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

Cheng Jianyu slowed down for a few seconds, and his thoughts gradually focused on Jiang Yan's face, silently.

"What were you thinking just now?" Jiang Yan pinched his jaw forcefully.

Since sleeping with Cheng Jianyu for the first time, Cheng Jianyu is not only Cheng Jianyu, but Jiang Yan's property, every inch of skin on his body, every expression, belongs to him, including every thought in Cheng Jianyu's head.

Cheng Jianyu saw the expression on his face, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, and the small dimple on his left cheek, and told him truthfully, "I'm thinking about what happened just now."

Jiang Yan laughed, Cheng Jianyu was really troublesome, since he was jealous, he explained it directly, why should he be sulking, but... occasionally being jealous is a kind of fun, and he patted his face, "Do you want a name?"

Cheng Jianyu stared at him for a few seconds, the tip of his wet tongue hooked on Jiang Yan's thumb, scratching like a soft feather, "Jin hurts." Acting like a baby, trying to resolve conflicts with physical means, he didn't like this, and used a little force in his hands, "Answer the question."

Cheng Jianyu lowered his eyes and lowered his eyebrows, "I'll listen to you."

Jiang Yan was reluctantly satisfied, and whether to give Cheng Jianyu a "title" was entirely up to him.He doesn't like to reveal his private life in front of the camera, but Cheng Jianyu has been with him for several years without knowing it. He is obedient, sensible and general, and never causes trouble.

He put one hand on the leather steering wheel and looked at the road ahead. The air conditioner was blowing cold air, and the backs of his fingers that Cheng Jianyu had just licked felt cold. He suddenly recalled the fleeting soft touch, like an unknown soft Vines climbed up the arm along this small piece of skin.

Jiang Yan took out a piece of paper, stamped the back of his fingers impatiently, and threw it into the trash can.

On weekends, Xinpu District is full of traffic, and the newly opened red shop streets are crowded with people and bustling.

The Aston Martin was parked in the underground garage of the commercial street. Jiang Yan didn't know much about Cheng Jianyu's work. He only knew that he was a screenwriter. He had never heard of any works. He was a low-level screenwriter.

As an insider in the industry, Jiang Yan has heard for a long time that in Huaguo's film and television industry, the survival situation of screenwriters is severe.

To make a successful commercial film, investors should first consider inviting well-known directors and stars with fan influence to star in. Compared with the status of the former two, the appeal of the screenwriter is insignificant, and they don't have much right to speak. It is a thankless task Profession.

Jiang Yan mentioned asking Cheng Jianyu to resign, not because he couldn't afford Cheng Jianyu, but how good it would be to be a canary at home. This was strongly opposed by the obedient Cheng Jianyu, who fought coldly for half a month. Cheng Jianyu climbed onto his bed in the middle of the night in cool clothes, and sincerely apologized with his body to stop.

At this point, Jiang Yan was too lazy to interfere in his affairs, so he just wanted Cheng Jianyu to have a hobby and not to cling to him all day long.

"I'm getting out of the car." Cheng Jianyu unbuckled the safety buckle and was about to push open the passenger's door when his warm and strong arms hooked his neck and pulled him back abruptly. Touching his silky earlobe, Cheng Jianyu turned his head subconsciously, and the next second, his lips were tightly blocked.

Jiang Yan tasted it inside and out, and let go of him with unsatisfactory intentions. Cheng Jianyu was short of breath and couldn't breathe. The corners of his crimson lips were like cracked cherries. He looked at Jiang Yan with moist eyes, and asked cautiously. : "Can I get out of the car?"

Jiang Yan laughed softly, twirled his red earlobe, and said in a low voice, "If you don't get out of the car, I'll kill you right here."

Cheng Jianyu immediately pushed open the car door and slipped away like a nimble cat. The faint sweet orange perfume on his body remained in the car, like the aroma from a fresh orange being cut with a knife. It is cool and simple, gentle and subtle, and the perfume is as refreshing as a human show.

Jiang Yan sniffed, and instantly regretted letting Cheng Jianyu go.

He opened the car window, and the wind blew the seductive smell of perfume in the air, which also dissipated the burning anxiety. He picked up the mobile phone under the windshield, and pulled out a text message, which recorded the address of a nearby community.

The Daping floor in Xinpu District has a wide view, and the endless Yangtze River can be seen through the window. The living conditions are convenient. Jiang’s father helped the developer solve a small problem when he was abroad. This house was developed by Jiang Yan’s sister Jiang Shan’s birthday. Merchant's gift.

It is usually vacant to raise dust. In recent days, the housekeeping has worked overtime to clean it up, clean it up and make it spotless.

Two handsome guys in suits were busy, carrying suitcases with big bags and small bags, and walked into the room panting.

Jiang Yan and Jiang Shan are brothers and sisters, and the relationship is not very good. The two are arrogant and arrogant, and they follow each other. Whoever sits down to eat first has to fight for the place. After so many years, they have not become enemies. , thanks to the great business of the Jiang family, they endured the toss.

"Jiang Yan, call Mom a few more times when you have time, she misses you all day long." Jiang Shan leaned against the wall with his arms folded, a slender lady's cigarette between his fingers, the fingertips were painted with elegant crimson, Her long hair was rolled up behind her head, her collar was slightly low, and a delicate diamond necklace hung on her collarbone, with beautiful pearls and a refined temperament.

Sitting on the black suitcase, Jiang Yan raised his head from his mobile phone and gave her a cold look without responding.

