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

The suburbs are far away from the city, and Ah Sheng waited for Cheng Jianyu for a long time. The original color was bright, but the steaming seafood faded to cold, and he lost his appetite.

Cheng Jianyu put them in the microwave oven to heat up one by one, and served them to the table. Asheng ordered a red velvet strawberry cake, which was warm and lovely, and the black gold-sprinkled card said happy birthday that was overdue.

He took two symbolic mouthfuls, put down his chopsticks, and stopped touching them.

Two years ago, he and Jiang Yan attended a friend's gathering. For the first time, he knew that he was allergic to seafood, and he developed fine red rashes on the back of his ears and back of his neck. At that time, Jiang Yan laughed at him as "lychee meat".

"Sister-in-law, Brother Jiang lets you choose whatever you want." Asheng wrapped a few luxury magazines and spread them out in front of Cheng Jianyu, "Do you think you like that gift?"

Cheng Jianyu lowered his head, his forehead was aching because of the smell of smoke in his nose, he pinched the bridge of his nose, and turned a few pages quietly, the paper was full of jewels, piles of gold and jade, all of which were the latest limited edition accessories in the world. , Jiang Yanguan is very generous.

"You can buy whatever you like." Jiang Yan leaned his back lazily against the seat, and lightly puffed out a cigarette.

Cheng Jianyu turned to the last page, his protruding knuckles tensed, and pressed against the magazine. A Sheng beside him was sweating and looked at him anxiously, "Sister-in-law, don't you like it?"

"No." Cheng Jianyu turned on his phone and pulled up a photo. It was an outdated magazine. The male model with a Western-style face was wearing a decent suit and his white shirt was rolled up. Shining brightly in the light.

Around the cufflinks is a circle of small golden rose vines, exquisitely crafted, with sharp-edged letters between them. The designer carefully made a hollow design. The gentleman style of country Y that was popular many years ago is pretty, but it is outdated. .

"I want this." Cheng Jianyu handed over the phone.

Ah Sheng took a photo, and didn't ask too much, "Sister-in-law, this may be out of print, I'll go and find out."

Cheng Jianyu said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Ah Sheng was overwhelmed. He had known Cheng Jianyu for so long, and it was the first time he heard him say thank you. It was really strange.

Jiang Yan raised his head slightly, his clearly protruding Adam's apple rolled, and his outline was clear in the smog, "This is your compensation. Where do you want to go, choose one, and we will go on vacation together when we are free."

This is not guilt and wants to make up, but a gift to reward Cheng Jianyu for not making a fuss about it.

"Well, okay." Cheng Jianyu nodded his chin meekly, Jiang Yan put down the cigarette butt, smoked a new one from the cigarette case, picked up the lighter and was about to light it, when the index finger resting on the iron shell of the lighter suddenly clicked lightly.

Under the dining table, Cheng Jianyu got rid of his slippers, and his light feet wandered up Jiang Yan's calf, and stopped lazily on his knees. Jiang Yan turned his head sideways. The root bone protrudes in a crescent shape, thin but not slender, and the calf wrapped under the hard jeans is slender and straight, and the calf is round and tight, which is natural.

Cheng Jianyu's other foot was also bare, beating leisurely on the floor.

Ah Sheng sat not far away and called the brand owner, not knowing what happened.

Cheng Jianyu blinked at Jiang Yan, and Jiang Yan laughed softly, enjoying this kind of style very much, he was curious, Cheng Jianyu's interpersonal relationship is simple, where did he learn these things.

Could it be self-taught?

"Asheng, it's getting late, you go back first." Jiang Yan dropped the lighter and leaned back on the chair.

The door of the living room was closed, and a snow-white chandelier above the head shrouded the dining table, the light and shadow interacted, and the atmosphere gave off some charming flavors.

Cheng Jianyu clings to the handle of the spoon and stirs the lemonade in the cup. Looking at the dishes on the table, he is slowly retracting his foot calmly. A warm hand grabs his ankle and pulls him back forcefully. Swiping the phone with one hand, his eyes stopped at the work emails on the screen of the phone, and the other hand played with his ankle leisurely.

