Bestow Me a Love Like Wind

Lengscheng turned his head, a hint of playfulness flashed in his amber eyes: "Do you like me? What do you like me?"

"I..." If you like this, you still need to ask what you like? She thought for a while, and said affectionately, "I like everything about you."

"Really?" Lengscheng stretched out his hand-disgustingly loosened the fingers that hugged her around her waist, then pushed her away and stood up by herself, "But, I don't like you. what."

Chen Wenjie was dumbfounded. If Lengscheng doesn't like her, how did she choose her? He arranged the way for her, increased her appearance rate, and contacted the big director for her. If he didn't like her, how could he do that?

Moreover, he occasionally flashes the blurry eyes on himself, which can't deceive anyone! If he doesn't like it, why would he do it?

Chen Wenjie raised his head with a trace of tears in his eyes, and looked at him with a sad and expectant look: "Mr. Leng, I really like you! I know that you are married, and I have no intention of destroying your marriage. I just... want to stay by your side. I will be content if I can look at you every day!"

"But, my wife is great. If you want to be a junior, you have to kneel on the ground and offer her tea every morning!" Lengscheng stood far away, condescendingly looking at the pear flower lying on the ground crying and raining her with a terrible smile. .

Chen Wenjie froze again. Could it be that his relationship with his wife is not harmonious because his wife is too strong? She walked a few steps on the ground, stretched out her hand and tried to hug him: "Mr. Leng, I don't care! As long as there is true love, even if she is...stern, I won't frown."

In order to express her sadness, loyalty and pain, her eyelids blinked, and a drop of tears rolled down and dripped on the ground.

Leng Sicheng stretched her foot and kicked her arm that tried to hug him, with a bad smile: "You've been in the showbiz for many years, haven't you?"

After a thoughtless word, Chen Wenjie looked up at him a little strangely. Could it be—he knew it, she used to hook up with which director and boss for the sake of being a superior?

Leng Sicheng just smiled faintly: "The acting is good. No wonder he will be selected by the director of this film. And..."

Leng Sicheng suddenly squatted down and spoke softly in front of her. Every time she said a word, Chen Wenjie's face paled: "My wife said, no matter how many women I play outside, she doesn't care. But - She is-afraid-getting-sick."

Chen Wenjie's head buzzed! The blood trough emptied in an instant, and she did not expect that Lengscheng was so straightforward, so cruel, and so merciless!

She even didn't know how to answer! Can she say that she is not sick and has never slept with other men? Are you innocent? What a joke!

"I know, just get out." Leng Sicheng retracted his gaze, no longer interested in looking at her, took a step and walked to the other side of the sofa to sit down, and his slender body sank into the soft sofa.

Chen Wenjie trembled, got up almost using his hands and feet together, and stumbled to the door. A condensed voice suddenly came from behind: "Tomorrow, will you be the location of the commercial?"

Chen Wenjie froze for a moment, and turned his head back shrinkingly, only to see that a gloomy light flashed in Lengsi's eyes, as if he was planning something.