After the movie, she teased me under the guise of teaching drama [entertainment circle]

On the neon lights, there are many high-rise buildings, and the entrance of the five-star hotel

A flamboyant bright blue sports car sped up, the door was pushed open, and a woman about 1.7 meters tall stepped out of the driver's seat.

The woman has long hair with a shawl, a white shirt, black trousers, fair skin, a slender figure, and a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, full of aura.

She walked to the other side of the car, opened the door for the co-pilot, and poked out a slender leg with diamond-encrusted heights. Immediately afterwards, a young woman in a V-neck short skirt appeared in the field of vision. It's so beautiful.

Yang Kunyu walked into the lobby of the hotel with Duan Mengzhu on his arm. She was very talented and attractive. For a while, the golden decoration of the hotel lost a lot of color.

"A presidential suite."

Yang Kunyu paid the money, and the two took the room card and took the elevator up. Along the way, the two chose to remain silent in a tacit understanding.

Duan Mengzhu's palms were a little sweaty.

After entering the room, Yang Kunyu closed the door, pressed her sideways against the wall, brushed away the hair on the side of her face, and the hot breath hit Duan Mengzhu's ears.

Duan Mengzhu's face was flushed red, his body was tense, and his back was in seamless contact with the wall.

She lost the momentum she used to have in control.

Yang Kunyu held down her wrist and pushed her up. Feeling the tension in her body, she frowned slightly, "First time?"

It's not the same as how she behaved in the bar.

"No."

Duan Mengzhu was so ashamed that even her neck was stained with blush. She didn't know why she behaved so abnormally today.

Yang Kunyu raised her eyebrows, raised her chin with plain hands, and carefully looked at the delicate face in front of her eyes.

Duan Mengzhu was a little annoyed by Yang Kunyu's actions, moved away from her wrist, and bit down on her red lips.

The smell of blood spread in his mouth, and Duan Mengzhu gnawed viciously twice again with those pitch-black eyes, like a pussy cat with fried fur.

There was a tingling sensation on her lips, Yang Kunyu gently pushed Duan Mengzhu away, stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked (more novels plus group 712273271) her lips, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, "Go take a bath first."

"Together?"

Duan Mengzhu recalled the taste between his lips and teeth, looked at Yang Kunyu with bright eyes, raised his hand to grab her collar, and unbuttoned the first button, revealing a beautiful straight collarbone.

She is not the kind of character who is willing to be slaughtered by others.

"Ah."

Yang Kunyu's voice was a little hoarse, Duan Mengzhu's fingertips boldly slid across her side neck and collarbone, and she couldn't help but tilt her head up.Duan Mengzhu's finger slid across Yang Kunyu's throat, his red lips parted slightly, and he raised his head and bumped into a pair of oppressed eyes.

Yang Kunyu grabbed Duan Mengzhu's wrist that was making trouble around her neck, hugged Duan Mengzhu horizontally, and walked straight to the bathroom.

Long night.

***

The next morning, Peng Yuru went to the company to meet Lin Yulin.

"Sister Lin, I think I need to enroll in a class to learn acting systematically..."

Peng Yuru cut to the chase, explained her reasons to Lin Yulin directly, and asked Lin Yulin to find a suitable teacher for her.

"Okay, I see. Teacher Gu forwarded Weibo to you yesterday afternoon?"

Lin Yulin nodded, instead of recommending a teacher to Peng Yuru, he asked Gu Ziyan. Tang Xue had already told her everything about yesterday.

"Ah."

Peng Yuru responded softly, scratched the fabric of the trousers with his fingers uncomfortably, and then added, "Does this affect her a lot?"

"It's quite big, but it has a greater impact on you. Your fans have risen to 1000 million."

Gu Ziyan has always been a representative of a clean and self-sufficient person in the circle. She never stirs up CP with others, and no one can touch her. It is the first time for her to repost a hot search on the Internet.

Lin Yulin took a sip of hot tea, "But there are some small troubles."

"What's the trouble?"

Peng Yuru hurriedly asked, with a anxious look on his face, and his heart tightened for a while.

"Someone said rhythmically that the one who refused to show up for dinner at your house last time was Ziyan, and also said that the two of you are married and living together in secret."

Tang Xue was startled, why didn't she get this.

Peng Yuru was slightly distracted, a little guilty, Ziyan was so careful to avoid suspicion, she was still implicated by her.

Lin Yulin was always paying attention to Peng Yuru's expression, "However, these comments have been suppressed by her public relations team, and there is no disturbance."

"Ah."

Peng Yuru was visibly relieved and let go of his tightly clenched hands.

Lin Yulin put down the tea cup, "Actually, you can go to Teacher Gu to give you extra lessons. In terms of experience and level, she must be the first choice. Besides, don't you two live on the same floor? This is more convenient."

It's really a pity that these two don't match up.

Peng Yuru was a little secretly happy at first, and then turned to worry, "But Teacher Gu is very busy, and she doesn't have time to teach me."

"She's busy, but you can spend more time with her, find time for her, and make good use of her free time."

"What about the live broadcast?"

"I was just about to tell you about the live broadcast. Your fan base has increased now. It is enough to live broadcast twice a week at a fixed time. When the filming of this drama is about to finish, you will start to transform. When the time comes The frequency is up to you."

"Ah."

The corners of Peng Yuru's mouth rose slightly, and she hoped that she could continue to learn from Gu Ziyan, after all, Gu Ziyan did teach very well.

