wind blowing

When Jing Yu's body was washed, she didn't sleep very deeply.

Tucked into a soft and warm quilt, the bedside lamp is turned off, and the room is dark and peaceful, making it easy to fall asleep.

Fu Fenglan touched his forehead and comforted him to sleep.

When he got a little sleepy, he didn't lie down, but walked away.

Jing Yu opened her eyes in a daze, and saw Fu Fenglan pick up the red Marlboro and zippo lighter on the coffee table, and opened the curtains.

Facing the starry sky outside the window, he lit the cigarette in his hand.

The cigarette butt flickered in the dark like a staring eye.

Perhaps because he didn't want him to smell the smoke, Fu Fenglan took a small sip, inhaled lightly, and spit it out lightly.

The little bit of white-gray smoke spit out the window and flew away with the night wind.

Silently, without a trace.

Jing Yu heard a faint sigh.

It was a deep sigh.

What kind of emotion is it in it?

Low and dumb, helpless.

Not too much injustice and resentment, more of a tired gasp.

Adults don't have too strong emotions, they're too sad, worn out by a long career in supporting roles.

The reason why people are still angry is because they still have expectations.

Once you understand that there are things in this world that you can't do anything about, and you don't have hope, you won't have heart-piercing disappointment.

Jing Yu gripped a corner of the quilt tightly.

This is a side that Fu Fenglan has never shown in front of him.

Fu Fenglan seems to be always mature and calm, no matter what ups and downs he encounters, he will face them calmly and move on.

He was also concealed from him, thinking that he was really strong enough not to hurt.

In fact, he just didn't want to infect him with these negative emotions.

He would only choose a quiet late night, smoking a long and thin cigarette, let his thoughts and tobacco be ignited together, turn into ashes, and drift away with the wind.

Because of excessive nonsense at night, Jing Yu slept soundly in the second half of the night.

When I woke up, it was already the next morning.

He touched his side.

empty.

Struggling to get out his phone, he saw the WeChat message Fu Fenglan had sent to himself.

[I went to the set, and there are crab roe buns and soy milk that I just bought on the table, warm them up in the microwave when they are cold. 】

[Wake up and call me. 】

Fu Fenglan occasionally has some "elderly" habits.

Even if you send a WeChat message, you must neatly add a period at the end of the sentence.

The clothes are mainly in plain black and gray, and there are very few flamboyant colors.

Jing Yu shook her head and made a voice call.

After dialing for dozens of seconds, there was no connection.

Jing Yu thought that Fu Fenglan was probably filming, so she pouted and hung up.

The buttocks moved a bit, and there was a "hiss" uncontrollably.

Jing Yu's face turned red.

The butt didn't hurt, nor did it bleed, but it was held and kneaded, and it was bitten several times when it was emotional, leaving tooth marks on the inner thighs and buttocks.

After a night, the feeling has not faded.

Jing Yu reached into her underwear and touched the tender inner thigh.

hiss……

Obvious dented tooth marks.

It was as if it had been specially branded on his body, so that he could clearly remember everything that happened last night when he woke up.

Supporting her waist, Jing Yu limped to the bed and opened the curtains.

Bright and bright sunlight instantly filled the entire bedroom.

There were a few wisps of soot under the aluminum window, left by Fu Fenglan last night.

Jing Yu thought for a moment, then called Qiu Mingyang.

Changing from being obedient and soft in front of Fu Fenglan, Jing Yu's voice was cold: "Fu Fenglan said he didn't pass the interview yesterday, do you know about it?"

Qiu Mingyang was originally listening to the project proposal for next year's online variety show, but when he saw the call from the little ancestor, he quickly gestured for adjournment, and went to the office to answer the phone: "I know, the old man told me as soon as the results came out yesterday. "

Jing Yu: "It was Lu Jinting who defeated him, you know that too?"

Qiu Mingyang: "I know... I know."

Jing Yu was furious: "I went to the production team a few days ago, and I happened to see that Lu Jin Pavilion. There is a vase, and a line can only be memorized after stuttering five or six times. If it moves more than three times, it will be messed up. Can this defeat Fu Fenglan?!"

Qiu Mingyang: "Calm down, let me explain to you..."

Jing Yu took a long breath: "What else do you know, tell me all about it."

