False Poor and Real Boss

Xin Rong suddenly had the illusion that the virtuous wife at home warmly came out to greet her husband after a busy day away.

"Well, when did you arrive?"

"It's not long since I arrived." Yan Fei would never say that he arrived here an hour early, and changed three sets of clothes before going out.

"Are you still used to the furniture? If you don't like it, I can ask someone to change it."

"I think it's very good. They are all made of logs, which fit Mr. Xin's style very well." Yan Fei looked around at the surrounding layout: "It's just too messy. I'll ask my assistant to buy some handicraft ornaments and send them over the other day."

Xin Rong nodded, and put the folder on the coffee table.

"The newly proposed supplementary agreement has been modified according to your request, you can take a look."

"Don't look at it, I trust Mr. Xin."

Yan Fei patted the seat beside him: "Mr. Xin, sit down for a while, must be very tired after working all day?"

"Fortunately."

Xin Rong sat down on the single sofa opposite.

Yan Fei smiled: "I asked my assistant to make honey grapefruit tea, which can be drunk with boiling water. It's very annoying. Do you want to try it, Mr. Xin?"

Xin Rong seldom drinks. He frowned, and was about to refuse, when Yan Fei said, "Boss Xin has done so much for me, and I want to give him a small reward."

Xin Rong had no choice but to compromise.

Under the warm yellow light, Yan Fei's busy figure in the kitchen is extraordinarily warm.

He is wearing a slim-fitting light-colored shirt and trousers today, with a tight waist, long and straight legs, and fluffy house slippers on his feet, which inexplicably add a sense of fashion.

"Mr. Xin, what kind of sweetness do you like?"

"Half sugar."

"it is good."

Yan Fei washed the cup, soaked it in boiling water, picked up a spoon and scooped a spoonful of grapefruit tea in the glass jar.His fingers are slender and fair, and doing such simple movements is as beautiful as shooting an advertisement.

"It's soaked."

Stirring the grapefruit tea in the cup with a spoon, Yan Fei walked up to Xin Rong with the cup in hand.

"It's a bit hot, Mr. Xin be careful."

When Xin Rong went to pick up the cup, his fingers inevitably touched Yan Fei's hand.He shrank his fingers, causing the cup to lose his grip, and the grapefruit tea inside spilled out, splashing some onto Yan Fei's shirt.

Xin Rong quickly put the cup on the tea table.

"Sorry, I burned you."

"It's okay." Yan Fei put her hands behind her back without showing any trace, with a smile on her face: "I'll just go back to my room and change clothes."

Xin Rong didn't say anything, she went to the TV cabinet and found a medicine box.

"The back of your left hand is red. There happens to be some ointment here. Apply some."

"Then trouble Mr. Xin."

Yan Fei is naturally good at following others.

To apply medicine, the two inevitably have to sit together.

Xin Rong regretted sitting so close to Yan Fei, especially when the young man looked at him with a smile on his amorous eyes.

Xin Rong threw the swab into the trash can: "Okay, do you want to wrap it?"

"There's another place that's burned too." Yan Fei's tone was pitiful.

"where?"

Yan Fei lifted up his shirt, exposing his abdomen: "Here, it's a little red here too."

The young man's skin was dazzlingly white, Xin Rong was inexplicably uncomfortable, his eyes wandered around, and he forced himself to turn back to Yan Fei.

Near the belly button, there is indeed a small piece of hot red skin.

Xin Rong changed the cotton swab and helped him apply the medicine carefully.

The young man's figure is not as thin as he imagined. Although his skin is fair, his abdominal muscles and mermaid lines are very obvious.

"Mr. Yan also works out?"

After applying the medicine, Xin Rong capped the bottle and asked Yan Fei.

Yan Fei glanced down, and said indifferently: "It's just practicing casually, mainly for the appearance of appearance."

Xin Rong nodded, and suddenly saw a scar on his waist.

"Did you get hurt on your left waist?"

