After amnesia, the prospective ex-wife is a little wrong

A spray of fragrance fell on his face like a drizzle, Lu Jiaren moved his eyelashes and opened his eyes again.

Her itinerary today is to shoot the cover of a major magazine. The Qixi Festival is approaching, and the atmosphere of the theme of this issue is also very pink. The stylist gave Lu Jiaren a romantic sheep curly long hair style, which matches her new smoky pink handmade nails bead dress.

"I heard that Mr. Lu is going to participate in this year's Qixi Festival. Will he perform singing or dancing?" The stylist is a lively girl, and while braiding her hair, she asked enthusiastically.

Lu Jiaren showed her a mysterious smile: "None."

The stylist thought about it: "Wow, what kind of program is that going to be, can you tell me in private?"

The little assistant Ding Ding, who was playing with his mobile phone next to him, picked up the conversation vigilantly: "Secret project, secret project! The director insisted that it is a mysterious surprise. Sister, don't follow what Sister Jiaren said, she is so easy to deceive!"

Hearing the assistant's words, several staff members present burst into laughter instantly. The stylist managed to avoid dropping the comb in his hand, and replied with a blink of an eye, "You are not afraid of her when you dismantle your boss' desk in public. Deduct your wages."

Ding Ding giggled, not taking this sentence seriously.

After the stylist made a joke, he thought of a new topic: "Speaking of Qixi Festival, how are you going to celebrate it?"

This topic made Lu Jiaren's eyes dim slightly, because the French Dakar Rally opened last week, and Zhen Zhen flew to Paris with his team for a business trip again. According to the schedule, there might not be time to come back on Qixi Festival.

The problem of couples getting together less and leaving more, as their work schedules become more and more intensive, has obviously become an important factor affecting the relationship between wives and wives.

But now is not the time to be sad. Lu Jiaren tried to calm himself down. At this time, the photographer had already set up the lights, and several assistants surrounded Lu Jiaren to the studio, ready to start shooting the cover.

Against the background of the grand flower wall, Lu Jiaren showed a sweet smile, and looked at the camera with peachy eyes like waves.

The shooting went very smoothly. After several groups of photos were taken, Lu Jiaren got into the car non-stop, ready to rush to the next announcement location. After she sat down on the seat, Ding Ding handed over a folder in good time.

"The program team has sorted out all the copies of the letters. They have screened these letters. When the time comes, sister, you can choose one of the letters to read." Ding Ding explained.

The file folder is exactly the pile of Jiang Peifeng’s letters that Lu Jiaren and Zhen Zhen found in France not long ago. These materials were sent back to China. out these letters.

Before the public exhibition, the "Filmmaker's Love Letter" column team got the news and immediately communicated that they wanted to warm up the Chinese Valentine's Day Gala in Taili. After the other party agreed, they also provided their favorite guest candidates.

Lu Jiaren was both surprised and delighted when she received the invitation. She never thought that she would have the opportunity to read the idol's letter in person as a guest. At this time, she opened the folder expectantly and couldn't wait to read it.

In order to match the theme of the party, the letters selected by the program group are all love letters without exception. Reading the gentle and trivial between the lines, it seems that I can still see how this talented female director wrote to describe the love in her heart. and her unwavering love.

Lu Jiaren was almost fascinated by the reading, and felt that every letter was full of romance. She weighed it over and over again, and finally chose the one she thought was the most commemorative, and handed it to Ding Ding: "I want to read this letter when the time comes. .”

Not only because of the special meaning of this letter, but also because she seemed to be able to feel some kind of empathy deeply in this letter.

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The Qixi Festival Gala adopts a live broadcast mode, and is arranged on an extraordinarily warm and charming stage, surrounded by dots of lights, like a galaxy on earth, and the live band is placed in a moon-shaped device, with silk and bamboo coming out of the clouds and mist made of dry ice. temperament.

The front stage of singing and dancing, corresponds to the backstage of chaos.The dressing room was full of people, and the staff rushed back and forth pushing the hangers like firefighting. The director shouted hoarsely in the earphones and directed the staff to advance and retreat, lest they miss the critical moment.

Lu Jiaren's program was scheduled in the middle period. Her recording location was not on the main stage, but was arranged as an exclusive studio for the scene of "A Filmmaker's Love Letter". The video will be processed and directly projected onto the main stage. The story is combined with the reader.

She was wearing a white dress today, with a mermaid design that outlined her slim figure. When the director notified her to enter the venue, she took a light breath, and gracefully stepped onto the lifting platform.

As her figure appeared on the stage, the sound of the piano sounded, playing a leisurely melody.

Holding the letterhead in one hand, Lu Jiaren stood in front of the arranged window of the Zhaoyue Plum Blossom Pavilion, and read the beginning of the first line.

"Dear Jiyun, seeing words is like meeting..."

How should we interpret love?With tenderness, with warmth, with a completely transparent, fiery beating heart.

The letter she read from Jiang Peifeng was written by the female director on the eve of her wedding. In the letter, she reviewed the first meeting and acquaintance with her lover. Under the wrapped beauty, those show faces that have never been revealed to outsiders, and I deeply fall in love with such a real and vivid her.

Lu Jiaren once also believed that love needs conditions, just like getting a high score in an exam to get a little red flower, she must be beautiful and flawless at all times in order to have the confidence to accept all admiring gazes.

But she forgot that, in fact, from the very beginning, her appearance in front of Zhen Zhen was not perfect.

That night, she had just been reprimanded for work pressure, and accidentally drank too much alcohol. She was afraid of being photographed by the paparazzi and would be scolded, so she panicked and hid in Zhen Zhen's car, but she vomited all over her in embarrassment, crying and Laughing, lost all face.

