You, don't flirt!

After "Weightlessness" male number one Song Jin was cast as Du Wenjin, the actor for the second male number Qi Sheng was also quickly settled. Coincidentally, it happened to be Wang Zi from Huanye Entertainment.

For such a movie with extremely high expectations and the hard power of the crew, the qualifications of the two protagonists are both awarded to Huanye Entertainment. This is a happy event for any entertainment company that is new to the industry.However, when he got the exact news, Fang Zhihuai, the president of Huanye Entertainment, didn't feel any emotion related to "pleasure".

Or on the contrary, his mood can be described as "bad".

As soon as he finished handling the company's affairs in the afternoon, Fang Zhihuai ordered Zhou Yuan to call his private car and wait downstairs in the company.

"Mr. Fang, are you going back to Xiqian Mountain?"

Zhou Yuan asked.

Fang Zhihuai lifted his eyelids, and his black pupils were bottomless: "...No, go to Du's house."

Zhou Yuan was silent for two seconds, and responded with a strange expression.

——He didn't know how Mr. Du and other people in Du's house felt, but at least judging from his itinerary, since Young Master Du lived back in Du's house, Mr. Fang almost regarded Du's house as Xiqianshan, a company A third home away from home.

As for the period since Young Master Du took over the script and didn't show up in the company again, Fang Zhihuai went to Du's house more frequently.

...Fortunately, there is such a cover for the boss and the artists under his banner.

Zhou Yuan sighed like this, and called the driver.

…………

When Fang Zhihuai's private car arrived at Du's house, he met Du Wenyu who was about to leave home.

As soon as Du Wenyu stopped getting into the car when he saw the license plate number that was no longer familiar to people in the recent period, the calm emotion on his face was suddenly replaced by a posture of facing an enemy.

The driver who opened the door for Du Wenyu looked at their young master in confusion, and then saw the young master waved his hands with a dark face, and turned his eyes to look at the car approaching them with a cool gaze.

After a while, the dark-black car stopped, and Zhou Yuan, who was in the co-pilot position, pushed the door and got out of the car, walked around and opened the door of the back seat, and a tall and straight man in a suit and leather shoes stepped out of the car.

The collar of the jacket was adjusted with thumbs, and the buttons were fastened. Fang Zhihuai was just about to walk into the Du residence when he saw Du Wenyu who was standing aside and staring at them unkindly.

Fang Zhihuai didn't mind that seemingly aggressive gaze.

As if looking at his ignorant younger brother, Fang Zhihuai smiled lightly and took a few steps in the direction of Du Wenyu, then stopped.

-

"Wen Yu, long time no see."

"..."

Du Wenyu gritted her molars and forced a smile, "Mr. Fang, if I remember correctly, we just met this week."

"is it?"

Fang Zhihuai asked insincerely, then raised his gaze, and his eyes fell to a certain direction in Du's house.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of the man's lips.

"Then it's probably just a day, like three autumns."

Du Wenyu followed Fang Zhihuai's gaze and saw the floor-to-ceiling windows of Du Wenjin's bedroom.After Du Wenyu was stunned for a moment, he figured out what Fang Zhihuai meant, and when he came back to his senses, his face became even colder.

He took a step forward. Although his face was ugly, he could only lower his voice out of concern for the attention of other people around him.

"I know that there must be many young and beautiful men and women around Mr. Fang... Then, for the sake of the friendship between the Fang family and the Du family for many years, can Mr. Fang not let Xiao Jin go?"

"...I let him go?"

Hearing this, Fang Zhihuai raised the corners of his lips suddenly, and those deep black eyes seemed to be lit with two clusters of flames, burning up the dirty desire that had been buried for many years——

"From the moment I stepped into your Du's house nine years ago, I stepped on the ground and fell into the abyss... Since then, I can only fall deeper and deeper, and there is no chance of climbing up. One of his A movement, a smile, a look, even a breath—it drives me crazy!"

The man's voice was low, and his voice was almost hoarse because of the eruption of emotions that had been pent up in the script before: "What kind of position do you think I am in this relationship? I forced him, Am I standing on the high ground?"

"..."

Du Wenyu couldn't help taking a step back. Fang Zhihuai, whose eyes were so ferocious that he was almost crazy, was by no means the wise, calm, deep-minded man he and most people were familiar with.

Fang Zhihuai didn't care about Du Wenyu's reaction, he just smiled dumbly, and the two clusters of dim fire in his eyes gradually suppressed——

"I'm the one who was turned into a puppet by Jin'er's emotions. It's his movements and smiles, his eyes and breathing—it's him who didn't let me go."

After Fang Zhihuai finished speaking, he turned around and was about to go inside, but just as he took a step, he stopped again and looked back at Du Wenyu.

"Besides, I really hope you can tell Mr. Du."

"..."

