Chapter 279 A small separation is better than a new marriage
Author: Jiufangyu
On the way back, Zhong Jiuyin was still thinking about what Feng Qing meant.
Qian Yu wiped his sweat exaggeratedly in front of him.
"You are too fierce, you just break her wrist. If she screams, you have to go to the court."
Zhong Jiuyin came back to her senses and said nothing: "It's because she's talking too badly. I was just trying to ask why."
Qian Yucai didn't believe it, so he looked at her from the rearview mirror.
He began to agree with Yan Cheng's idea. After experiencing the depression of the previous two years, how could it be so indifferent?
On the surface, she is as motionless as a mountain, but she can break Feng Qing's hand without saying a word. It's hard not to think that she is holding all her emotions in her heart. Such people are usually more...perverted.
"There is still some time left for the leave, otherwise you will go to the emotional ventilator to shout twice?" Qian Yu suggested her.
"Or go back to the crew to make sandbags. Anyway, the result has come out, you don't have to hold it in, and turn all the anger into sweat."
Zhong Jiuyin looked down at his phone, and raised his eyelids when he heard this.
"Sweating and shouting two throats can only make people tired. Nothing else can calm my emotions except seeing Feng Qing's unlucky."
Qian Yu can only say: "That's not far away. She lost all her resources after losing money and was abandoned by her fans. Her situation was terrible. As far as I know, the company is also preparing to sue her and force her to terminate the contract on her own initiative and leave after losing money.
people."
"Su Cheng kicked her?"
"I can only say that Mr. Su will never tolerate her doing things as a rampant entertainment artist or his girlfriend. But for men and women, who can know whether the relationship is broken except the person involved?"
Zhong Jiuyin's understanding of Su Cheng's meanness has reached a higher level.
After hearing what they said, they sent the repaired pictures to Zhong Jiuyin.
"I specially chose two images of your commemorative photos with good light."
Zhong Jiuyin almost forgot about this. When she clicked on it, she and Feng Qing stood in the sun and in the shadows respectively.
The light of justice shone on her hair, illuminating her side face with a firm and decisive attitude.
Qian Yu was also lucky enough to bow and looked at him and said, "Where are you shooting the finale of the Spies War? When you send it out, you are afraid that fans will say we will pose for the photo."
Second couple: "Just say if it looks good or not, Brother Qian, has he highlighted the conflicts between the two sides and the focus of the character of this incident? I also gave him a hairstyle."
Qian Yu: "...I'll give you some money and go to the promotion and distribution. The little assistant has buried your ability. The studio just happened to be built and there was a lot of people."
Two people: "It's better to say that little money..."
Qian Yu: "Please accept it. That little money is to buy me and her for peace of mind. We can't make people feel that we are engaging in low wages to abuse employees."
The two of them thought for a while: "It's okay. I'll ask my friend to organize a promotional and promotional promotion."
Qian Yu was a little looking forward to it: "What kind of friend?"
The second guy started to shake people, lowered his head and typed: "I have been a station sister. Are there any recruitment highlights? Needless to say, the salary is not considered a highlight."
Qian Yu: "...Is it considered that an artist is beautiful without a large area of pictures? She is free and easy, and she will not be idle and find faults when she has nothing to do. She is dedicated to her work and will not be a big shot. I am aware of her career and will not be passive and lazy."
"In addition, from the current relationship, we can see that her aesthetic level is online, and there will definitely be no beauty with a beast that will make netizens complain."
The person involved, Zhong Jiuyin, sat there and listened, nodding pertinently to every praise.
"Brother Qian, I didn't expect you to be so careful and discovered so many advantages of me. If you praise me for being good, I will accept it. If you praise Yan Cheng for being good, I will tell him."
Qian Yu looked at her, turned his head and added another one to her: "But the artist occasionally has a little brain disease. Ask your friend if he minds this."
Ergu smiled and fell in the back seat.
Zhong Jiuyin was speechless and looked down at her phone.
The night banquet of klapori is the day after tomorrow, and Yan Cheng will be back tomorrow.
After leaving for so long, I still wonder if I wanted to see him.
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Yan Cheng returned to China with the crew, and they were going to walk the red carpet together at the night banquet of Klapori.
However, he did not follow him to the hotel he had booked, but chose to go home.
When he got on the car, Sister Xu asked him: "Whose home is going to?"
Yan Cheng didn't blink while wearing a mask, and said coldly: "Who else can it be, my family."
Sister Xu: "Really? Zhong Jiuyin said she was waiting for you at home after work, so I'll refuse it to you?"
Yan Cheng paused and looked up at her.
Sister Xu held back her laughter and said to the driver: "Let's go, go to Zhong Jiuyin's house."
Someone didn't say anything, but Sister Xu touched his mind thoroughly and kept laughing in the passenger seat.
It is interesting to see people falling in love from the perspective of bystanders, especially those who don’t have much fun personality, which is even more interesting.
Seeing him choked, and because he really liked his girlfriend, he couldn't refuse, so he could only pretend to be cold and silent. He felt like he was watching a 9.8-point romantic drama and wanted to watch it with popcorn.
It took an hour and a half on the way before Yan Cheng met Zhong Jiuyin.
The temperature in November in Haicheng is higher than that in foreign countries. Yan Cheng took off his coat and put it on his arm. The black mask covered the lower half of his face. The high nose bridge created a three-dimensional effect on the layer of cloth.
Zhong Jiuyin looked at him carefully at the door frame, his eyes were exposed, and Yan Cheng was about to be burned when he stood outside the door.
"Don't let me in?"
Zhong Jiuyin let go of one hand and then closed the door.
Although the movements were normal, my eyes never left him and I stared at him.
Yan Cheng endured the illusion that his back was about to burn and put his coat on the sofa as usual.
Then he asked her calmly: "How was the trial yesterday? You didn't say it very clearly. Is it okay?"
"Do you think I'm good?" She took two steps forward and walked directly to Yan Cheng, with the two of them only a little distance away.
"I don't need to ask any questions that have been discussed. Is there anything else when you come back to see me?"
"Other thing" was so meaningful that she nipped the word "something else".
Yan Cheng stopped and looked down at her.
Once the invisible sight has a focus, it seems to be transformed into a sizzling circuit, and the ambiguous factors around it are attracted together, colliding and rubbing, and sending out an electric spark that is well aware of.
Yan Cheng hooked his mask with his fingertips, and then the two of them quickly entangled each other in tacit understanding, kissing hard and anxiously.
The calm and calm atmosphere just now instantly turned into a steamer on the fire, emitting hot steam, and quickly spread throughout the space.
Zhong Jiuyin was picked up in the fog that was so hot that people's mind were dizzy. Her back was against the wall and she raised her head to breathe.
Yan Cheng's kiss flowed everywhere and finally returned to her lips.
The horn buckles on her sweater were unbuttoned, and Yan Cheng also opened the collar. They shared each other's body temperature and moved from the wall to the sofa, and then from the sofa to the room.
The relationship came quickly. When the two of them came to their senses and took a breath, they realized that they were so messy that they were just a short kick.
Yan Cheng stopped, his fingers penetrated into Zhong Jiuyin's long hair, buried his head between her neck, hugging her and letting out a deep breath.
"I miss you very much," he whispered.
Zhong Jiuyin also hugged him back, rubbed his face slightly and said, "I have that little, too."