Jiang Shan was not surprised when he saw this, he asked a guy to open the suitcase, and took out an exquisite packaging bag, "I bought Jian Yu's birthday present in Italy, you help me to bring it to him."

Jiang Yan paused with his fingers resting on the phone screen, and suddenly raised his head, "Birthday gift?"

Jiang Shan smoked a cigarette, and showed the pen made of pure gold in the gift box, "Jian Yu is a screenwriter, I think the meaning of this gold pen is very suitable for him."

With Jiang Yan's absent-minded "hmm", Jiang Shan looked at him for a few seconds. After all, he grew up in a basket and knew him well. She frowned and looked him up and down, "You won't forget again, will you?"

Jiang Yan didn't answer, put away the phone and put it in his pocket, Jiang Shan raised his eyebrows, took a deep breath, "Are you two really in a relationship?"

"What's the number?" Jiang Yan asked bluntly.

Jiang Shan couldn't say enough, "NO.12."

Jiang Yan lowered his head to measure the time. The day before yesterday when he lost the cake, it seemed that Cheng Jianyu bought the cake himself. No wonder Cheng Jianyu was in a depressed mood at that time.

Why didn't Cheng Jianyu say anything?He is so busy with work, how can he have time to remember these little things, if Cheng Jianyu said it, he would not go out to compose Zhou Jueqing that night, in the final analysis, Cheng Jianyu was still silent, like a mouthless gourd.

Jiang Shan pinched the bridge of his nose, lit another cigarette, "I really don't know what to say about you, if you don't want to talk, break up quickly, don't delay others."

Jiang Yan stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and warned her with cold eyes, "Don't mention breaking up in front of me in the future."

"It's up to you." Jiang Shan was afraid of his ruthless energy, and he would not let go of the wolf biting a piece of meat. Cheng Jianyu was a good boy, but it was a pity that he fell into the hands of her younger brother, the devil king.

She took a deep breath of cigarettes, turned her back and looked at the river view outside the balcony, "I came here to send you a gift to see Yu, and I also have good news."

"Uncle is coming back."

The sharp expression on Jiang Yan's face gradually faded away, replaced by a youthful look, full of anticipation, and the corners of his mouth were rarely in a good mood, "When will little uncle come back?"

"He'll come back when he's done with things abroad."

Uncle Wen Yueming is the balance point between Jiang Yan and Jiang Shan, graceful and elegant, a gentleman, no matter how much they argued when they were young, Wen Yueming stepped forward, and the two little nephews became his little fans, obeying his words, and carrying out his words as the bible.

If it weren't for the accident, this would have been a happy ending to the story.

Cheng Jianyu rented an office suite. The light source is transparent, the location is good, and the price is very reasonable for this location. He gave the key to Chen Kai and entrusted Chen Kai to help find a decoration company for a good renovation.

In the evening, the streets were congested, and the place Cheng Jianyu was going back to was in the suburbs. Few drivers were willing to take the order and make a one-way trip. After driving around for half an hour, finally a car was willing to take the order.

It was already midnight when we got home, the surroundings were dark and quiet, Cheng Jianyu just got out of the car, and Ah Sheng who was standing at the door waved happily.

Jiang Yan's life assistant, he has talked to him several times, but he is not very familiar with him.

Cheng Jianyu frowned, the lights in the house were off, and Jiang Yan didn't come back, "What's wrong?"

"Sister-in-law, I've been waiting for you here for a long time, and I can't get through to you." Ah Sheng smiled.

"out of battery."

"Sister-in-law, I wish you a happy birthday." Asheng opened the door next to him and brought out several boxes of exquisitely packaged takeaway boxes.

"Brother Jiang has something to do, he will be back."

Cheng Jianyu narrowed his eyes slightly, neither salty nor salty, he opened the door, "Come in."

Ah Sheng was very honest, but he was hired by Brother Chao as Jiang Yan's assistant.

"Sister-in-law, brother Jiang is so busy, he still doesn't forget your birthday, he really cares about you."

"Sister-in-law, don't blame me for talking too much. We all privately think that you and Brother Jiang are a perfect match, a perfect match for heaven and earth. Everyone says you are a model couple."

"Don't take the news on the Internet seriously. Most of them are gossip news. We can all see that Brother Jiang only cares about you, but you also know the things in the circle. Sometimes..."

Ah Sheng spoke halfway, then turned around, and Cheng Jianyu was pouring water in front of the water dispenser, his eyes were slightly lowered, the profile of his face was clear, cool and dust-free, and he looked like he was repelling people thousands of miles away.

To use an elegant word, it is called extraordinary temperament, telling him about these scandals in the entertainment industry will dirty his ears.

Ah Sheng died down, and the topic changed, "Sister-in-law, this seafood is from the best hotel in Shanghai, and it arrived by air this afternoon. Brother Jiang asked me to order it for you. You are in luck."

Cheng Jianyu held the cup and put it on the tea table, "Drink some water." After speaking, he turned and went upstairs without looking back.

He turned on the light in the bedroom, took out the medicine box from the locker, and took out a box of chlorpheniramine, which can relieve the symptoms of seafood allergy, and quietly ate a few pills in front of the water.

Cheng Jianyu picked up his phone and was about to go downstairs when the phone vibrated in his palm.

messages from an unknown number.

[Sister-in-law, happy birthday to you! ]

Cheng Jianyu frowned slightly, his eyes paused for a few seconds on the first two words, and he slid his finger to delete the message.