Du Wenyu's pupils shrank.

Fang Zhihuai grinned, and this smile made Du Wenyu shudder even in broad daylight——

"If the Du family can completely cut off his thoughts, so that Jin'er will only have me as the only person in this world who needs to be connected... that would be great."

"........."

After a long while, Du Wenyu came back to his senses, and couldn't help but shake a bit, which was how he got out of the terrifying low-temperature and low-pressure environment before.

But at this moment, looking at the back of Fang Zhihuai walking into Du's house, his emotions became complicated for a while.

...Maybe Fang Zhihuai is right?

Such an arrogant and unrestrained personality like their Wen Jin, if he is not willing, who can force him?

======

After entering Du's house, as a matter of routine, Fang Zhihuai went to the tea room to say hello to old man Du, and had a hand-to-hand chat with the old man; then he asked Du Wenyu and Du Wenjin where they were going by accident, and then called In the name of "concern", he temporarily bid farewell to Mr. Du and went straight to the flower room behind Du's residence.

When Fang Zhihuai entered the flower room, Du Wenjin was looking at a bright red cyclamen, whispering with lowered eyebrows.

It's like whispering something to an intimate lover.

Fang Zhihuai walked over in no hurry, his eyes swept around the outside of the flower garden.

A few years ago, Du’s house was soiled, and many parts of the backyard were turned over. The original building structure can hardly find traces of the original shape, and only the approximate orientation remains in memory.

Following the direction of memory, Fang Zhihuai turned his gaze around, but still landed in the flower room.

Coincidentally, the flower room built after the renovation happened to occupy the most important place in the scene that he never forgot.

Fang Zhihuai couldn't help raising the corners of his lips, and walked towards Du Wenjin.

Du Wenjin turned his back to the direction Fang Zhihuai was coming from. At this moment, he was holding the script as if he was immersed in the play, and he didn't notice the person who was gradually approaching behind him.

He swallowed back the words he was about to say, and seeing Du Wenjin's defenseless back, Fang Zhihuai's heart moved, and his steps became lighter and lighter.

Then he walked behind Du Wenjin, and suddenly stretched out his arms to embrace him in his arms.

The sudden "attack" stunned Du Wenjin for a moment, and then instinctively wanted to fight back, but before his brain gave the command to fight back, there was already a scorching breath from behind him, all the way to his ear.

Then Du Wenjin felt the earlobe heat up, and a tingling pain was transmitted to his mind, accusing the "evil deeds" of the person who hugged him from behind.

"Jin'er..."

The man's hoarse voice, full of undisguised desire, hit Du Wenjin's eardrum deeply and heavily, and then spread to the bottom of his heart.The arms that hugged him from the back ring became tighter and tighter, as if trying to strangle Du Wenjin into his body.

The annoyance caused by being suddenly forcibly pulled out of the play subsided by half in an instant, but Du Wenjin still couldn't help struggling while looking at the script in his hand.

"I haven't finished reciting my lines...you wait until I finish reciting this passage."

"........."

There was no answering voice, only tighter movements gave the answer instead of voice.

Du Wenjin frowned slightly, and was about to say something.

But before he could speak, Fang Zhihuai's voice rang in his ears one step ahead of him——

"Do you remember where I first met you?"

The original voice stopped on his lips, and Du Wenjin's thoughts froze for a while following Fang Zhihuai's words, and then resumed.

"Isn't it in the backyard of the Du residence?"

"...Yes." Fang Zhihuai closed his eyes, thinking about the panicky young man who ran into his arms back then, that innocent deer-like eyes with a bit of vigilance hidden in the depths...

The kiss that landed on Du Wenjin's neck and earlobe became more and more intense.

Due to the posture of the two of them, Du Wenjin clearly sensed signs of emotion from the man behind him, he couldn't help frowning and turned his face to the side, and turned to the direction where the man was coming: "Why are you suddenly crazy..."

Fang Zhihuai ignored this question that was abnormally damaging the atmosphere, and asked, "Then do you know what I looked like to you at that time?"

"..."

Even though his intuition would not have any good metaphors, Du Wenjin couldn't help following Fang Zhihuai's thoughts: "What is it like?"

Fang Zhihuai let out a low laugh, and pressed it to Du Wenjin's ear, the magnetic voice trembled slightly, bringing Du Wenjin's heartbeat into chaos——

"Like a little wolf cub desperately trying to hide the tip of its paw, but still trying to pretend to be a whining little milk dog."

Du Wenjin: "..."

"So did you fall in love at first sight with a dog or a wolf?"

Hearing Du Wenjin smooth out his voice and talk to himself, Fang Zhihuai could imagine how the person in his arms would put on a pretty little face and look expressionless with his eyes closed, and he felt numb in his heart Itchy, he answered with a low smile: "You were wearing a snow-white shirt with the buttons unbuttoned that day; you also had a pair of black slim-fit pants, and your legs looked straight and beautiful. It looks like you just took a shower... The hair is also wet, the eyes are dark, and the lips are bright red..."

