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

Jiang Yan has the habit of running in the morning. The sky in the suburbs is gray at six o'clock, and he runs around the mountain road for an hour, breathing fresh air and feeling refreshed.

When I got home, the living room was cleaned, and there were two cups of drinks side by side on the spotless dining table, freshly squeezed orange juice and American coffee, for you to choose from.

No matter how careful and considerate the hired servants are, they can’t compare to Cheng Jianyu. Jiang Yan grew up abroad and is used to European and Western breakfasts. For this reason, Cheng Jianyu has specially taken a western cooking class, and the breakfast for a month can be without repeating.

Cheng Jianyu has no hobbies, the only hobby is to cling to him and hang around him. A few years ago, Cheng Jianyu's obedient and obedient, greatly satisfied his desire to conquer. In the past two years, it has become more and more boring, like a glass of plain boiled water.

But people have to drink water.

After Jiang Yan finished his coffee, the kitchen was filled with the smell of fried eggs, making people appetite. He leaned against the door frame,

Cheng Jianyu wore a black apron. Two slender apron belts were crossed at the back of the waist and tied into a neat bow. The thin waistline was unobstructed. Jiang Yan squinted slightly, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Cheng Jianyu was chopping vegetables, turned around, "I made cider, do you have anything to eat?"

Jiang Yan strode over, put his hands between the kitchen counters, lowered his head to Cheng Jianyu's neck and sniffed deeply, the red seal made last night was freshly blooming, and the white tea shower gel smelled sweet, "Tomorrow is naked Show me the apron."

Cheng Jianyu glanced at him, untied the tie of the apron, "What do you want to do?"

Jiang Yan bit his white earlobe gently, "You."

After a hearty battle last night, Cheng Jianyu hadn't recovered yet, his calf was weak, and he covered his wet ears, "Don't do it, have you seen the cake in the refrigerator?"

"Throw it away." Jiang Yan said lightly. Last night, the servant restocked the refrigerator and took out a small box of unopened cakes. Because the date could not be seen, its destination became a trash can.

Cheng Jianyu was stunned, took a deep breath, "Oh."

"Very disappointed?" Jiang Yan patted his face, the smile on the corner of his mouth was lifeless, "Who bought you the cake?"

Cheng Jianyu moved his shoulders, trying to avoid Jiang Yan's embrace, but he was hugged even tighter. He was silent for a few seconds, and said softly, "I bought it myself."

"Lie." Jiang Yan believed it was true, Cheng Jianyu loved him to death, and Cheng Jianyu had the guts to do two things?

He just wanted to find an excuse to bully Cheng Jianyu so that Cheng Jianyu could clearly understand who he was. Jiang Yan turned his head and bit the hickey on the side of his neck. Cheng Jianyu hissed and shivered in pain. It came slowly to my ear, gentle and cold, "If I find out who you are with, I will break your leg."

Cheng Jianyu was quiet for a moment, turned his head, like a docile elk, laying on Jiang Yan's shoulder obediently, "If you break my leg, I won't be able to ride on you, are you willing?"

"What are you doing?" Jiang Yan smiled lowly, put his hand under Cheng Jianyu's thigh, and pushed him to sit on the kitchen counter. Cheng Jianyu bumped against the natural gas stove with his back, and instinctively supported the edge of the cold kitchen counter. "Don't you like me to flirt?"

The tail is wrapped in sweet honey, which is raised like a bee's tail.

Jiang Yan answered his question with action, tugging at the buttons of Cheng Jianyu's fragile shirt, Cheng Jianyu's stomach ached, and he struggled weakly for a few times, Jiang Yan was an out-and-out actionist, in just a few minutes, Cheng Jianyu clasped the kitchen counter with his fingers hard It was only when he turned white that he swallowed the physiological sound in his throat.

The fried eggs in the pan are fried into hearts with molds, and the smiling faces are painted with ketchup ingeniously. The hot temperature slowly cools down with the passage of time, and the sticky paste solidifies at the bottom of the pan, turning into leftovers.

The black and white Bie Shepherd dog lay lazily at the door, stretched out its tongue, yawned, and looked at the bright flowers in the courtyard boredly, until a clean hand stretched out in front of its eyes, rubbed its fluffy head, and said softly Asked: "Can I give you canned food today?"

Bei Xinhong's studio.

Last time his face was completely torn apart, Bei Xinhong simply took off the mask of hypocrisy, skipped the steps of hypocrisy and obedience, and ordered straight to the point: "Cheng Jianyu, I want to see the second half of this script within a month."

Cheng Jianyu still has a piece of "homework" in his hand that hasn't been handed in. The first part of the suspenseful reasoning script, Bei Xinhong has already submitted it to the investment company. The other party is very satisfied. .

