past star

The farce ended, there was no doubt that the two were fired, but Lu Yuan didn't make too much trouble.

Afterwards, the rumors subsided.

Wen Yanyu's personality was originally gentle, but seeing that kind face for a long time, it is not easy to get bored.

So, how many times they met, they would exchange pleasantries. After a long time, I suddenly found that Wen Yanyu was just not good at words, and didn't intend to be cold and out of gregarious.

It's harmless to make jokes occasionally.

The crew is harmonious, and the happiest one is of course Lu Yuan, who still insists on keeping up with the progress of the replacement role with the color on his head.

However, in less than a month, more than half of the scenes were filmed. Lu Yuan claimed that he had given a day off generously, but instead he was scolded for cheating.

Lu Yuan has always been strict in filming, and recently it seems to be more bloody, often filming until late at night, every day with Lu Yuan desperately rushing to the scene, Wen Yanyu is also exhausted.

I had to go on vacation, and when I returned to the apartment that night, I fell asleep on the pillow, and didn't wake up until the sun was high.

When he woke up, he felt something heavy on his body. Wen Yanyu stretched out his hand to touch it, and laughed. The lazy cat on the quilt, Ah Hui, was lying on all fours sprawled out of boredom.

Seeing Wen Yanyu wake up, Ah Hui quickly straightened up, her huge buttocks pressed against Wen Yanyu's abdomen, her cat's eyes were straight, her teeth bared, she was full of majesty.

"Ah Hui, stop messing around, I'll get some breakfast later."

Wen Yanyu fondled the cat's hair with his hand, lifted Ah Hui, put it aside, then got up, dressed, brushed his teeth and washed his face.

Ah Hui stood aside, wrinkled his nose, and fell down silently in a lonely way.

Wen Yanyu will probably never understand the desire of a male creature for a female creature...

After a good night's sleep, Wen Yanyu watched TV, tidied up the room, and cleaned.

The sun was already shining brightly, and the warmth diffused over the window sill, making the room bright.

A few kingfishers stopped on the wires outside the window, their calls were clear and resonant, and their slender claws supported their clumsy bodies to walk back and forth.

Wen Yanyu hugged the quilt and sunned it on the balcony.

Ah Hui did not give up and followed at every step, but the light was too warm, and he couldn't help lying down on the ground to bask in the sun again.

Wen Yanyu couldn't help smiling.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

After receiving it, it's drama affairs.

"Xiaowen, do you have time tonight!"

"Well, yes."

"That's good, you can catch a bargain tonight. Our sponsor invites the creator to dinner, and it's only seven o'clock in Shenghao Shuiyunjian. Remember, don't be late!"

"okay."

"Okay, that's it. I have to inform others, but I must come. See you later."

"OK Bye Bye."

I hung up the phone and checked the time, it was already past five o'clock.

Wen Yanyu took a shower, changed out his dirty shirt, picked out a slightly more formal attire, and went out stroking the cat's head.

-

Shenghao is considered to be an extremely high-end catering group. The revolving door in the hotel, the open lobby, and the luxurious decoration are enough to discourage the working class.

As soon as you enter the hotel, someone will come forward to greet you and lead you into a luxurious box.

However, when he walked in, Wen Yanyu felt that something was wrong. There were only a few people sitting in the box, and the atmosphere was subtle, not like a dinner party at all.

The private room is large, with a sofa, color TV and stereo, and a cubicle suite. The dark green printed wallpaper is quiet and elegant, but contrasts with the spaciousness and politeness.

Said to be the main creator, Xue Xun and Lu Yuan are not there, Xue Yan sits with another supporting actress on one side, and a middle-aged man wearing glasses sits in the middle.

The supporting actress Wen Yanyu remembers that she seems to be called Lin Qianyun, who graduated from an art school and played the role of the heroine Wang Ting's friend. She usually has a dull personality and is a clean-looking girl.

However, Lin Qianyun was wearing a very tight purple tunic dress at this time, with her collar pulled down, her breasts half exposed, light makeup on her face, and she was smiling with her lips covered.

Seeing that everyone was here, the producer introduced with a busy smile: "Here is Mr. Qian from Shenghao Group, who is also the main sponsor of this time... These few, haha, Mr. Qian has seen the tidbits, so I don't need to introduce you Alright..."

Mr. Qian smiled and clapped his hands: "Since everyone is here, let's call for food, Waiter..."