"Legs are sore." Cheng Jianyu struggled a little, the hands on the ankles were clenched tighter, and the shins hurt from clutching, warning him not to resist.

Cheng Jianyu squeezed his fingers, and asked softly after a few seconds: "How long are you going to rest this time?"

Jiang Yan's career is thriving, with a continuous stream of work, and he is extremely busy on weekdays. It is considered good to be able to see Cheng Jianyu twice a month. This time, he rested at home for a week instead.

This week, Cheng Jianyu's bath times have skyrocketed, and several times he just washed it clean, and was messed up by Jiang Yan again.

Jiang Yan's desire was as strong as his character, and Cheng Jianyu couldn't bear both.

Jiang Yan looked up from the phone, and asked casually, "You can't wait for me to leave?"

Cheng Jianyu met Shang Jiangyan's eyes, his back was sore when he was leaning on the chair, his legs were weak, he shook his head as if nothing had happened,

Jiang Yanliang didn't dare, because his ankles were thin and bony under his fingertips, covered with a thin layer of delicate skin, and the cool little skin was already hot from his touch.

His fingers are like the melting paint of the century, covering the precious objects to which they belong.

This inexplicable thought tightened the strings of his heartbeat, and then let it go suddenly. His heart was beating like an African grassland, and the elephants on it were crashing, and there was an urgent need to do something to relieve this anxiety.

Jiang Yan slowly withdrew his hand, Cheng Jianyu breathed a sigh of relief, immediately stood up, picked up the water on the table and drank it in one breath, the small pear dimple on his left cheek was shallow, and was about to say good night, Jiang Yan raised his jaw and hooked it Finger, "Come."

Cheng Jianyu dragged his limp calves, spread his knees obediently, and sat astride his arms. Jiang Yan embraced his tight waist, one by one, unbuttoning his shirt slowly.

The blushing voice echoed in the huge restaurant. When the love was strong, Jiang Yan leaned into his ear, panting harshly, and the word paused in Jian Yu's ears, "You are really a treasure of geomantic omen."

After cutting.

Cheng Jianyu lay on his back on the bed weakly, turned his head on Jiang Yan's arm, and asked in a low voice, "When can I help you pack your luggage?"

"No, I've started preparations for my concert, and I've pushed all the work recently." Jiang Yan pulled out his arm, picked up his phone with one hand, and sent a WeChat message to his manager Brother Chao.

Notify Brother Chao to take over the announcement of "Let's Go Traveling", Cheng Jianyu is so good, he should be given a title.

Cheng Jianyu pursed his lips lightly, and after a few seconds, he sighed, "Well... that's great."

The affairs of Bei Xinhong's studio have come to an end, and Cheng Jianyu has completed the final procedure of automatic resignation according to the company's procedures.

According to the theory, Cheng Jianyu didn't have to go to work in the studio anymore, but things backfired, and he made a stormy phone call early in the morning to save him from Jiang Yan's arms.

Nanka Media is the industry's big investment brother and the leader of Party A's father. A few months ago, he customized a modern suspenseful reasoning script in Bei Xinhong's studio. After handing in half of the draft, there was no news.

There are tens of thousands of scripts received by Nanka each year, and only a handful of them actually put into filming. When Bei Xinhong was about to forget this script, Nanka sent a paper edict some time ago, making this script reappear.

It was the unfinished "golden egg" that Cheng Jianyu held in his hand.

Today Nanka Investment sent a producer to the studio together with Director Yu Liangqiu to hold a small seminar. Director Liangqiu has long admired Pui Xinhong and wanted to meet this talent and discuss the script by the way.

Bei Xinhong was unwilling to give Cheng Jianyu alms for such an opportunity to show his face and expand his network. This time he had no choice but to allow Cheng Jianyu to sit on the conference table for a short time.

Cheng Jianyu left late, outside the meeting room, Chen Kai looked nervous, and mouthed, "Brother Yu, be careful."

"It's okay." Cheng Jianyu patted his shoulder with a smile, Chen Kai's tense heart relaxed, he pushed open the door of the conference room, and there were people sitting inside, all looking at Cheng Jianyu.