"Well, once when I was filming a costume drama, I accidentally fell off my horse. I had a moderate concussion. Fortunately, the staff took me to the hospital in time, otherwise I might not be able to take care of myself now." Yan Fei's tone seemed to be It's as easy as telling a joke.

Xin Rong smiled lightly.

"You are very optimistic, as if you can see the bright side of everything."

"Yeah, it's a day to be happy, and it's also a day to be unhappy. I choose to live happily."

Xin Rong smiled and put away the folding medicine box. At this moment, the phone on the table vibrated.

Xin Rong looked away, and the smile on the corner of his mouth froze.

"I'm getting married this Saturday. The venue is at the Oasis Hotel. Admission is at 08:30. You are welcome to bring your girlfriend. The invitation letter will be sent to your home tomorrow. Remarks: You must bring a girlfriend, Xiaomi doesn't count. If you have a girlfriend If someone shows up, I will feel very guilty. ——Xie Zhihan”

Xin Rong sighed inwardly.

"What's wrong?" Yan Fei leaned over and looked at him with concern: "Is there anything bothering you?"

Xin Rong rubbed her forehead: "My ex-girlfriend is getting married this Saturday, and I hope I will attend her wedding."

"Just go." Yan Fei's heart was sour, but his tone was still very generous: "Let's say goodbye to my ex formally."

"Well, but she said that she hoped that I would bring my female companion to participate." Xin Rong seemed distressed.

"Oh, isn't there any suitable person around Mr. Xin?" Yan Fei asked tentatively.

Xin Rong smiled wryly.

Yan Fei was overjoyed in his heart, he held back his laughter, and suddenly had a bold idea.

"What does Mr. Xin think of me?"

"Huh?" Xin Rong didn't understand what he meant.

"I mean, I can be your girlfriend."

Xin Rong's expression changed from doubt to shock.

"Mr. Xin, don't worry, I've acted in women's clothing before, and it's not against the peace at all. And I have a professional makeup artist to ensure that the effect is very realistic."

"But you're a star..."

"I guarantee that none of my fans will recognize me. If Mr. Xin doesn't believe me, why don't you take me to see your sister tomorrow and see if she can recognize me?"

Xin Rong's expression was tangled.Yan Fei's women's clothing is indeed amazing, but it was on TV, rendered with lights and filters. In reality, wouldn't it be against harmony?

"Mr. Xin, just wait for me to show up tomorrow. I promise to open your eyes. My team is very professional."

"Can--"

"No need but." Yan Fei patted him on the shoulder, smiling like a flower: "The one in front of you is a professional actor, and he can't perform such a simple play well. How will he be in the entertainment industry in the future?"

His tongue was so brilliant that Xin Rong was speechless.

"...Okay, then tomorrow—"

"Call your sister out and let's have dinner together. When you see her, tell her that I'm a biracial, Chinese-American, and a model by profession. I met you at a reception and I'm in a relationship now."

"Need to explain so clearly?"

"Of course, the more details there are, the less likely it is to arouse suspicion."

Xin Rong was impressed by his expertise.

"By the way, Mr. Xin, there is something that needs your cooperation."

Xin Rong made a posture of listening attentively.

"Nothing else, I just hope that you can get closer to me when the time comes, so that the acting will be more similar."

"let me try."

"Haha, Mr. Xin, don't be nervous. I will guide you how to act tomorrow."

Xin Rong laughed dryly.

After discussing some details, the two went back to their rooms to sleep.

As Xin Rong said, he slept on the first floor, and Yan Fei slept on the second.Do not interfere with each other.

In the morning, when Yan Fei got up, Xin Rong's car had already left.He leaned over the railing of the balcony and watched for a while, then sighed faintly.

How did Xin Rong feel about him?Say I like it, but I don't like it, there is no ambiguous behavior at all.He said he didn't like it, but he spent so much time helping him and making him happy.

Yan Fei scratched his hair melancholy, and went downstairs to make coffee.When the coffee was ready, he called his makeup artist.

