the same mistakes.

In fact, Yan Yao was very wronged. He got up in the morning and went to the dry cleaner to pick up his clothes, then came back to pack his luggage, and then went to bed early.As a result, the plane was three hours late, so he had no choice but to ask Tang Du to go to the hotel to put his luggage first, and then went directly to the opening banquet.At the banquet, they were all acquaintances, and when they saw him coming late, they made a fuss and drank alcohol. Even if Yan Yao had a good drinker, he couldn't stand it, so he fell asleep directly.

It was cold and cool in S Province in November, and the cold air was blown on the window, which was warmed by the hot air from the air conditioner, and turned into water droplets and slowly slid down, forming a bead curtain.

It was almost ten o'clock when Yan Yao woke up. He rubbed his head in pain from airsickness and hangover, and sent Ji Zhuyi the long-awaited message.

"Om-"

[Yan Yao]: Miss you

Mr. Ji pinched the order for 10 minutes, then walked to the sofa beside him with his mobile phone.

[Ji Zhuyi]: Don't be so clingy, I still have a job.

[Ji Zhuyi]: If you have the time to chat, you might as well memorize the lines.

[Yan Yao]: All right.

Ji Zhuyi, who didn't receive any more news, tossed and turned, thinking about convincing, too late to regret.

Fortunately, Yan Yao made a video call to him at night.

Ji Zhuyi held back the joy in his heart, frowned, pulled his tie, and answered the phone dignifiedly.

Yan Yao was on the road all day, and only arrived at the shooting location in the evening.This is a small town on the edge of Province S. There are no high-rise buildings, and you can see the mountains at a glance. People on the street speak with a strong accent, and there are no torrents of cars on the street.

The signal is not good either.

The video with Ji Zhuyi faltered one after another, and he couldn't see the other person who was separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, and the conversation was all guesswork, but Yan Yao enjoyed it.

The same is true of Mr. Ji, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and even had a bad idea to take a screenshot of Yan Yao's weird stuck expression.However, he picked up the majesty of the overlord in time and hung up the phone on his own initiative.

"Good night." He thought for a while and added, "Don't think about me."

Yan Yao smiled, the corners of his upturned eyes dropped slightly, making him look obedient and charming.

"You make things difficult for me."