Perhaps subconsciously, she has long understood that she is her reliance.After being with Zhen Zhen, Lu Jiaren felt like he had become a child, allowed to make mistakes, allowed to be vulnerable, and allowed not to be so perfect forever.

You don't need to be perfect to get it, the tolerance that is gentle and firm is actually love.

"...I hope that until the end of my life, we will still be together, look back, and say, this is a simple but beautiful life." With the thoughts floating in her mind, she slowly read the last paragraph of the letter, Qin The sound goes away, like a long and gentle echo.

Applause came from afar, and Lu Jiaren bowed to the camera to express her gratitude. She glanced at the busy staff members in the audience, and when she saw a familiar figure, her eyes lit up in disbelief.

After confirming that she was not dazzled, the smile on her face gradually widened. When the camera turned to another direction, the waiting staff surrounded her. Lu Jiaren didn't care about anything else, so she quickly unwrapped the microphone and stuffed it into the assistant hands.

In the passage below the stage, Zhen Zhen was leaning against the railing, looking at her with a smile.

The next second, when she saw Lu Jiaren running towards this side in high heels, her expression immediately became a little nervous again, and when she successfully hugged him into her arms, Zhen Zhen breathed a sigh of relief: "I don't want to Let's go, what if you fell?"

Lu Jiaren ignored her reproach, and buried her face in her neck coquettishly: "You actually said that I..."

Sure enough, the person immediately denied it: "I didn't talk about you, I was just worried about you."

There was a wet breath from the neck, itching, Zhen Zhen hugged Lu Jiaren's arm and tightened it: "Stop making trouble, there are so many people watching."

Lu Jia could rely on her for peace of mind: "What's the matter... By the way, why did you come back?"

She remembered that she had specially asked Ding Ding to talk to Assistant Chen. Zhen Zhen had to monitor the condition of the car at the test site for the past few days, so it was logically impossible for him to have time to return to China.

Zhen Zhen hugged the person in her arms. Lu Jiaren's dress was backless. She was afraid that the wall of the aisle would freeze her, so she turned around and replied: "The organizing committee has temporarily adjusted the competition schedule. I found that I had two days to spare, so I came back."

She said it very lightly, ignoring the progress of continuous overtime work before this, and the trip to the airport without delay for half a minute. Logically speaking, it was indeed hard work, but she didn't feel tired at all.

The tossing and tossing of the boat and the car was all worth it the moment he saw Lu Jiaren's smile.

Lu Jiaren calculated the time and felt sorry for his wife: "Then you don't get enough rest..."

"I won't be tired when I see you." Zhen Zhen smiled and coaxed her, "Is there any work to do next? I'll take you out for dinner."

However, Lu Jiaren did not agree with her plan, she beckoned Ding Ding to come over and explained a few words, then took Zhen Zhen to the dressing room: "My side is over, there is a reception left, you don't need to go, you wait for me Let's change clothes and go home."

What she was thinking about was that there were so many people in the backstage of the TV station today, and with Zhen Zhen's character, she definitely didn't like such a noisy environment, so she took people into her dressing room smoothly, and only realized it later when the door was closed The situation is found to be somewhat subtle.

The temporary dressing room is not very big, and Lu Jiaren's team is full of girls, so they can't hide so much when they are busy. It is a changing space that is drawn by a curtain.But at this moment, seeing Zhen Zhen obediently leaning against the door waiting for him, Lu Jiaren suddenly blushed a little.

It was Zhen Zhen who misunderstood her meaning: "Do you need me to help you?" She thought that Lu Jiaren was slow to move because the dress was not easy to take off.

Seeing that the other party's thoughts were so innocent, Lu Jiaren shot out the unhealthy thoughts in his mind, and said with a smile: "That's right, this zipper is really not easy to pull..."

As she spoke, she turned her back and made an appearance that she was going to ask her to help.

Facing the light in the dressing room, Zhen Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly, and a whiteness came into his vision.

She raised her hand and pinched the small zipper pull. The back of the dress was opened too much, and it was not closed until the waist. On both sides of the shallow and concave arc, there was a pair of small waist pockets.

Zhen Zhen suddenly didn't want to untie that zipper anymore. She leaned over to approach Lu Jiaren, pressed her to the dressing table, and slid her palm upwards, pressing down on the pair of waists that made people think.

His fingertips ran along her back, stroking the snow light up and down, and every time he touched her, the person in his arms couldn't help but let out a groan.

Lu Jiaren wanted to avoid this haunting touch, but her body was as soft as a puddle of water honestly. Her cheeks were hot and she complained softly, "Didn't you tell me to help me take off my dress?"

Fortunately, she felt for a moment that her thoughts were not pure enough.

Zhen Zhen's fingers had already slipped onto the zipper of the dress, but instead of pulling it down, she moved close to Lu Jiaren's ear, gently pecking at the earlobe that had turned pink and was hot to the touch: "Are you sure you want me to take it off? "

Even her voice was hot, Lu Jiaren's whole body trembled, and her heartbeat was so disoriented by these words that it roared deafeningly.

The author has something to say:

Horrible weekend to go to training again, crying out loud.

The following plot is relatively coherent. In order not to affect the reading experience, and to save my life (the training content is from morning to night and it is so difficult that I can’t bear it as a liberal arts student), I will not update it this weekend and zoom in next week. Ending + cute side story!I am sorry everyone, begging for understanding.

On weekends, I will draw a message and send a red envelope as compensation, thank you for your understanding, bow, love you all!