The man's voice became lower and lower, and the hoarseness of desire that had just been suppressed for a while gradually rose again——

"Do you know what I want to do?"

"..."

Du Wenjin wiped her face: "I don't really want to know, okay?"

"No." The man laughed lowly, with a hoarse magnetism that made the blood pumping in his laughter, "I want to press you under the flowers, kiss you to my heart's content in the sun, and listen to you crying and moaning while holding me....You The corner of the eye will be dyed pink, and this tear mole will become very attractive... I will be driven crazy by your voice and appearance, and then I will hit your body harder—”

Du Wenjin finally couldn't bear it any longer, and backhanded an elbow with flushed cheeks——

"Fang Zhihuai, you really interpret the word 'abnormal' to the fullest."

"........."

Fang Zhihuai avoided Du Wenjin's attack with calm eyes, and went back and forth a few times with all his strength, and finally hugged him into his arms, then he pressed against Du Wenjin's ear and uttered viciously——

"Is this perverted? - Then I have more perverted words to endure, do you want to listen to enough today?"

Struggling a few times, but unable to break free, Du Wenjin frowned and relaxed her body.

"...Don't tell me that you were given aphrodisiacs in the company, and you came here to go crazy."

Du Wenjin felt that the strength of the confinement around her was loosened, and she raised her hand and wanted to move again, but this time, she was directly pressed down by the man before she could exert any strength.

The scripts fell to the floor.

Du Wenjin was annoyed for a moment: "You are fucking capable of confronting me head-on!"

The words came out of his mouth, and after he finished speaking, Du Wenjin wanted to bite off his tongue.

——Maybe he is still scrupulous in his normal state, but Fang Zhihuai at this crazy stage is really not sure.

However, to Du Wenjin's surprise, after he finished speaking, the man holding him behind him still didn't respond.

It took a while for Du Wenjin to hear the man leaning over to his ear, his voice hoarse: "...if I touch you now, you will die here."

"........."

Du Wenjin endured it for a few seconds before swallowing back the retort.

... He still knows what kind of state Fang Zhihuai can't be provoked.

When the two of them calmed down a little, Fang Zhihuai also let go of the restraining arms. Du Wenjin was finally able to escape, picked up the script and took three steps back.

Fang Zhihuai stared at the script that Du Wenjin was protecting in his arms, his eyes that had finally calmed down began to stir again.

Du Wenjin saw Fang Zhihuai's reactions one by one, and couldn't help frowning at this moment——

"Why are you like this today?"

"..."

Fang Zhihuai raised his gaze and avoided the script, "The actor for Qi Sheng's role has been decided."

Du Wenjin's eyes lit up: "Who?"

Fang Zhihuai's eyes darkened: "Wang Zi."

"…………"

Du Wenjin blinked a few times in a daze.

Fang Zhihuai looked at him expressionlessly.

After looking at each other for a few seconds, Du Wenjin burst out laughing——

"Are you jealous because of this?" He paused, "But what does this have to do with the first time you met me?"

Fang Zhihuai looked down at Du Wenjin, "We've known each other for nine years, and it was the first time I hugged you from behind just now--in another month, Wang Zi will be able to do this. How long has he known you?"

"Pfft haha..."

Du Wenjin tried her best to hold back, but failed. Seeing Shang Zhihuai's serious expression, Du Wenjin almost collapsed with laughter: "I used to, haha...why didn't I think you were so naive before?"

Taking advantage of Du Wenjin's weak smile, Fang Zhihuai took a step forward and hugged him into his arms: "...you stop acting, huh? Don't make out with him, okay?"

"Don't make trouble."

Du Wenjin shook her head, but still couldn't help laughing.

Fang Zhihuai was not familiar with this appearance, and he was a little naive, but it made his heart feel like melted honey, and even the corners of his lips could not help but curl up.

"Oh yes, when you mentioned Brother Wang, I remembered something."

It stopped after a while, and Du Wenjin stood up straight with the corners of her eyes slightly bent, "Brother Wang will also go to the next issue of "Cross-Boundary Warfare."

Fang Zhihuai: "..."

Seeing the man so angry that he was about to smoke, Du Wenjin covered her eyes and smiled sideways: "It's okay, I'll try not to be with him...but if the director team asks, then I can't help it."

Fang Zhihuai finally came back to his senses, and asked with a dark face: "Isn't it a crossover? What kind of crossover guest is Wang Zi?"

"His side job is making handmade pottery, have you forgotten?" Du Wenjin's eyes completed the crescent moon, "You also bought his works in the charity auction before, didn't you?"

"...When and where are you going to record the next episode?"

