wind blowing

Unexpectedly, when she heard the pet name between the bed, Jing Yu's face turned red most of the time.

He hesitated for a long time, but didn't have the cheek to say it.

Excusing that he wanted to have breakfast, he quickly hung up the phone.

Crouching down, covering his face.

Uh...

Good or bad.

Very rascal.

Really like.

After breakfast, and studying the interest rate module of "The Economics Money, Banking and Financial Markets", Chu Zishi made an appointment for him to have a one-on-one video tutoring with a lecturer from Princeton University.

The lecturer is a young man with blond hair and green eyes named Alex. He has no airs, and his lectures are humorous.

Wearing a flowered shirt, Alex was sitting on the balcony of a seaside villa giving lectures to him, with a glass of iced blood orange juice in his hand, with the blue sea and white sandy beach behind him.

Jing Yu was quite serious in class, but interest rates were so boring that she couldn't help but be in a daze after listening for a while.

Alex realized that he was distracted, and tapped the screen with a pen: "Jewell?"

The sound of the waves came through the microphone clearly.

Jing Yu apologized: "I can't keep up, sorry."

He went to the bathroom to wash his face, patted his face, and felt a little more awake.

Back on his seat, Alex chuckled: "This is the first time I've met someone who can still be distracted by my face."

This was a bit arrogant, but Alex was indeed handsome, so it didn't sound awkward.

Jing Yu had no choice but to explain: "It was me last night...too tired, sorry, let's continue, I will definitely not be distracted."

Alex raised his eyebrows when he heard him say "I was too tired last night".

He didn't say much, and continued with the class.

For the next time, Jing Yu concentrated and pinched her arm when she felt sleepy.

After class all morning, my arm was bruised.

Alex is going to play rugby in the afternoon, so that's the end of today's lesson.

Jing Yu's original plan was to eat the meal Fu Fenglan had prepared in advance at noon and continue reading in the afternoon.

However, he couldn't hold back his temper, and couldn't help but think about what Fu Fenglan was doing right now while eating.

Probably also for lunch.

But can the food of the crew be delicious?

How long can you give him a break.

How many scenes are there today?

Will I have to sit on the bench for a long time in the afternoon?

After thinking about it, I couldn't help it anymore, packed the rest of the meal in a lunch box, and took a taxi to the film and television city.

When we arrived at the film and television city, we found the place where we were last time with seven turns and eight turns.

The sun is quite bright at the moment, it should be a break time, the leading actors are all eating and resting in the caravan, and the supporting actors gather in twos and threes under the large parasols, eating boxed lunches or taking a nap.

Jing Yu saw Fu Fenglan at a glance.

Fu Fenglan sat on a ponytail, eating a box of lunch in a leisurely manner, surrounded by group performers.

The box lunch is the most common configuration, white rice, fried vegetables, fried bean curd, and a chicken leg.

Although no one would say anything about a place like the crew, there are indeed obvious class barriers.

The leading role plays with the leading role, and the secondary role plays with the secondary role.

A small supporting role with a bit of brains will squeeze their heads, try to walk around in front of the lead director, brush their faces more often, maybe one day they will meet a noble person and fly to the sky.

Fu Fenglan is the third male in this play, an awkward position of being neither up nor down.

People of similar status are thinking about developing contacts, but Fu Fenglan sits on a ponytail with peace of mind, chats with the group performers, teaches them how to move, and tells them gossip about how he just entered the industry, causing bursts of laughter.

The people around him are not flattering gestures to him, but getting along happily as old friends, it seems that they are indeed very familiar with each other.

Someone saw Jing Yu and smiled at Fu Fenglan: "Mr. Fu, your little assistant is here to bring you food."

Fu Fenglan turned around and stood up in surprise: "Why do you..."

Jing Yu whispered: "I can't finish it by myself...so I brought it when it's warmed up."

Fu Fenglan took him into his black Mazda, sat side by side in the back seat, and rolled up the windows.

Jing Yu covered herself with her clothes all the way, and the food was still hot.

It was the fried rice that Fu Fenglan made in the morning, the mashed potato salad, the white-cut chicken and the fried shredded pork with cowpea.

The food is placed in the middle of the back seat, and the two meet and eat in the small space, and their fingers will touch from time to time.

Inexplicably, there is a warm feeling of "wife and children on the kang".

Jing Yu: "You have already made it in the morning, why don't you bring a copy yourself, I see that your box lunch just now looks really unpalatable."

Fu Fenglan smiled: "That's all I ordered, and I took away what you want to eat. I think the lunch box is okay, the chicken legs are very tasty."

The two of you have one chopstick and I have one chopstick, and quickly ate up all the food.

Fu Fenglan packed up the lunch box, put it in a plastic bag, and put it on the front seat.

Fu Fenglan asked him: "Would you like to sleep for a while? If I do, I will sit in front, and you can lie down and sleep."

Jing Yu: "I can't sleep without a pillow."

Fu Fenglan: "There is a pillow in the carriage, I..."

Jing Yu scratched his trousers twice, humming and chirping: "No need for that, I'll just use your leg as a pillow."

Fu Fenglan was slightly taken aback.

Seeing that he didn't refuse, Jing Yu happily lay down on her side, resting her head on his lap.

I said to myself: "When I was a child, I couldn't sleep, and I would imagine myself being hugged by my mother like this, but I can't remember what it was like to be hugged by her... I went to a relative's house to celebrate the New Year, and I met kind uncles and aunts." , I also want to be held in their arms and touch my head, but I dare not say... After I got home, I asked my brother if I could lie on his lap, and he said sternly, no, that would be too much If you are childish, if you act coquettishly, you will never grow up."

As Jing Yu spoke, her voice gradually sank.

Fu Fenglan listened silently, gently stroking the top of his head, touching his ears and the back of his head.

Gently pat his body like an elder coaxing a child to sleep.

The slapping is very rhythmic, one stroke at a time, soft and slow, making people fall asleep in sleepiness and peace of mind.

This time, Jing Yu slept soundly.

It was almost the most solid sleep in memory.

It turned out to be in the small back seat of the car.

When Jing Yu woke up, she was alone in the car.

There was a soft gray-blue pillow under his head.

Fu Fenglan should have gone to filming, so he didn't wake him up.

Jing Yu pouted and looked at five o'clock.

Probably because he was too tired last night and the class in the morning was too difficult, he slept like hell this time.

He played games in the car for a while bored, and when it got dark, Fu Fenglan got off work.

Jing Yu was very happy: "Go home, go home!"

Fu Fenglan: "Well, go home."

Jing Yu noticed that his face was a bit strange: "What's the matter, the filming is not going well?"

Fu Fenglan was a little confused: "No. The director of "Withered Winter" suddenly called me just now, saying that yesterday's interview scores were calculated incorrectly, and I was selected, not Lu Jinting."