"Jenny, are you free today..."

After receiving an affirmative reply, Yan Fei walked around happily.After making an appointment with the makeup artist, he called Xiaoxia and asked her to pick out some exquisite handicrafts online.

"Why buy this? You have everything at home." Xiao Xia was puzzled.

"I bought it for a friend. His house has just been renovated, and it is empty and lacks human touch."

"Oh, that's easy. Send me your address later, and I'll buy it directly when the time comes, and ask the seller to send it to you."

"it is good."

After everything was settled, Yan Fei yawned and decided to go upstairs to sleep.

But when he reached the spiral staircase, he stopped again, turned back, and slowly moved towards Xin Rong's room.

I don't know if the door is locked or not... He tentatively pushed it, and opened it unexpectedly.

The layout inside is very simple, with light-colored floors, dark wood-colored beds, wardrobes, bedside tables, and simple post-modern chandeliers, which are in line with Xin Rong's style.

The color of the bed is also sex-cold gray-blue, the pillows are fluffy, there are traces of being pressed, the quilt is half folded outside, and there are creases.

Yan Fei lingered at the door for a while, said a few words of apology to the air, and blushed into Xin Rong's room.

The first thing I did was pick up the pillow and touch it.

Well, it really smelled like Xin Rong.Yan Fei buried his face in the pillow and took a deep breath.

After doing this action, I felt like a pervert again, so I quickly put the pillow back and patted it with my hands.

It is true that there is no silver 300 taels here.

Yan Fei thumped his forehead, and exited Xin Rong's room angrily.

He stayed in the villa alone and had nothing to do, so he bought a bunch of green plants and decorative paintings online.

I ordered takeaway at noon, slept again in the afternoon, and woke up refreshed, just in time for Jenny to arrive.Carrying a cosmetic case and two paper bags, she hurried in.

"Hurry up, hurry up, I have to go to the studio to catch up."

"Is the clothes bought in my size?"

Yan Fei took the paper bag from her hand.

Jenny has long, flamboyant wine-red hair, and she speaks crisply and viciously: "Of course, I've been looking for it for a long time. You have such a flat chest, and you have to wear a skirt to pretend to be a woman. It's really hard for me to do it."

Yan Fei "cut": "At least I still have breasts."

After saying this, he glanced at Jenny's upper body: "I'm not like someone, I don't even have breasts."

"I just don't want to squeeze."

Jenny rolled her eyes, opened the makeup box, and skillfully began to prepare the tools.

Knowing that she was in a hurry, Yan Fei quickly carried the paper bag to the dressing room to change. Although Jenny is a makeup artist, she also has a poisonous eye for choosing clothes.This long black dress looks inconspicuous, but I didn't expect it to be amazing when worn on the body.

Yan Fei changed her skirt, turned her back again, and looked at her glasses.

Well, sure enough, it's different to be good-looking. She looks so good in women's clothing.

However, the front seems to be a little more peaceful...

"Jenny, didn't you have a breast pad or something?"

Yan Fei dragged her skirt and walked out frowning.

Jenny looked up at him, her expression was amazed for half a second, and then her disgust returned.

"No, you are in such a hurry, I don't have time to prepare breast pads."

"Forget it, I'll go out and buy one later, um, I need a pair of sunglasses."

"Don't look, come here, I'll put some moisturizing lotion on you."

Yan Fei obediently sat on the sofa and let her play with it.His skin was already fine, but he just took another afternoon nap, and it was so white and tender that water could almost be squeezed out. Jenny thinks it's a waste of money to put on makeup.

"What type of makeup do you want?" She dabbed the foundation little by little.

"What type?" Yan Fei said with a smile.

"For example, European and American style, Korean style of beautiful girl, scheming green tea style, or flirtatious-flashy-cheap-goods style."

"Fantasy-flashy-bad?" Yan Fei found it interesting: "Just try this."

"Okay."