"Sorry, I'm late." Cheng Jianyu sat in the empty seat next to Bei Xinhong's hand, and Chen Kai opened the laptop and put it in front of him.

Bei Xin smiled bitterly, "This is my assistant."

On the circular conference table, headed by the South Carolina producer, followed by director Liang Qiu, who is over [-] years old and full of energy, and... Zhou Jueqing who plays the leading role.

After five years, the two met again.

Five years later, one is a fledgling, sharp-edged, and highly favored up-and-coming screenwriter; , a popular traffic niche with strong capital behind it.

Times have changed and the world has turned upside down.

Zhou Jueqing wears thin-rimmed glasses and has a brown mole with small grains of rice on the corner of his mouth. He has a feminine and elegant temperament, which is quite like a nobleman in the drama of the Republic of China. When Cheng Jianyu enters the door, his eyes are fixed on Cheng Jianyu until Cheng Jianyu takes his seat.

A few minutes passed, and Cheng Jianyu didn't give him a straight look.

The producer briefly introduced the situation in South Carolina. This time, the script customized by Bei Xinhong's studio was called "Please Kill Me Gentlely".

A story about love and revenge.

The script was written too much for Director Liang Qiu's taste.

The intellectuals of the older generation, with a profound background in education and cultural background, making movies is the value of life, and use their heart and blood. The delicate feelings and thoughts on the life of young people in this "Please Kill Me Gentlely" appropriately satisfy Director Liang Qiu's daily life. an artistic pursuit.

Because of Liang Qiu's respect, the producer also paid special attention to Bei Xinhong, a golden pen in the industry, and repeatedly asked Bei Xinhong's opinions during the conversation.

Bei Xinhong had a decent bureaucratic accent, and kept silent about the script. Liang Qiu became impatient, carefully flipped through a few pages of the script, and asked like a dragon: "Mr. Bei, the seventh act, Huo Jing's Why did Dad tell him to be careful on the way out? According to the previous foreshadowing, their relationship is not good."

Bei Xinhong was tongue-tied, hesitantly said "Yes", and looked at Cheng Jianyu beggingly. Cheng Jianyu looked at the laptop screen, gave everyone a cold profile, and remained silent.

"This...maybe I misremembered." Bei Xinhong laughed dryly, not only relying on Cheng Jianyu's ability, but also wishing to strangle Cheng Jianyu, who didn't give him face.

Liang Qiu frowned. There is nothing trivial about the script, and such things can be remembered wrongly, "Are you sure you remembered wrongly?"

The smile on Bei Xinhong's face froze, and he nodded bravely, "I made a mistake, please delete this sentence!"

"Can't be deleted." Cheng Jianyu raised his head, without any emotion in his eyes, and said sternly: "In the fifth act, Huo Jing returned home after taking revenge, and the next day his shoes were covered with a lot of dust, that's because his father found out He wiped the blood on his shoes and went out to help him deal with the crime scene, his father knew what his son was doing."

Cheng Jianyu looked at Bei Xinhong with his head, neither salty nor dull, "Mr. Bei, have you forgotten all the foreshadowing you planted?"

Bei Xinhong's face turned pale, feeling guilty and embarrassed, but he was an old man after all, and laughed in front of everyone, "Look at my memory, I'm usually too busy with work, and I even forget the foreshadowing I planted, it's Xiaoyu you I have a good memory, and I am so old, I am really ashamed of myself!"

After hearing Cheng Jianyu's explanation, Liang Qiu suddenly became enlightened. He cast a reproachful glance at Bei Xinhong, turned his head, and looked at Cheng Jianyu with bright eyes, "What's your name?"

Bei Xinhong hurriedly said, "This is my assistant, called..."

"Cheng Jianyu." Cheng Jianyu interrupted him, and said his name frankly.

The meeting room was as quiet as a chicken, looking at each other in blank dismay.

Liang Qiu was very surprised, and looked him up and down. Cheng Jianyu was wearing a striped casual shirt with contrasting colors, the cuffs were cut down a little, the wrist bones were clear and clean, the collar was casually raised, the bridge of the nose was narrow and straight, and the eyebrows were clear. He was no less than a movie star Let more.

