Bai Yueguang always thinks she is a substitute

Yan Yao would call Mr. Ji every day, or talk about interesting things that happened in the crew, or care about Mr. Ji's life.

In the first week, Ji Zhuyi answered three times.

In the second week, Ji Zhuyi took all of them.

In the third week, Ji Zhuyi called Yan Yao.

In the fourth week, Ji Zhuyi unlocked the phone.

The filming of the crew in the small town has come to an end, and they are ready to leave for the snowy city in the north.

Yan Yao applied for a one-day leave for a connecting flight, which was approved.

Yan Yao was on the plane at five o'clock in the afternoon, so he called Ji Zhuyi.

The call was connected quickly, but the smile that had been on the corner of Yan Yao's mouth for a whole day gradually disappeared.

It was a strange female voice, a girl from the north, with a clean and cold tone, like the sound of hitting a piece of ice.

It's the one Ji Zhuyi likes.

Like a robot whose power was cut off suddenly, Yan Yao lost his expression and movements, and stood stiffly in the waiting hall where people were coming and going.

Then he came back to his senses, hung up the phone, resumed his actions, and blended into the flow of people coming and going.

Yan Yao took a nap on the plane, but his head was filled with messy thoughts.

Ji Zhuyi's favorite actor is Greta Garbo, his favorite mainland actor is Liu Yifei, and his predecessor is Yan Yao.

They are all people who have been judged by the public as Frost Beauties.

A thought floated in his mind: Why did Ji Zhuyi leave so simply three years ago?

A burst of severe tinnitus covered the rest of the sentence, and Yan Yao couldn't remember it.

Yan Yao sat at Ji Zhuyi's house all night, but did not wait for the owner of the house.

He brought nothing, left nothing, took nothing.

He came without a sound, and left without a sound. No one knew that he had been here, and no one knew what had happened.

Yan Yao left at dawn, and the sunlight chased his shadow from behind, but he could never catch up.

The crew had no actors holding back, so the filming process went smoothly.A month later, the crew moved to the last filming location.

Yan Yao and Ji Zhuyi's phone calls never stopped. After all, it is the responsibility of the caretaker to take care of the benefactor's normal venting.

It was snowing in City B that day, but the seaside city where Yan Yao was in was sunny.

Ji Zhuyi played a video for him, and the camera showed the snow outside the window.

On the screen, Yan Yao and the snowflakes were surrounded by the same frame, he bent up and smiled: "Snow is so beautiful."

Ji Zhuyi said off-screen: "Yes."

In fact, Yan Yao hates snow, winter and cold, what he likes is the sunshine in spring and autumn, subtle and bright, dry and warm, just like Ji Zhuyi's sunshine.

Yan Yao said, "Let's do it."

He put his mobile phone on the bedside, kicked off his pants, and with two tender white legs with clear muscle texture, he knelt down and slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

There are two red plums standing out on the white snow.

He stretched out his hand to pick it, caressing the bright red buds.

After a while, a cloud of loose snow hit the opposite side, covering the screen of the phone.

Ji Zhuyi leaned against the head of the bed panting, looking out the window.

The snow outside the window stopped.

But how could Xue be as good-looking as Yan Yao?

Yan Yao curled up in the middle of the bed naked, with his head resting on his arms, and stared at the phone screen. Ji Zhuyi inside was so beautiful, the light outside the window reflected his profile sharply, but his deep eyes After being illuminated, it seems to reveal a bit of tenderness.

Yan Yao raised his face and stared at him obsessively.

How can snow be as good-looking as Ji Zhuyi?

Ji Zhuyi turned his face to look at Yan Yao on the other side of the screen.

He instantly stopped the idiot expression that was about to overflow, and put on a seductive smile:

"I'm so sorry, the snow has stopped, Mr. Ji has to go to work, remember to drive slowly."