After I fell in love with the double slag Gong, Bai Yueguang came back

After the contract with Xitang Company was finalized, Guo Jian sent a pair of calligraphy and paintings, proudly saying that it was written by Huo Yanqing, the owner of Xitang Company, with two lines of characters: "At that time, people didn't know Lingyun wood, and waited for Lingyun to reach the top."

The handwriting is made of bronze and iron, with a steep style, and it is coherent from beginning to end. Such informal characters are actually written by a woman.

Cheng Jianyu was very grateful for Huo Yanqing's encouragement, and asked Guo Jian to convey his gratitude instead. He also admired the female boss of Xitang Entertainment. The media and entertainment industry was full of wars, and the business world was ups and downs. With her keen business sense, she made a bloody way in the divided capital world , became Huaguo's only dream factory for star-making, holding several popular hot chickens in her hands, no matter what the reputation in the circle is, she is undoubtedly successful.

However, he didn't quite believe that Huo Yanqing saw his talent, but he had nothing to gain and nothing to do, so he didn't worry about Huo Yanqing's intentions.

The domestic situation of crime suspense TV dramas is delicate. Different from love and workplace dramas, they can keep income from droughts and floods and seek money steadily. After suspense dramas are broadcast, they are often polarized. It fluttered silently, no one knew.

Cheng Jianyu thought about it for a few days, and set the genre as a light comedy, which can expand the young audience. After all, life is stressful now, and watching TV dramas is a way to pass the time. Few people are willing to watch serious and dull reasoning.

"You can also write comedies?" Lin Zhao, who came to oversee the work, stood behind him with arms crossed, in disbelief.

Cheng Jianyu stared at the computer, typing on the keyboard with his slender fingers, distracted and perfunctory, "Yes."

"You don't look like a person with a sense of humor." Lin Zhao stroked his chin.

"You don't look like a clamorer either."

Lin Zhao lowered his head and smiled, turned his head to look at him, Cheng Jianyu's mouth was slightly curved, looking more easy-going than last time, "Are you in a good mood today?"

"It's pretty good." The separation from Jiang Yan went smoothly as Cheng Jianyu expected, and the relationship was shallow and the relationship was shallow. We each took what we needed and sought kindness. This was the best ending.

Lin Zhao supported the edge of the table with one hand, and sat on the table with one long leg propped on the ground, "I have a nickname since I was a child, guess what it is?"

Cheng Jianyu is not interested in chatting, keeping silent is golden.

"My name is Lin Guibin."

Seeing Cheng Jianyu, Lin Zhao smiled absent-mindedly, and continued, "I'm a school girl at school, and I'm a bit famous. On the day of the school celebration, I got drunk and rushed onto the stage with a VIP in my arms. In front of more than 2000 people in the school, I said it was My dad sang "Father" to it with tears in his eyes, and I became popular in the circle of friends that night, if you have seen this video, the person with the husky code on his face is me."

"Did your father not beat you?" Cheng Jianyu asked calmly.

"My dad said that I can sing very well, and I can develop into singing in the future."

Cheng Jianyu lowered his head and chuckled, "You and your father have a good relationship."

"After all, it's biological." Lin Zhao heard the smile in his voice, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

Outside the glass curtain wall, An An took a photo with the camera and "clicked" and lamented that Lin Zhao had the ability to make Cheng Jianyu laugh. She posted a Weibo on the small account, "Brother Yu is facing his little peach blossom today. Did you laugh? Laughed."

When Jiang Yan returned home, it was already very late, the car stopped in the underground garage, the elevator slowly went up, the door of the villa was ajar, a warm orange light leaked from the gap, and the intoxicating smell of food penetrated his nose, his heart beat, and he smiled Carefree, he put the car keys in his hand into the pocket of his jacket, maintained a casual and indifferent expression, and walked in slowly.

In the kitchen, Aunt Tang was busy, when she heard footsteps, she turned her head, "Master is back?"

Jiang Yan frowned, his face was unhappy, he didn't speak for a while, and said "um" indifferently.

