Fengyue

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Bai Chu smiled wickedly, "Come on, I don't believe it."

I patted Baichu on the shoulder, "You don't matter whether you believe it or not. Anyway, I'm telling the truth. Let's go and eat some desserts, maybe you'll be happy."

Coming out of the dessert shop, Bai Chu was urgently summoned by her boyfriend, leaving me to walk alone on Meijiang Avenue.

I'm thinking about how to taunt and taunt Bai Chu, a guy who values ​​sex over friends.

"Xiao Yueyue. My little Yueyue." A man called me, his voice was quite crooked.

I stopped to follow the sound and saw a white BMW parked obliquely behind me.

It was the man in the car who called me.

His name is Deng Wen, a well-known TV drama director in China. My biological mother married his father. When I was in college in Kyoto City, he visited me at school and kept saying that I was his sister.

Fuck his grandma, I never admitted it, but I don't dislike him, so I just treat him as an ordinary friend.

Deng Wen is about 40 years old, tall and straight, his facial features are not exquisite, but he is still correct, he has no beard, no long braids, neither sharp mouth monkey cheeks, black and greasy, nor bald and wretched. In the pile, it can be regarded as the responsibility of appearance.Of course, there is no way to compare with the deserted wind.

He has a hobby, which is to be merciful everywhere, and he is nicknamed "Merry Deng".In the passenger seat, there are either young models or actresses. I am quite surprised that I am alone at the moment.

I turned around and walked to the car and looked at Deng Wen's smiling face, "Don't scream so disgustingly, why am I so young? You are just a little stool."

Deng Wen stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the passenger seat, with a playful smile, "My good sister, I just met you, and you gave me a cold brow. Come on, go to my villa, mother asked me to give you something. "

I sullenly said, "I don't want her things."

They are all books on criminal psychology, the original editions are in English, some of them are out of print, and you can’t buy them in China, so you definitely don’t want them. Deng Wen curled his lips, meaning that if I didn't get in the car with him, I would definitely regret it.

"Cut." I rolled my eyes at Deng Wen, and got into his car, "Knowledge doesn't distinguish between national borders, a few broken books, no matter who bought them. I am so flexible and careless. Hehe!"

Deng Wen smiled.

Along the way, I deliberately harbored malicious intentions and found thorns in various ways.

"Excuse me, Director Deng, in Meijiang's palace, is that concubine going to be lucky again?"

Deng Wen smiled, "You! How are you?"

"Bah! Can you talk properly?"

"How can there be so many concubines for me? I am here to work. There is a new drama to be filmed in Meijiang, and I will live in Meijiang for a while. How about it, don't do your crappy job, come and act TV series, I will definitely make you popular."

I snorted coldly, "Don't talk about yourself so seriously, an old man in his 40s is rich and talented, and he doesn't look ugly. Why don't you get married? It's because he wants to be romantic."

Deng Wenchang sighed, feeling aggrieved, "It seems that your misunderstanding of me is enormous!"

I closed my eyes and meditated, chatting with Deng Wen, talking too much, it was a waste of saliva!

Deng Wen drove me to his "palace" in Meijiang. To my surprise, he was also in the Spring Garden Villas.What I didn't expect was that I met Leng Qingfeng and Zhuang Meng there.

There is a wide road between the two villas.The two cars stopped at their respective gates one after the other, and they both saw each other, so they naturally wanted to approach and say hello...

The only stranger was Deng Wen, and I introduced Deng Wen to Leng Qingfeng and Zhuang Meng.

Zhuang Meng held Deng Wen's hand, smiling like a flower in compliment, "Director Deng is a genius director, and every drama has both word-of-mouth and ratings. I grew up chasing your TV dramas."

Deng Wen asked with a smile, "So, you are about the same age as Xiao Yueyue."

I could feel Leng Qingfeng's cold and inquiring eyes sweep across Deng Wen's face, and then fell on mine.

I felt it, and Deng Wen must have felt it too, and quickly explained with a smile, "Xiao Yueyue is my half-sister."

Leng Qingfeng and Zhuang Meng now understood who Deng Wen was.The relationship is actually very simple. My biological mother left me and became his mother.While laughing at myself in my heart, I still didn't forget to ask Leng Qingfeng, "Why are you here?"

"My mother celebrates her birthday, so I took the time to have a meal at noon."

"Oh." I nodded.

I heard that Director Zhuang and his wife divorced because of their emotional discord in the early years. Zhuang Meng's mother opened some kind of Internet technology company. Unexpectedly, it was so rich.You know, there are very few masters who can live in the same villa complex as Mr. Hua and Young Master Deng.

After saying goodbye, they each entered their own villas.

Deng Wen's villa is unbelievably luxurious. In the large living room of [-] square meters, I can see the books on the coffee table at a glance. There are more than a dozen books, all of which are thick and beautifully packaged.