Du Wenjin frowned and thought for a while, "City A, next Monday."

"........."

Fang Zhihuai didn't speak any more, turned around and took out his cell phone.

"Zhou Yuan."

"Yes, Mr. Fang, please tell me."

"Free up my itinerary for Monday and Tuesday next week."

"But that day you—"

"No matter what, postpone it all!"

"...Okay, Mr. Fang."

Only then did Fang Zhihuai hang up the phone with a sullen face and contentment.

...With the recording supervised by him, these two people will never be given the slightest chance to get along in private.

======

On Sunday night, Du Wenjin bought a first-class ticket and flew to City A with his manager, assistant, entertainment company boss, and "boyfriend" Fang Zhihuai who was wary of being cheated on.

On the flight, I also met a first-class passenger who politely wanted to sign an autograph, but Fang Zhihuai still turned him down with a cold face.

Seeing the little girl lingering beside her still determinedly, Fang Zhihuai turned his dark eyes: "Otherwise, I'll sign one for you?"

"..."

The little girl stalked, then turned and left angrily.

Du Wenjin watched it amusedly.

Although he knew that Fang Zhihuai's behavior was not a qualified agent's behavior, he just couldn't bear to stop him.And seeing the jealous look of the man, he always felt that he liked it very much from the bottom of his heart.

Du Wenjin was about to tremble when she realized this level of thought in her - don't stay with the pervert for a long time, he should be assimilated too.

The plane soon arrived in City A. As soon as they got out of the terminal, the two got into the car Fang Zhihuai had arranged for Zhou Yuan before boarding the plane, and rushed to the hotel.

Originally, the program group had planned a plane and hotel tomorrow morning, but because of Fang Zhihuai, Du Wenjin and his party suddenly changed the itinerary, and the previous hotel reservation had to be cancelled.

So the two went outside the hotel, and the person who came to pick him up took the suitcase, and Fang Zhihuai went to the front desk to make a reservation.

"...I want to drink coffee."

Du Wenjin suddenly reached out and pulled Fang Zhihuai back.

Fang Zhihuai was stunned for a moment, then turned back: "Which one do you want to drink? I'll let them deliver it."

Du Wenjin pointed to a coffee shop across the street outside the floor-to-ceiling glass of the hotel: "It's his." He paused, and then added, "Go and buy."

The attendant, who was already about to leave, froze for a moment and looked at Fang Zhihuai.

Fang Zhihuai glanced at Du Wenjin and nodded.

Before he could speak, Du Wenjin had already walked to the front desk first——

"I'm going to book a room, you go and come back quickly."

Fang Zhihuai stared at Du Wenjin's back thoughtfully, but turned around and left the hotel without seeing any results.

Not long after, Fang Zhihuai returned to the hotel lobby.

The attendant had already been sent away, leaving only Du Wenjin standing there with a suitcase waiting for him.

Seeing Fang Zhihuai approaching, Du Wenjin shook the room card in his hand.

"Let's go."

The coffee that Fang Zhihuai "wanted to drink" in his hand didn't get any attention from the little ancestor over there.

When the two of them went upstairs in the elevator, Fang Zhihuai paused at the floor where it stopped.

Before he could ask anything, Fang Zhihuai was pulled out of the elevator by Du Wenjin.

"...not the penthouse suite?"

After getting out of the elevator, Fang Zhihuai looked at Du Wenjin puzzled.

"There are no more suites." Du Wenjin walked ahead without looking back, "There is only one big bed room left."

"........."

There were too many logical loopholes in this statement, and Fang Zhihuai didn't know where to refute it immediately.

Du Wenjin, who was walking in front, stopped, and then turned back expressionlessly——

"What? Can the big bed room accommodate Mr. Xia's big Buddha?"

"..."

Although he didn't understand where his little ancestor's anger came from, Fang Zhihuai instinctively raised his heels up.

Until he saw Du Wenjin turned his head to look at the reddish tips of his ears.

Fang Zhihuai paused.

...Is this the anger brought about by becoming angry?

The two of them went all the way into the room. Compared with the suite, the big bed room was too cramped. Fang Zhihuai still couldn't figure out why Du Wenjin felt "annoyed".

Seeing him put down the suitcase, Du Wenjin came over and took out the script from it, sat on the bed and turned it over twice, then suddenly raised her eyes and looked in Fang Zhihuai's direction.

"There is an action scene in the script, and I don't feel the lines by myself... Can you help me set up the scene?"

Fang Zhihuai, who was unpacking the coffee box, was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head.

Just as his gaze was meeting Du Wenjin's expressionless face and reddish ear tips, he seemed to have finally vaguely understood the source of this "shame" emotion.

Taking a look at the big bed, and at the script in Du Wenjin's hand, Fang Zhihuai's face darkened.

"—Take a play?!"

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