Tianguang [entertainment circle]

Xin Ye's expression froze for a moment, he raised a small hand in Jiang Yuan's arms, and swept across Jiang Yuan's body like a butterfly flapping its wings.

Seeing that she seemed to be arranging his clothes, Jiang Yuan wondered, "Is there something dirty?"

"It's all right." Xin Ye raised a smiling face, reassuring her, "I can't see clearly at night, so I thought you had a bug on your shoulder."

Jiang Yuan understood, smiled helplessly, and lightly brushed the tip of Xin Ye's nose.

"You are not afraid, what if it is really a bug?"

Xin Ye just rubbed the palms of those hands obediently, letting the other party caress her little head like a pet cat.

When the two returned to the room, Jiang Yuan packed up his robes and his own toiletries and walked into the bathroom.

Xin Ye looked at the closed bathroom door in a daze, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

At this moment, her palms were clenched into fists to support the soft bed quilt.

Spreading his hands, a slender strand of black hair, under the brownish-yellow light, appeared like a crack in Xinye's palm rashly, as if splitting the space in two.

It was already night, and Jiang Yuan was dressed in black again.Originally, Xin Ye couldn't find this strand of hair when he was standing outside the gate of the house.

However, the headlights of the car came straight over, and outlined the outline of the hair on Jiang Yuan's clothing with a sudden white light, like a shiny silver thread, which roughly drew Xin Ye's attention.

Xin Ye observed carefully.

This strand of hair is black, very straight, and very long.

She raised the tip of her hair again to look at it.

Dark brown, very long and curly.

She thought carefully about Jiang Yuan's appearance again.Jiang Yuan had hair that draped casually over his shoulders and collarbone, never as long as the hair in Xin Ye's hand.

Who would that be?

Xin Ye's first reaction was Fu Yu who was drunk and collapsed on the dining table.

Fu Yu's temperament is elegant and outstanding, just like the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.She had long, thick, straight black hair, just like the one Xin Ye was holding in his hand at this time.

Today, when Jiang Yuan sent Fu Yu back, Xin Ye didn't know if anything happened along the way, nor did he want to know.

She only hoped that it just fell on Jiang Yuan by accident when Jiang Yuan helped Fu Yu back.

But... Fu Yu's hair is of excellent quality, if it wasn't for the strength of pulling and entanglement, how could it fall on Jiang Yuan's body?

Xin Ye puffed up his cheeks, ready to question Jiang Yuan when she came out.

She rolled over on the soft bed, clicked on the social software on her phone, and began to scroll through Fu Yu's developments over the past few years.

Looking at those Jiang Yuan who appeared in the screen, each of them is strange and fresh to Xin Ye.

Although that finely carved face was always indifferent or cold under Fu Yu's lens, it was still a different Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yuan in school uniform in high school, Jiang Yuan in dress for the competition, Jiang Yuan in daily clothes petting a golden retriever dog, Jiang Yuan standing in the garden watering the flowers so hot that he lifted his clothes...

Xin Ye had never seen this before.

The more you scroll down, the heavier the sense of loss in Xin Ye's heart.

She was suddenly very envious, envious of being able to have other girls to accompany Jiang Yuan's beautiful time.

When Jiang Yuan wiped his wet hair with a dry towel and walked out of the bathroom, Xin Ye was already drowsy on the bed with his mobile phone in his arms.

The little girl's brows were slightly knitted together, as if there was some trouble in the dream that couldn't be dispelled.

Jiang Yuan put the fruit wine he picked up on the bedside table again, and gently brushed Xin Ye's eyebrows away as if pampering him.

Feeling Jiang Yuan's touch, Xin Ye opened his eyes in a daze, looked at the glamorous beauty who was looking down at her with a light smile, and murmured: "You are finished washing..."

"What? Are you in a hurry?" Jiang Yuan smiled, and pulled her into his arms with a little force, letting the soft curly hair hang in his arms.

With sleepy eyes, Xin Ye let Jiang Yuan brush away the little curly hair on his sideburns, and kissed her slightly closed eyelashes.

"Miss Fu...how is she now?" Xin Ye asked softly.

Hearing Xin Ye's sudden question about the woman, Jiang Yuan's expression didn't fluctuate at all, he just seemed to drift away, reaching out to fumble for the fruit wine he put on the bedside table.

"She's fine, don't worry." After speaking, she took a few sips of the fruit wine that had been opened.

"Then is she... very close to you?" Xin Ye asked, looking at his little hand, only to find that the slender black hair had disappeared, "I saw a hair on your body , very much like Miss Fu's."

Jiang Yuan put down the fruit wine and pondered for a moment.

"Helping her back to the room, she got a little close along the way, maybe she touched it." Jiang Yuan said helplessly.

Xin Ye stared straight at Jiang Yuan's eyes, wanting to confirm if there was any clue.

However, Jiang Yuan did not dodge, and met Shang Xinye's gaze without hesitation: "What? Are you worried that Ms. Fu and I will...?"

"No." Xin Ye pouted, then buried his head in Jiang Yuan's arms again, "It would be best if not, I trust you the most!"

Xin Ye was completely relieved, ready to fall asleep again with a smile on his eyes.