Qiu Mingyang explained to him as simply as possible.

Fu Fenglan has a strong personality and is unwilling to drag others down, so he seldom accepts the resources offered by the company. His foreign affairs are basically obtained by himself.

Qiu Mingyang knew about the Republic of China movie "Withered Winter" that he auditioned yesterday. It was indeed a low-budget movie, and there were no big competitors, so he didn't care, thinking that Fu Fenglan would definitely win it.

Fu Fenglan said that he failed the audition, so he hurried to inquire about it.

It was said that during the later stage of investment promotion, Lu Jinting's interests suddenly invested a large sum of money, and the boss even specially brought Lu Jinting and the director to dinner, which was equivalent to letting Lu Jinting bring money into the team.

It was a matter of course that Lu Jinting could succeed in the interview.

Jing Yu: "Oh, so it's a resource coffee?"

Qiu Mingyang: "It's all my fault, I didn't follow up in time..."

Jing Yu: "How much money did they invest?"

Qiu Mingyang said a number carefully.

Jing Yu sneered: "How can I send the beggar this little money?"

Qiu Mingyang: "That's what I said. With this little investment, micro-movies for college students are not so shabby. I advised Lao Fu from the beginning, just don't go to the audition. It's a rush when it's released..."

Jing Yu: "More investment."

Qiu Mingyang: "Um...huh?!"

Jing Yu: "Isn't Lu Jinting rich? Can't he rely on money to conduct black-box operations? I want to see. In terms of fighting for money and resources, the Chu family can't beat him?"

The largest industry of the Chu family is not an entertainment company, but real estate.

After Jing Yu's parents died in an air crash, according to the will in advance, the company's assets were divided into two halves, one half was given to Chu Zishi and the other half was given to Jing Yu.

Therefore, although Chu Zishi was in charge of the company on the surface, Jing Yu's share was actually managed by Chu Zishi.

Jing Yu is usually too lazy to care about these things, but she really wants to be serious, and the weight of her words is no lower than that of Chu Zishi.

Qiu Mingyang took the order and went to do it without stopping.

Jing Yu breathed out a bad breath, and felt much more comfortable.

The wechat ringtone rang on the phone, and it was Fu Fenglan who made a video call.

"I was filming just now, so I didn't receive a call." Fu Fenglan was wearing a white gown, light makeup, handsome and clear, "Wake up, have you had breakfast?"

Jing Yu immediately turned into a soft kitten again.

He acted like a baby to Fu Fenglan: "I just woke up and haven't had breakfast yet."

Fu Fenglan: "Hurry up, there is still the egg fried rice I scrambled in the morning in the refrigerator, eat it when it is hot at noon, no takeaway is allowed."

Jing Yu blinked: "Oh."

Fu Fenglan walked to a secluded place and asked him softly, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Jing Yu: "No."

Fu Fenglan: "Do you feel sick or regret it?"

Jing Yu laughed.

After doing what should be done and what should not be done, Fu Fenglan is still worried that he will regret it.

Jing Yu: "What's the matter, I regret it, and I can still get the mental damage fee."

Fu Fenglan: "It's not impossible."

Jing Yu: "?"

Fu Fenglan: "Count it into your assistant's salary."

Jing Yu feigned anger and glared at him angrily.

Fu Fenglan smiled: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore."

A smile is the spring breeze.

Jing Yu saw her heart pounding.

Obviously he has done everything, but when Fu Fenglan occasionally shows a gentle and sexy side to him, he will still bump into a deer.

Woo.

Jing Yu's face was flushed red, she didn't have the slightest look of the fierce and vicious demon king just now.

"I will study hard at home and do my homework well," Jing Yu stammered, "You, you have to come back early."

Fu Fenglan: "Yes."

Jing Yu: "Don't stay with the makeup artist for too long."

Fu Fenglan: "Yes."

Jing Yu: "I have to answer the phone at any time."

Fu Fenglan: "Yes."

Jing Yu: "And..."

what else.

It seems to be gone.

Fu Fenglan: "With so many demands on me, it's not too much for me to ask for something in return, right?"

Jing Yu: "...what return."

Fu Fenglan chuckled lightly: "You obviously yelled 'Little Uncle' on the bed last night, why, you won't even say a word today?"