who do you want me to replace

December is the ninth month since he became Wen Feixun's lover.

The first snow in Beicheng fell in the early hours of this morning. The accumulation was not thick, and there was no aesthetic feeling at all from the car window.

"It's really rare, I haven't felt this way in Beicheng yet! The sky is dark, the mountain roads are deserted, the cars are slippery, and there are no shops in front of the village. It feels like a zombie is about to jump out of the woods in the next second. Come on, brother Jiang, when will you act in a zombie movie, so that I can enjoy my eyes! I like that kind of movie the most."

The assistant, Jin Yue, was leaning against the window with a smile, half of her hands were tucked into her sleeves, and a small part was exposed on the window frame, and she was looking out while taking pictures.

"Beicheng looks like this every winter. Besides, what kind of movie he wants to act in, you don't count." Zhong Mo answered the email with his head down, and replied casually after hearing the voice. Turning his head, he turned his head to glance at the people in the back seat, and said coldly to Jin Yue, "Close the windows, it's too cold today."

Before the two-month-old girl could speak, the man in the back seat who had been resting by the window and covered his face with a peaked cap said, "No, just drive, the car is a bit stuffy."

The voice that faintly echoed in the car was naturally low and hoarse. When he said something coldly, it was like a slight sizzle in the telephone line. Even if he was not close, his ears seemed to be electrified by an invisible and colorless current Numb for a moment.

But Zhong Mo has been his manager for so many years, and he seems to have gotten used to it: "Can you keep your hat from getting stuffy? Why don't you just take it off? Every time you catch a cold, it's worse than others, so you should be more conscious and blow less cold wind." .”

"It's not something I like to brag about. How can I care about that when I'm filming." Jiang Yu took off his hat.

"It's not filming now..."

Zhong Mo wanted to say something else, but looking at Jiang Yu's eyes hidden under the black hair, those eyes were quietly staring at the cracks in the car window glass, their eyes were clean and calm, without any ups and downs, but it reminded her of some things that were not normal. The picture he wanted to recall, the words reached his lips, but he swallowed them again.

While listening to the conversation between the two, Jin Yue closed the window obediently. She has only been Jiang Yu's assistant for a short time, and she knows very little about many things, but she is willing to learn, after all, this is a job that makes her very satisfied .

Compared with other celebrities and entertainers who have completely different public images and true colors, Jiang Yu is simply too "exterior and exterior" and very easy to get along with.

Although he still has some big secrets that the outside world doesn't know, for example - that Mr. Wen.

From Jin Yue's two observations, it seems that Mr. Wen and Brother Jiang are not in a relationship. Strictly speaking, they are like a benefactor and a lover.

Although she had some understanding of how the entertainment industry played, she had always felt that with Jiang Yu's status, she didn't need a financial backer.

Jiang Yu entered the entertainment circle after graduating from university. He has debuted for four years now. He is only 26 years old. He has already won one of the A-category film awards. He is considered to be the best actor in the same period. Don't worry.

But if the other party is Wen Feixun, it makes sense.

The door of the driver's cab opened with a bang, and the driver, Xiao Chen, sat in snorting in the air-conditioning, and smiled honestly: "Sister Zhong, the tire chain is added."

"Okay, let's go."

After giving the order, the car started slowly, and Zhong Mo turned his head to remind Jiang Yu: "Be careful later, there will be brand activities tomorrow."

Jiang Yu was taken aback when he heard the words, and then looked over with amused expression: "Which kind of sense of propriety should you pay attention to? He and I don't have any special hobbies for hurting muscles and bones."

"...I mean you don't want to leave marks on your neck, let alone on your face!" Zhong Mo lowered his voice, speaking with a taste of gnashing his teeth.

Looking down at the message sent by Wen Feixun on the screen of the phone—a simple apartment name, Jiang Yu sneered and hummed inexplicably: "He's not a wild dog."

"Then who bit the red mark on your neck last time? A wild cat?"

A slight smile floated in Jiang Yu's eyes: "Be careful not to be heard by him, there will be no good fruit to eat in the future."

"Hmph... You don't need to rely on him to get good fruit, and my sister's appetite is not big..." Zhong Mo frowned in displeasure, paused for a moment before realizing something, turned his head and stopped talking.

There are some things that she, as a manager, knows all too well-you don't need to rely on him, but you can't offend him.

What's more... Jiang Yu always has his own ideas.

Compared with normal filming, the process of film reshoots is more boring and complicated. There are no coherent performances in it, but a lot of shots are needed. Even if the difficulty is not great, after a week, people will consume a lot of energy and fatigue a lot.

Jiang Yu hurriedly finished all the shots. He originally thought that he could go home early today and sleep peacefully, but since Wen Feixun had already sent the message, he, as Mr. Wen's "lover" who had promised himself, , It is definitely not appropriate not to go.

The apartment is one of the many real estate properties under Wen Feixun's name. Jiang Yu was taken there once before. It may be for this reason that the person who sent the message didn't bother to move his precious fingers, and only a few The specific floor number and room number are just numbers.