When the food was served, the fish and seafood were very rich. Mr. Qian filled the wine glasses for the three of them with a friendly smile.

At this time, Xue Yan suddenly took out her mobile phone, looked at it and said in surprise: "Ah, just now my godfather sent a message saying that he brought me a gift from Paris and asked me to pick it up. Sorry, I might have to leave first..."

Mr. Qian's expression turned ugly for a moment: "Leave now?"

Xue Yan picked up the LV satchel, showing embarrassment, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Qian, let's do it next time. My godfather has a bad temper and hates people being late... Maybe you know it, my godfather is called Liang Laicheng. "

This name may not be known to the outside world, but it is really famous in the circle, even Wen Yanyu knows what kind of person the other party is.

In the early days, he was involved in gangsters. After washing his hands, he became a businessman. He set foot in the entertainment industry.

Sure enough, Mr. Qian returned to his smile when he heard that, and waved: "It's okay, you can go if you're okay. Don't be late, remember to say hello to Mr. Liang for me..."

Wen Yanyu heard Xue Yan let out a sigh of relief, stroked her long hair, nodded in agreement, then pushed away the chair and kicked Wen Yanyu unintentionally, got up and left.

As soon as Xue Yan left, Lin Qianyun toasted with a wine glass, with a sweet smile and a cute appearance.

Mr. Qian took the wine glass and pulled Lin Qianyun over, with a heavy expression on his face. Lin Qianyun took advantage of the opportunity and sat on Mr. Qian's lap, coquettishly: "Mr. Qian, don't be unhappy. Is there still me after she leaves, I know I am not beautiful and noble... ..."

Mr. Qian caressed Lin Qianyun's thigh, his face turned pale, and he smiled: "It's nothing like that. Come, let's eat, don't be disturbed."

Wen Yanyu sat on the side and lowered his head to eat silently, turning a blind eye.

Xue Yan kicked hard, as a reminder to let him go.

Mr. Qian and Lin Qianyun teased for a while, then pushed her away, and Lin Qianyun turned around to respect the producer again.

Putting down the chopsticks, wiping his mouth with a wet towel, and lowering his eyes, Wen Yanyu said lightly, "I'm done eating, so I'll take my leave first."

As he said that, he put down the wet wipes, pushed the chair up, straightened the chair, and was about to go out.

Wen Yanyu's movements were so natural that the other three people in the box didn't have time to react.

Walking to the door with big strides, Wen Yanyu was about to turn the doorknob when a big hand was inserted obliquely from the side and held him.

"What, are you leaving now?"

Wen Yanyu withdrew his hand without showing any signs, and asked calmly: "Excuse me, is there anything else?"

"What's the matter?" Mr. Qian sneered, pulled Wen Yanyu over to the door, and grabbed his neck, "Who do you think you are? How dare you put on airs in front of me!"

With pain in his back and constriction in his throat, Wen Yanyu suddenly raised his head, his pale pupils were instantly cold, and the chill in his gaze made people shiver.

Mr. Qian loosened his fingers unconsciously, and Wen Yanyu took the opportunity to escape and went to open the door again.

Mr. Qian came to his senses and pressed down on the door panel, his face full of hostility.

Wen Yanyu lowered his head and gripped the handle, his voice was low and cold: "Please let me out."

The atmosphere is tense.

The producer hurriedly came over to round up the field: "Oh, don't be so stiff, everyone is friendly! Xiaowen, you really, just wait and go. Mr. Qian, please calm down, Xiaowen is a little stubborn. It's for my sake Don't blame him."

Mr. Qian patted Wen Yanyu's shoulder heavily, fixed his dark eyes on him, and suddenly said with a smile: "Okay! I'm selling Lao Tang to save face. If you want to leave, you can leave after drinking this cup!"

A full glass of Wuliangye was brought, and the pungent smell of alcohol overflowed.

Wen Yanyu's face turned pale.

"You can leave if you drink it, but you can stay here tonight if you don't drink it!"

Looking across the wine glass, Wen Yanyu calmly asked, "Just this glass?"

Mr. Qian smiled: "Yes, this is the cup."

Wen Yanyu took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I'll drink."

He snatched the wine glass with his hands, raised his head and poured it down.

As the larynx rolls on the slender neck, a large amount of alcohol burns the throat, which is hot and painful.

