You, don't flirt!

"He really isn't right for you."

Accompanied by a deep voice, a figure came out from the shadows where the light was not on.

The man raised his eyes, his black pupils looked cold and deep.

"Because he's mine."

"..."

All the blood faded from Kang Yunyun's face suddenly.

Her voice trembled slightly, and she looked at Du Wenjin with an expression of unbelievable pain——

"Senior Wen, you were really caught by him..."

The lingering sound is not finished, but it is already self-evident.

"..."

The corners of Du Wenjin's eyes twitched slightly, and he looked at Fang Zhihuai with cold eyes.

Fang Zhihuai walked over as if he didn't see Du Wenjin's appearance of about to swallow him alive.

"Miss Kang misunderstood."

He looked sideways, stretched out his hand to hook Du Wenjin's fingertips hanging by his side, and pulled it to his lips for a kiss.

"Before Jin'er entered the entertainment industry, we were already together."

He raised his eyelids in that posture, with a faint trace of a smile in his deep dark pupils.

He pinpointed that Du Wenjin didn't want to let go of this opportunity for Kang Yunyun to escape unscathed.

——He knows better than anyone how soft-hearted his Jin'er is.

"..."

It took Du Wenjin a lot of effort not to punch this man's face directly with his fist.

He took a light breath, withdrew his hand, and turned to Kang Yunyun with a slight hook on his lips.

"Sorry, Miss Kang, I really don't like the opposite sex."

Kang Yunyun's face was still pale, but Fang Zhihuai's previous explanation seemed to relieve her a little.

She was silent for a long time before slowly nodding:

"I see... I'm sorry for disturbing you, Senior Wen."

The two people who apologized to each other were relatively speechless.

Fang Zhihuai took the initiative to say, "I'll take you back."

Kang Yunyun regained consciousness, nodded in a daze, and walked in front.

"..."

Du Wenjin glanced at Fang Zhihuai.

At this time, Fang Zhihuai, who justifiably called himself a "boyfriend", looked back quietly.

Glancing at Kang Yunyun who was walking in front, Du Wenjin could only give up and raised her legs to follow.

……

A few minutes later, seeing the man walking in behind Du Wenjin and Kang Yunyun, Zhao Shengqin and others felt that they couldn't get better——

Seeing the Buddha twice in one night, their hearts were almost overwhelmed.

As the director of the film crew, and Du Wenjin sat back in his original seat in an extremely shameless manner as soon as he came in, Zhao Shengqin could only step forward without hesitation——

"Mr. Fang, how come you have the time to come in person?"

Fang Zhihuai did not directly reply to Zhao Shengqin's words, but glanced at Du Wenjin before opening his mouth.

"It's nothing, just send the little ancestor at home."

A faint smile shone in his eyes.

Zhao Shengqin froze his expression.

After a while, he turned his neck to look at Du Wenjin.When he turned back, Zhao Shengqin consciously followed Fang Zhihuai's voice despite the galloping horses in his heart:

"Are you and Wenjin...?"

The ears of the others in the room perked up.

The corners of Fang Zhihuai's lips lifted slightly.

"Look at the mood of the little ancestor."

The man didn't realize that his name would cause other people to have a tornado effect, so he walked up to Du Wenjin in a conniving and helpless tone.

While walking, he said, "When Jin'er is in a good mood, we are lovers."

"..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Du Wenjin's cold eyes fell over.

Fang Zhihuai laughed hoarsely.

"At a time like this, it's probably slaves and slave owners."

Everyone: "..."

They really don't understand the tastes of rich people.

Zhao Shengqin laughed twice: "Mr. Fang...Mr. Fang really likes to joke..."

"'joke'?"

Fang Zhihuai walked to Du Wenjin's side, supported the edge of the round table with one hand, pressed the back of the chair behind Du Wenjin with the other, and leaned over to the profile of the person sitting at the table.

"Jin'er, am I joking?"

The distance is too close, and the breath is close at hand.

The slightly scorching breath blew by the side of the ear.

Du Wenjin raised his hand, and covered the ear of the side being approached coldly, preventing Fang Zhihuai from continuing to lean closer.

Fang Zhihuai smiled lowly, and kissed the man's fair palm.

Everyone: "..."

Okay, I know it's not a joke, you guys won.