And after Jiang Yuan patiently kissed that fair forehead, he looked out the French window with a heavy face at the night, and his thoughts became farther and farther.

The things Fu Yu said to her today and the things she did can't become a barrier between her and Xin Ye.

To Jiang Yuan, those innocuous confessions and threats were nothing more than passing clouds.She only thought that Fu Yu had misunderstood it, and she would figure it out sooner or later.

So... don't let Xin Ye worry about these unnecessary things.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yuan secretly decided in his heart, and slowly closed his eyes.

The two slept facing each other, breathing evenly and steadily, intertwined under the light moonlight, falling asleep accompanied by the occasional chirping of summer insects in the garden outside the window.

Inside Fu Yu's room.

The woman on the bed was wearing a black dress covering her hips, staring at the chandelier on the ceiling with clear eyes, as if she was about to stare at a hole.

She sat up, brushing her black hair back her shoulders.

She stood up and walked steadily to the bathroom to wash up, without any hesitation or pause in the action of removing makeup on her hands.

The flushed and drunken woman just now seemed to be just an illusion.

Fu Yu looked at herself in the mirror on the sink, her clear and elegant facial features still looked so charming.

As Jiang Yingzhou's photography assistant for so many years, she has settled many contracts and affairs in the industry for him, and she has already kept a thousand glasses on the wine table.Not to mention drinking some wine with a few brats?

No one can get her drunk unless she wants to.

Fu Yu couldn't help admiring her acting skills in her heart, but she was soon woken up by a slap from the pain soaked in cold water.

No matter how much she pretended, she was beaten back mercilessly when she confessed while drunk.

She gritted her teeth, no longer in the mood to admire her pretty face, turned around and went back to the room to flip through her bag.

A black velvet gift box was opened, and a cold emerald platinum ring with venetian leaves shone brightly under the warm golden-brown light, as if to show the dignity of the owner.

This is something that has been by Fu Yu's side since before she came to Jiang's house.

It is the most important thing, and it is also the purpose of her hard work by Jiang Yingzhou's side all the time.

Since she couldn't get everything she wanted, from now on, no one can blame her for being merciless.

There was a hint of ruthlessness on that clear and beautiful face, like a pure white lotus falling into the mud and gradually sinking.

The next day.

Jiang Yuan got up early in the morning and went out for a walk with Jiang Yingzhou.

This house is only 300 meters away from Xining National Forest Park, surrounded by green hills, the air is quiet, very suitable for relaxation.

Usually, Fu Yu accompanied Jiang Yingzhou to go out for a walk every morning, but today Fu Yu overslept because of drunkenness, so Jiang Yuan had to accompany the old man.

Jiang Yuan left, and Xin Ye didn't have the mood to stay in bed and sleep late, so he was ready to stand up and start working on a new script.

The prototype of this script has been completed, and there is no major problem with the refinement of the lines. The plot has also been discussed with Jiang Yuan and everyone, and then deleted and revised.The rest of the work is just updating and checking the language description.

But Xin Ye has always disliked sticking to the only script.

This niche love story of the European manor economy has great difficulty in shooting both the scene and the core, and it is still difficult for them, a student crew, to control it.

As the creator of the script, she naturally knows what she wants to express.However, Mu Sanwei and the others can't understand the love between women, I'm afraid that filming it... will make the script empty.

Xin Ye wanted to prepare a brand new, more appropriate, more complete and profound script.

She was puzzled, and felt exhausted for a while.

"Crackling."

There was the sound of something breaking outside the door.

Xin Ye's thoughts were pulled out, he put down his pen and hurried out of the room to look at it.

At this moment, Fu Yu was walking up the stairs from the first floor, holding a porcelain cup filled with hot water.

She is plump and elegant.Even in pajamas, she still couldn't resist the exposed beauty.

As soon as Fu Yu raised her eyes, she met Xin Ye who was standing at the door of the room.

Xin Ye was slightly stunned, but still greeted out of politeness: "Hello, Miss Fu."

Fu Yu nodded, as if he didn't bother talking to her.

Xin Ye looked at her figure, the long black hair was scattered behind her, swaying with her movements.

This reminded her in a trance of how she felt when she discovered the black hair on Jiang Yuan's body.

But Jiang Yuan had already explained that it was only stained when he helped the drunk Fu Yu back.

Xin Ye had no choice but to swallow the jealousy, and slowly opened his mouth: "Miss Fu, I brought a pack of Longjing tea to Grandpa Jiang, maybe it can help sober up." She remembered what she heard just now. voice, "If you still need it now, I'll make you a cup."

Fu Yu stopped in her tracks, and looked back at Xin Ye, with both surprise and disdain in her eyes.

"No need." Fu Yu curled the corners of her lips, holding a polite and self-retaining false smile, "I'm going down to make sober tea for myself, Grandpa has already prepared it for me, he always thinks about me and Yuan Yuan. "

Hearing this, Xin Ye faintly sensed something was wrong.

Fu Yu turned to Xin Ye again, as if she was looking at a worthless young man: "If sister Xin Ye is free, why don't you think about how to handle some trivial matters in life for Yuan Yuan?

I've worried a lot about her over the years, and I'm really worried about whether others can do it. "