Less than halfway through, Wen Yanyu stopped with a pale face, coughing violently, and the wine overflowing from the corner of his mouth slipped down his skin into the collar of his shirt, freezing cold.

Brushing his lips with the back of his hand, Wen Yanyu supported the table and continued to drink, his amber eyes were covered with mist.

His vision gradually blurred, Mr. Qian's sarcasm, the producer's flickering avoidance, and Lin Qianyun's charming laughter became farther and farther away, like a cloudy dream, blurred and chaotic.

Wen Yanyu reluctantly drank the last sip of wine. Under the stimulation of strong alcohol, his cheeks were flushed and his lips were gorgeous, which was not as deserted as usual.

Lifting her lips slightly, she murmured: "I... I'm done drinking. Let... let's go."

Supporting the wall, Wen Yanyu staggered two steps and walked to the door.

Unexpectedly, someone hugged her from behind.

A voice of desire floated in the gloomy.

"Do you think you can go now?"

Wen Yanyu turned around abruptly, pushed President Qian away, leaned against the wall and rubbed his forehead in a daze, his footsteps were weak.

One cup, only one cup, how could you be so dizzy?

Mr. Qian sneered, grabbed Wen Yanyu vigorously, and half hugged and half pulled towards the cubicle: "It's right to be dizzy. Do you still feel weak in your limbs? Idiot, really think you can leave after drinking?"

The sarcasm brought Wen Yanyu back to his senses, and he subconsciously wanted to break free, but then he was horrified to find that the strength in his body was getting less and less, and he was almost paralyzed.

"open……"

The gentle voice was extremely cold, but it lost its strength due to weakness.

Easily suppressing Wen Yanyu's weak resistance, Mr. Qian threw Wen Yanyu onto the luxuriously designed big bed with lingering curtains in the cubicle.

Scanning the bed, Mr. Qian looked regretful.

"I didn't prepare it for you. I'm just upset. Whoever asks you to hit me on the head, I will just make it up..."

He took off his shoes while talking, and Mr. Qian leaned over to press on them.

The person under him is not stunning at first glance, and his soft facial features are even a little childish, but after being stained blush by alcohol, there is a rare charm.

Contrary to the indifference and abstinence at first sight, Mr. Qian suddenly felt the heat pouring into his lower body, and his desire was hard to restrain.

This person has no resistance now, so he can only let himself be manipulated and do whatever he wants. If the taste is good, take some nude photos, in the future...

Mr. Qian swallowed unconsciously, smiled, reached into the hem of Wen Yanyu's shirt and stroked it roughly, and at the same time moved his mouth to prepare for a kiss.

Unexpectedly, Wen Yanyu, who was already struggling and weak, suddenly raised his head up with all his strength, and his forehead slammed into Mr. Qian's forehead.

"what……"

There was severe pain in his forehead, and Mr. Qian was furious. He raised his hand and slapped Wen Yanyu's face. At the same time, he grabbed Wen Yanyu's hair and slammed him against the edge of the bed.

The severe pain made Wen Yanyu fully awake. He turned his cheeks that were red and swollen from the beating, especially the corners of his bloodshot mouth, and his eyes were as cold as winter.

Mr. Qian opened that face with a wave of his hand, roughly tore the shirt, ravaged the smooth skin with his lips and tongue, pulled the zipper with his hand, and pulled Wen Yanyu's pants.

"Hmph, bitch! Why are you pretending to be chaste? Do you think it's great that you climbed up to the second son of the Lu family?"

"...Let me tell you, he is just a second son who doesn't care about things. If you are serious, you should learn to be good in the future..."

Before President Qian could finish his words, his voice was so cold and ethereal that it gradually rose.

"...Are you really sure you want to fuck me?"

"...Do you know how my father died?"

Slightly closing his eyes, Wen Yanyu's expression was tranquil, but the untimely tranquility made Mr. Qian involuntarily feel terrified.

The voice continued:

"My father... died of AIDS."

"He died skinny and dying, and even now I can recall what he looked like when he died..."

"It doesn't look like it used to be, it's so thin that only bones remain..."

Wen Yanyu's voice was too horrifying, Mr. Qian lost all temper and grabbed Wen Yanyu's neck: "Don't say it, don't say it. Are you trying to spoil my interest on purpose, thinking that I will Let go..."

Difficulty breathing, Wen Yanyu opened his eyes, opened his lips slightly, and murmured silently, and there was a blank silence in the amber pupils.