And Jiang Yu didn't remember this place deliberately, he only had a vague impression, and couldn't remember anything else.

Seeing that he was about to reach the place, the temperature outside the window was bitingly cold, Jiang Yu frowned and gave a 'tsk', and found out the phone number of Wen Feixun's assistant in the phone, and dialed it.

The phone beeped for nearly ten seconds before it was answered, and the male voice on the other side was a little cold: "Mr. Jiang, is there something wrong at this late hour?"

"Good evening, Special Assistant Yue," Jiang Yu tapped the armrest of the seat casually with his fingers, his eyes swept across Zhong Mowen's prestigious face, and his tone was calm: "It's convenient to ask about the details of President Wen's stay in Jingyu Mansion. Residence? I’m afraid I’ll get it wrong.”

Zhong Mo frowned slowly, met Jin Yue's curious eyes, and stared back impatiently.

Yue Guang on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, and a voice came: "I will contact the security over there later, and someone will take you up."

Jiang Yu was slightly startled, then suddenly remembered something, and replied calmly: "Okay."

A vague memory slowly emerged. That place was a real estate with elevator access. No one helped to swipe the card. Even if he knew the room number, he couldn't get in.

Jiang Yu forgot about this little episode, and Wen Feixun probably didn't have the time to help him think carefully.

After hanging up the phone, he saw that Zhong Mo was hesitating to speak with an uneasy face, his expression was colorful and varied, and he enjoyed watching it: "Speak up if you have something to say, don't hold back."

"What can I say?" Zhong Mo gave him an annoyed look, "Just don't feel wronged yourself."

"I'm a man in his twenties, what's wrong with me, don't say it so disgustingly," Jiang Yu laughed, the smile only stayed on his face for two or three seconds, and then slowly faded away.

"Besides... there is no emotional factor in it. He doesn't need to take too much care of my feelings for such a small matter, and I don't care about it."

"Oh, you are so considerate, what a 24K lover."

Zhong Mo stabbed him, but he felt at ease in his heart - he didn't care whether the other party cared about him, this kind of mentality was the best.

In this abnormal, weak and distorted relationship, the most feared thing is seriousness.

However, when he thought of the reason why Jiang Yu was willing to maintain such a relationship with Wen Feixun, Zhong Mo felt a little disappointed. Looking at the seat where Jin Yue was sitting, his eyes seemed to be looking at the other person sitting on the seat through her, with a nostalgic expression.

Yue Guang said hello beforehand, and going upstairs couldn't be smoother.

Jiang Yu put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the side wall of the elevator. He wore less clothes and didn't feel it when he was in the car, but now he gradually felt cold again.

The narrow and square elevator car on all sides also made him uncomfortable. After that incident, he somewhat rejected such an airtight place, and his brain ached, but when Wen Feixun was by his side, this symptom would be relieved Some, too, are quite wondrous.

The elevator made a slight 'ding' sound, and the door slowly opened.

The light outside the door was a little darker than that in the elevator car, and the ambient light at the entrance gave off a faint warm color. Jiang Yu straightened up and stepped out. Suddenly, a black shadow jumped in front of him, and his arms quickly reached behind his head. , hooked his neck suddenly, tightened it, and the slender body pressed over.

The lips pressed against each other involuntarily, with a faint smell of alcohol, sweeping away Jiang Yu's breath like a sweep.

This is drunk?

Jiang Yu was caught off guard by the kiss, and his breath was a little messy, not to mention that the other party's hot hands were still reaching into his sweater and wandering around to start a fire.

Compared with him who came in from the outside, Wen Feixun seemed to be warm everywhere, even his entangled lips and tongue were surprisingly hot, as if he met a wild beast in the snow field, steaming hot and reckless. The ice cubes are melting.

"Have you been drinking?" He pushed Wen Feixun away with a bit of strength with his arms crossed, only to see the surprisingly bright eyes of the other party, covered with a layer of dangerous watery light from the dark tide.

More like a beast.

Thinking of this, and remembering the conversation with Zhong Mo in the car, Jiang Yulen smiled awkwardly, adjusted his breathing, and asked again: "Drunk?"

"...No." Wen Feixun frowned displeasedly: "Who dares to get me drunk?"

"Oh," Jiang Yu nodded knowingly, "Then why aren't you in the study? Have you dealt with the affairs of the new company?"

Wen Feixun seems to be a little interested in the entertainment industry recently, and his interest is not limited to investing in it like before. He plans to open a subsidiary company to be responsible for film and television production. He will probably sign a screenwriter and director in the later stage to do his own projects.

This period of time is in the early stages of preparation, so it should be quite busy. The last time we met was half a month ago.

He just asked casually, but Wen Feixun's complexion suddenly darkened, even those beast-like eyes darkened a lot, and he turned his head uncomfortably.

"Hmm... I suddenly remembered that I haven't given you the key card yet, so I'm going to..."

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