Aunt Tang couldn't tell why he was in a bad mood, so she asked cautiously: "Master, the meal is ready, should we wait for Mr. Cheng to come back and serve it, or should we serve it now?"

"You don't have to wait for him." Jiang Yan took off his coat, threw it on the sofa, leaned back on the chair in the dining room, and raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

The soup simmering in the pot was gurgling, full of life. When he closed his eyes, he could think of Cheng Jianyu wearing an apron. Taste it lightly, with a gentle and peaceful look.

In order to create a surprise, he hugged Cheng Jianyu from behind fiercely, kissed the light brown mole on the back of his neck, and pressed it on the cooking table to do whatever he wanted. In order to stabilize his figure, Cheng Jianyu would hug his neck intimately and beg him to lighten up, with a demeanor Sexy and pretty.

These pictures were engraved in his mind one after another, with incredible clarity.

"Master, do you want more food in the refrigerator?"

Tang Ma held two fresh-keeping bowls and said with a smile, "It was written by Mr. Cheng, and it is the dish that the young master likes."

Jiang Yan was stunned, and Tang Ma put the fresh-keeping bowl on the table. The fresh color of the vegetables faded, and a layer of oil condensed on them.

His chest went numb for a while, like a slight electric shock. Recalling that night, Cheng Jianyu meticulously prepared the dishes he liked on the table and waited, but he came back too late, and gave all the meals to the trash can.

"Well, yes, let's put it in the refrigerator." He tugged down on the collar of the sweater to release his dry breath.

Tang Ma took it back into the refrigerator, put it in, and yelled in surprise, "Oh!"

"Isn't the person who delivered the food too careless? Why did he send swimming crabs?" She complained to herself.

"Tell them that Mr. Cheng is allergic to seafood, and he is so careless, do you want to do the job?"

"Master." Tang Ma turned to Jiang Yan and complained angrily, "They must be punished. Seafood allergies will kill people. Why are you so careless? If Mr. Cheng accidentally eats crab roe and something happens, who will bear the responsibility? worthy!"

She waited for Jiang Yan to speak, and recuperated. Unexpectedly, her employer was leaning on the chair, staring blankly, the arc of the jaw was like a string that was gradually tightened, and the Adam's apple rolled violently on the thin skin, as if suppressing something. .

"Master?"

Jiang Yan stood up abruptly, and strode out the door. The night air was as cool as water, and the whole body was chilled by the blowing. The heart that had just been touched was like being strangled by harsh chains, and it was even more difficult to breathe.

Cheng Jianyu was next to him when he was allergic to seafood for the first time. There were small red bumps on his fair neck and body, and the wet medicine was smeared on him, and he slipped into his arms softly, and told him itchy pitifully. I am so angry, I told the chef at home that there will be no seafood on the table in the future.

but……

He raised his head, took a deep breath, his hands in his pockets trembled slightly, why didn't Cheng Jianyu say anything?

The next second, he said, can you remember?He asked himself coldly in his heart.

Is there still a turnaround?

He can change this, remember Cheng Jianyu's birthday, remember that he is allergic to seafood, will Cheng Jianyu change his mind?

Jiang Yan calmed down, the pressure on his chest was relaxed, his empty heart was full and full, he took a step back, his tense muscles relaxed, and leaned loosely against the wall, finally found the reason for the breakup.

The right medicine can be prescribed.

The phone in his trousers pocket vibrated slightly, he came back to his senses, reached out and took it out, frowning and clicked on the WeChat from Jiang Shan.

[The little uncle's assistant sent me a message, we will get up to pick up the plane tomorrow afternoon. ]

[Get up with Jianyu and have a meal together. ]

[I forgot to ask my little uncle if he has booked a hotel. In the recent tourist season, it is difficult to book a hotel in Shanghai. ]

Jiang Yan's depressed mood was warmed up, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his little uncle's smiling face and words were still in his memory. He was gentle, refined, kind, and better at dealing with emotional problems than himself. You can ask your little uncle about Cheng Jianyu's affairs.

He typed the following words with one hand, "Cheng Jianyu has something to do, little uncle doesn't need to book a hotel, he lives at my house, I have something to talk to him about."