If I don't film, I have to go home and inherit billions of dollars

Chapter 332 Turn on the faucet but no bucket

Under the silent night, dim street lights illuminate the road leading to the back door of Beidu Film Academy, which looks a bit empty.

The big trees on both sides are like heroic soldiers, guarding the light on this road and dispelling the darkness.

Under the shadow of one of the big trees, Wang Qing leaned his back on the tree, stretched his legs, and sat under the tree to hide in the darkness.

In his arms, Zhang Zifeng was covered with a white coat one size bigger, sitting on his lap like a little rabbit.

"Al?"

Wang Qing blinked his eyes in confusion, looking at the limp little guy leaning in his arms.

"Have you really thought about it? I always feel that something is wrong with your current emotional state." He hesitated for a while and asked, leaning his palm lightly on her shoulder.

Disclosing this kind of thing has been discussed more than once.

The feeling of shrinking and hesitating really made him uncomfortable, but the problem depended on the attitudes of the two families and their occupations, so he had to delay and wait for the opportunity.

Zhang Zifeng has always been aware of this, and agrees with his choice, and even asked not to make it public for the time being.

But today, her uncharacteristic appearance really puzzled him.

"Think about it, because you are mine."

Zhang Zifeng, who had been buried in his chest all this time, raised her head, as if the blushing on her face hadn't subsided because of the deep kiss just now, but her expression was extremely serious, "Although I know you are fine, I won't make any mistakes. things."

"But it still upsets me to see other people approaching you with bad intentions."

Her tone was very solemn, and she looked very serious, "Let's make it public, I want other women to know that you are already famous! You are not someone you can casually hook up with!"

While speaking, Zhang Zifeng pulled Wang Qing's arm forcefully, and under his bewildered gaze, took off the hair tie with long hair and put it on his wrist.

"You are mine." She emphasized again very seriously.

Maybe it was the sense of crisis, or maybe it was the excitement brought about by today's school celebration stage, which made her suppress her inner reserve for a short time and take the initiative again.

Blinking her eyes blankly, Wang Qing didn't resist, watching her act like a child swearing an oath of sovereignty, and couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, I'm yours."

Staring at her lovely face, Wang Qing gently stretched out his palm and rubbed her hair, "However, since you are already like this, shouldn't you call me husband, wife?"

In the slow pace of speech, there was a little expectation in his tone.

This feeling of being possessed by someone you like is really comfortable.

But no matter what, he still wanted to be called husband, obviously he had already slept, and he had always called her wife in private, but Zhang Zifeng never responded to him with the correct address once.

It is really distressing to have such a young and immature apple as a girlfriend. It is not easy to take the initiative in many things, otherwise I will feel guilty.

"Give me some seriousness!"

Wang Qing's doting words made Zhang Zifeng's serious face collapse all of a sudden, he dodged his eyes and dared not meet his gaze, stretched out his petite palm to press his face, and forcibly turned his face away.

"I'm serious, let's go public."

She tried to turn the topic back, and turn back the serious discussion atmosphere.

With Zhang Zifeng's palm pressed against his face, Wang Qing's voice was a bit vague: "I know, I know, I will find a way to deal with this matter in the next few days."

He understood Zhang Zifeng's meaning and thoughts.

It was nothing more than something to do with the things she asked in the cafeteria in the afternoon.

Although Wang Qing's emotional intelligence is not very high, but Zhang Zifeng is so obvious, she can still perceive some of her thoughts correctly.

Suddenly, he turned his head and let Zhang Zifeng's palm face pressed against his face, but then, he lightly bit her finger with his teeth.

"Ah! What are you doing!"

She jumped up like a frightened kitten, stopped sitting on Wang Qing's lap, and stood up a little distance away from him, looking at Wang Qing with terrified eyes.

Wang Qing patted the dust on his trousers and stood up, and replied helplessly, "It's time to go to bed, my wife, it's already so late."

He himself is fine, but it's almost three o'clock and four o'clock now. Even if tonight is the school celebration and the school doesn't set a curfew, it's about time for her to go back to rest.

Hearing his reminder, Zhang Zifeng froze for a moment, then nodded silently.

She still has some regrets, and she is still very reluctant.

But Wang Qing was right, it was so late, she should go back, the roommates might have gone back to the dormitory to sleep.

But before she turned around and walked to the side of the road, and left from the shadows, Wang Qing grabbed her hand.

All of a sudden, her heart was brought up again.

"You seem to be in a hurry recently."

Pulling her into his arms again, Wang Qing whispered in her ear: "Work or career, don't rush, just take your time."

Zhang Zifeng, who was a little nervous at first, calmed down suddenly after hearing his words, and stared blankly at the face in front of her that fascinated her.

"You develop screenwriting as a hobby, don't you? If you wanted to make money, you wouldn't have chosen not to be an actor, would you?" Wang Qing continued, "You should treat your husband as something you can rely on. Rather than competitors, what you chase after me has never been our way of getting along, hasn't it?"

Now that he knows Zhang Zifeng's recent emotions, he can't pretend that he doesn't know anything and let her face it by herself.

"Well"

Zhang Zifeng felt a little embarrassed as if he had been told what was on his mind.

"Starting tomorrow, enjoy your college life. As for the movie, just write it before graduation." Wang Qing said, holding her palm-sized face with both hands.

Staring at the tightly pursed red lips, his face slowly approached again.
"Oh, didn't you expect this to happen to me?"

Early in the morning, Wang Qing got up early under the reminder of biological instinct.

Looking at the time beside the pillow, it was 46:[-], more than ten minutes earlier than the expected wake-up time.

Although now because of his self-healing ability, he is no longer limited to one hour of sleep time as before, but can adjust himself for more time on the basis of one hour.

The ability to activate self-healing skills during sleep and restore the body.

But obviously he planned to sleep until nine o'clock, and after breakfast, catch the airport flight at ten o'clock, but now he wakes up at eight o'clock.

As for the reason, it was because Wang Qing was about to wash his underwear.

　Thanks to book friends Ying Xiaoqiannuo and diaonm for their support.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)