As an academic director, Liang Qiu has made his debut for decades. He is best at combining commercial films and artistic films. His mastery is outstanding. All of Liang Qiu's films are blockbusters and have excellent reputation. He is called a "treasure director" by the media and netizens.

If he can cooperate with Liang Qiu, Pui Xinhong's career will reach a higher level, and he will be able to accumulate wealth and jade right before his eyes, within reach.

Cheng Jianyu put his hands in his trouser pockets idly, and said slowly: "I don't have inspiration, I can't write it."

"You mean that the money is not in place?" Bei Xinhong sneered, took out a bank card from the drawer, and threw it on the table, "Do you have any inspiration now?"

Cheng Jianyu shook his head calmly, without saying a word, Bei Xinhong was in a hurry to get to a bright future, how could he let him, a roadblock, stand in the way? , trying to prescribe the right medicine, "Cheng Jianyu, your work will be directed by Liang Qiu, don't you look forward to it? Why are you still hesitating?"

Cheng Jianyu's eyes loosened, looking thoughtful, Bei Xinhong took advantage of the victory and pursued, "I don't want any payment for this script, as long as you are willing to write, the money is yours."

Cheng Jianyu lowered his head, looked at the toe of the shoe, "I don't need money."

Bei Xinhongquan thought he was hypocritical, how could there be anyone in the world who doesn't need money, "You don't want money, doesn't your aunt who has cancer don't want money? She raised you up so much, you can't just leave her alone? I asked, chemotherapy Thousands of times, can you afford it?"

Cheng Jianyu was silent.

Bei Xinhong threw down the bait again like fishing, "Even if you don't miss your aunt, think about yourself. If Jiang Yan gets tired of you, what will you do?"

Cheng Jianyu hesitated and said, "I'll think about it."

Bei Xinhong breathed a sigh of relief, and sure enough, it was settled with money. How could there be anyone in this world who doesn't like money?

As for the promise to Cheng Jianyu, the structure of the screenwriting industry is complicated, and the remuneration will have to wait until the investor releases it. It will be a year of the monkey by then. Who will prove that he said this?Who else is willing to testify?

Although Cheng Jianyu is shrewd, he is still too young!

In the studio, Cheng Jianyu's personal belongings are pitifully small, except for the computer and notebook, there are two lush green plants left.

The news of his resignation spread like wildfire. Cheng Jianyu has a great reputation in this small studio of 30 people. He just joined the job five years ago. Everyone is looking forward to this fledgling. The first script made all the well-known directors and producers break the threshold. Daughter, how is the brilliant new screenwriter so beautiful...

But everyone misunderstood him. They thought it was a roc that soared ninety thousand miles, but they didn't expect him to be a meteor with a dim light.

The employees of the studio privately said that Boss Bei was generous and raised Cheng Jianyu for five years in vain, and Cheng Jianyu finally packed up his bags and left in a sensible way.

Cheng Jianyu opened his notebook and sat down, "An'an, send me the investor's contract."

According to his memory, he dragged the mouse to the last page, his eyes calmly glanced at the contract, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

[Party B fails to deliver the manuscript of the play within the agreed time, and the liquidated damages shall be reduced by 5% of the remuneration of the play every day until Party B fulfills the agreement. ]

It's a pity that Teacher Bei can't get the money.

Cheng Jianyu stretched his waist, "An'an, I keep my notebook with you temporarily, don't let anyone touch it."

An An stood up and nodded. She has no background, and she has a stupid mouth. The studio belongs to the bottom Xiaoxiami. Only Cheng Jianyu regards her as a friend, "Brother Yu, is Jiang Yan the screensaver on your desktop?"

"It's him." Cheng Jianyu glanced at Jiang Yan's handsome and sharp face, and his lower body reflexively felt weak.

An An is hesitant to say anything, Jiang Yan is worthy of the name of the top flow. Since his debut, he has steadily released an album every year, the first high-quality first. In this era when the record industry is dying, he has done his best to plug the industry into a ventilator.

There is a popular saying in the fan circle: "A low eyebrow is a god, and a raised eye is a devil."

Along with the enthusiasm of Shishiliujin, there are too many gossips, half-truths and half-false, it is difficult to distinguish.

The most famous of them are Jiang Yan and Cheng Jianyu. A few years ago, people photographed the two of them on vacation abroad. On a winter night where dripping water turned into ice, Cheng Jianyu queued up all night just to buy a pair of limited edition sneakers. Embracing sneakers and struggling to chase love#.

There were a lot of waves at first, but Jiang Yan's management team didn't admit it, didn't deny it, and let the public guess. Today, except for those inside the circle who know that Cheng Jianyu and Jiang Yan are indeed right, people outside the circle are still at a loss.

"Brother Yu, is Jiang Yan your boyfriend?" An An asked cautiously.

Seeing Yu Dun, Cheng seemed to smile, raised his head from his notebook, and said casually, "No."