Deng Wen reached out and handed me a can of drink, "You flip through the book first, I'll go to the study to read the script."

"I'll take it back and look at it slowly."

Deng Wen looked at me, "Be obedient, you can't move so many books, and you can't get a taxi here. I don't have time to see you off right now. I'll finish reading the script of the scene I'm going to shoot tomorrow, and I'll take you to French dinner." .”

I nodded, that's all I could do.

I sat on the sofa, reading a book fascinated, and even forgot the time. When Deng Wen came out of the study, I looked at my watch, and it was already seven o'clock in the evening.

Deng Wen had already changed his clothes, took the car keys, and stood in the living room.

He said, "Let's go, treat you to dinner, just treat it as a cleansing for me, for the sake of my giving you so many books."

"Huh? Is the logical thinking of the director so strange?"

Of course, it should be my treat to pick up the wind and wash the dust; if it is because he gave me so many books, I am grateful, and it should be me.

Deng Wen had already wrapped the book neatly, hugged it to his chest, and drove away in front of his head.

In a very fancy French restaurant.

As soon as we sat down, we looked up and saw Zhuang Meng at the next table.This time, Zhuang Meng was not with Leng Qingfeng. A middle-aged woman was sitting opposite her, elegant and luxurious, somewhat similar to her. I think it might be her mother.

They didn't intend to go over to say hello to each other, they just nodded their heads as if they had said hello.

I have a very strange feeling for Zhuang Meng, I can't stand her dating Leng Qingfeng, and I can't break them up.Anyway, it's the kind of helpless feeling that I can't get used to and can't get rid of.

Eating with this emotion, no matter how delicious it is, is like chewing wax.

Deng Wen took good care of me, taught me how to cut steak, served me soup, and finally wiped the soup from the corner of my mouth with a wet towel.

I was a little uncomfortable pushing Deng Wen's hand away, "Do you really think of me as a younger sister?"

Deng Wen made an oath, "My mother has treated me like my own for so many years, and I really treat you as my sister."

I almost choked to death with a mouthful of soup stuck in my throat, ha ha, that woman is really big-hearted, leaving her own daughter indifferent, treating other people's children as her own, if Deng Jiemin (Deng Wen's father) hadn't On the side of the rich family, hehe, the situation is another matter, right?

My eye sockets were filled with tears, and I looked directly into Deng Wen's eyes with glistening eyes, "Isn't it interesting to stimulate me like this?"

Deng Wen looked at me in a panic, quickly moved to my side, and hugged me in his arms, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, but I really treat you as my sister. It's my brother who made a mistake, so I apologize to you."

I reached out and took out a wet wipe, wiped my hands, "I don't want to eat, send me back."

"it is good!"

Deng Wen sent me to Lily's apartment and helped me move all the books into the house before leaving.

Before leaving, Deng Wen stood in the corridor and held my shoulder and said, "You live in such a shabby place, why don't you move to Spring Garden."

I broke his hand away, half-jokingly, "No, that would be too immoral, and I can't disturb your lucky beauty."

Deng Wen looked into my eyes, serious, "How deep is your misunderstanding of me, do you believe all the hype on the Internet?" At the end, Deng Wen pointed to my head, a little pampered and helpless, "You!"

Thor

I bent down and laughed, "The little one sends Director Deng off respectfully."

Deng Wen shook his head and left with a smile.

The energy-saving lamps in the corridor were on, and I turned around to go back to the house, when the deserted and cold wind came out suddenly.

His cold eyes fell on mine, and he asked in a cold voice, "Why did you turn off the phone?"

"No, no electricity." I stammered.

Leng Qingfeng stared at me blankly, without saying a word.

I twitched at the corner of my mouth, "So you're at home? I saw the lights in your room were dark, so I thought..."

"What you think is not necessarily correct." Leng Qingfeng cut off my words, with an orderly tone, "Don't get involved with that romantic director."

To be honest, I was a little afraid of the cold wind, so I lowered my head and muttered in a low voice, "He is so talented. Besides, I didn't get involved with him either."

Leng Qingfeng took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his pajamas, swiped his finger on the screen twice, and held it up to me, "Look for yourself."

I took the phone and flipped through the photos one by one. They were photos of Deng Wen teaching me how to cut a steak, handing me soup, and wiping the corners of my mouth in the restaurant just now.

It was taken by Zhuang Meng, so it's not difficult to guess.

Thinking of Zhuang Meng's going too far, I unknowingly vented my anger on Leng Qingfeng.This kind of emotion is very strange, and I know it's wrong, but I can't control it.

I raised my head, met the cold gaze of the cold wind, and felt somewhat confident, "What's the matter with having a meal together? I thought it was some indecent photo of director Zhuang Da's photoshop?"

On the cold and windy face frozen thousands of miles away, even a thin layer of anger can be felt, "