"I am deeply impressed by your name, does it mean to witness unswervingly?" Liang Qiu smiled.

The impression of Cheng Jianyu's name comes from the movie "Accident in the End of Summer", which was released five years ago. It was the box office champion of art films that year. Liang Qiu was training abroad at the time, and he liked the screenwriter's exploration of life and destiny in the movie. , entrusted the company to contact this cutting-edge screenwriter, who expected that the other party would directly refuse to cooperate when they heard Liang Qiu's name.

He still remembers the assistant's embarrassed response, "He refused, he said that you make movies with high-quality music, focusing on rationality over sensibility, and you are not in tune with him."

Cheng Jianyu didn't know the meaning of the name, he was born without parents, "Maybe."

Seeing that the situation was not good for him, Bei Xinhong coughed a few times to attract everyone's attention, and spoke righteously, like an old artist, "I value Jian Yu very much. I believe he can write a good script like "Late Summer Stories", a good script is worth waiting, not to mention five years, ten years."

"Director Liang, do you think so?" Bei Xinhong sought approval from Liang Qiu.

Liang Qiu nodded, and looked at Cheng Jianyu with great interest. As a leading domestic director, he directed the acting of movie kings and actresses every day. Bei Xinhong's acting skills were child's play in front of him, not enough to watch.

He was really curious, how the high-spirited and high-spirited young man lived here and turned into a silent cat.

"Mr. Bei, today's meeting ends here. I look forward to seeing the second half of "Please Kill Me Gentlely" as soon as possible." Liang Qiu stood up and stretched out his hand. Bei Xinhong held it with relief, even himself Without realizing it, his palms were full of sweat.

Cheng Jianyu closed the thin notebook, and Liang Qiu's secretary stepped forward and handed him Zhang Ya's business card, which smelled of ink and wash. All this was under Bei Xinhong's nose. There is no way.

Nanka entertainers came and went in a hurry, Zhou Jueqing did not leave, and sat motionless on the chair, waiting for the conference room with only Bei Xinhong, Cheng Jianyu and Chen Kai four people.

He adjusted his glasses, smiled warmly at Cheng Jianyu, and was about to make a speech with a gentleman's demeanor in his mouth, Cheng Jianyu stood up without emotion, turned around and went out, Chen Kai followed with a notebook .

The atmosphere is awkward.

It's like a tango without a rival.

"He's quite tempered." Bei Xinhong spat.

Zhou Jueqing took off his glasses and put them on the table, "He has a very temper, otherwise he will be reduced to be your gunner?"

Bei Xin Hongping smiled but didn't smile, and only cared about the interests of his mother's three-point land, "Can you think of a way for me to make him obediently be my gunner?"

"Do you really think he is Hello Kitty?" Zhou Jueqing smiled, looked out of the window and said, "Just use the method I taught you once. Whether you can subdue this little lion depends on your own ability. You have no ability, and I can't help it."

Bei Xinhong hesitated to speak, and said hesitantly: "As long as Jiang Yan doesn't intervene, I have a way to make him submit obediently. Can you guarantee that Jiang Yan will not intervene?"

Zhou Jueqing stretched and didn't take it seriously, "You just let go, Cheng Jianyu is Jiang Yan's pug, never leave him, Jiang Yan doesn't treat him as a human being at all."

The voice in the conference room gradually decreased.

Cheng Jianyu invited Chen Kai to have a meal, and thanked Chen Kai for his recent help. The two had a few drinks, and it took a lot of time to come and go.

It was late in the evening when I got a taxi, the neon lights were all lit up at night, the whole city was dazzling, and an unfamiliar song was played on the car radio.

The vocal condition of the singer seems to be very good. Even if it is deliberately changed to match the gentle tune, you can still hear the unique low tone and breath. Every word is spoken with appropriate strength, which is very pleasant.

Cheng Jianyu opened the music app enthusiastically, and searched for songs by shaking.

The phone vibrated briefly.

[Singer: Jiang Yan]

[No.1 ranking of songs with the most favorites this year]

Cheng Jianyu was stunned, and slowly slid his fingers on the phone, and finally clicked a small tag to bookmark the singer.