"As for the tuition fee," Lin Yulin paused slightly, "The company can't afford it, so you should ask Mr. Gu yourself."

Peng Yuru's expression froze, and she quickly realized, "Of course I pay for the tuition myself."

No matter how expensive the tuition fee is, she can afford it.

"Ah."

Lin Yulin thought to himself, don't pay yourself as a tuition fee when the time comes.

***

In the afternoon, Peng Yuru went directly to the crew.

She went straight to Gu Ziyan's private lounge, and Yu Jing was sitting at the door brushing a tablet with a ponytail.

Yesterday's people who had a good mouth were kicked out of the crew, and the new group of people who came in were very well-behaved.

"Are you looking for Ziyan? She is taking a nap."

Yu Jing looked up at Peng Yuru, and stood up on the pony. She was much shorter than Peng Yuru, probably only reaching her chin.

"Then I'll wait here for her to get up."

Peng Yuru smiled slightly, looked down at Yu Jing, and raised his hand to remove a small leaf from her temple hair, and put it in the palm of his hand to show her, "A little bit of broken leaf has been taken off."

Her smile was so bright, Yu Jing was startled, she turned her head away, and her tone softened a lot, "You can tell me if you have anything, and I will help you convey it."

"Hmm. I want to ask, how much does Ziyan usually charge for teaching opera for an hour?"

Peng Yuru calculated her property. She didn't know how to manage money, so she bought all the real estate, and she couldn't get much cash at once.

"Well, 1000 million an hour."

In fact, Gu Ziyan does not charge money for teaching opera, and most of the time she is selling favors, which cannot be measured by money.But Yu Jing thought about it, since Blue and White Porcelain's family has money, she should take the opportunity to make money.

Peng Yuru lowered her head and did some mental calculations. The previous trivial teaching time added up to at least five hours, and she muttered to herself, "Then I owe her at least 5000 million."

"what?"

Yu Jing didn't hear what she was saying, but seeing Peng Yuru's thoughtful eyes made her feel happy.

Peng Yuru turned on her phone and looked through her property records, "Ziyan is not short of a house, I don't have that much cash, can I use real estate to pay for it?"

Yu Jing raised a smile of caring for the mentally handicapped. There is a lot of room for property appreciation. Just as she was about to answer, the door opened.

"There is no shortage of houses, but a person who warms the bed."

Gu Ziyan's cold voice was clearly transmitted to the ears of the two of them, and there was also some tingling feeling unique to those who had just woken up, with a lazy expression.

It was true that she had just woken up not long ago, but the sound insulation of the crew's house was too poor, so she heard what they were saying from inside the door.

Peng Yuru was still holding the phone in his hand, and looked up in a daze, seeing the vague smile on the corner of Gu Ziyan's mouth, opened his mouth, but didn't spit out a word.

Gu Ziyan held the doorknob, took two steps back, and opened the door, "Let's go in and talk."

Yu Jing followed Peng Yuru with a ponytail, Gu Ziyan raised her hand to stop her, her red lips parted slightly, "Look at me chatting for 100 million an hour."

This is not together yet?

So short...

"I can do it outside," Yu Jing's smile froze on her face, she put the ponytail by the door, and sat obediently outside the door.

Gu Ziyan closed the door, and the room became much cooler. There was also a small air-conditioning fan. She turned on the fan and pointed the air outlet at Peng Yuru's side, "I'm cold, and I can't blow the cool breeze."

A gust of cool wind blows in, blowing away the impetuousness of summer. On the sofa, Peng Yuru sat upright, "Is your body cold? My grandma is an old Chinese doctor. I will ask her to show you when I go back to my house next time."

"it is good."

Gu Ziyan was startled for a moment, then nodded immediately. Since she chose Peng Yuru, she had to let go of some bad opinions she had about doctors in the past.

What's more, this is Peng Yuru's concern for her. From another perspective, it can be regarded as Peng Yuru's invitation to meet her parents. She should be very happy.

"I want to ask Mr. Gu to teach me acting. It won't waste a lot of your time. I will take the initiative to study with you." Peng Yuru paused, seeing that Gu Ziyan's expression didn't change much, and then said, "The salary is based on your usual salary. standard."

"Salary? You can offset it with labor services, such as cooking for me, massaging my back and so on." Gu Ziyan's eyes fell on Peng Yuru's slender and fair fingers, the nails were round and smooth, off-white The crescent moon glows with a healthy luster.

Feeling Gu Ziyan's gaze, Peng Yuru lowered his eyes to look at his hands, there was nothing dirty on them.

"Then I have a few more requests." Gu Ziyan looked away, "[-]. Don't call me Mr. Gu like them; [-]. Please report to me when you ask for leave and explain the reason; , The salary will be paid after you finish your studies."

If Peng Yuru has learned everything and she still can't catch up with anyone, it's definitely not her problem.

"Okay." Peng Yuru nodded, Gu Ziyan's request was very simple, and she was quite considerate of her.

"Then you are my closed disciple", also the first disciple.

Gu Ziyan lazily leaned back on the recliner, raised her hand and rubbed the back of her neck, glanced at Peng Yuru, and complained in a flattering voice, "I'm so tired, my shoulders are a little sore."

"Let me give you a massage." Peng Yuru caught the meaning in Gu Ziyan's tone, got up and went around behind Gu Ziyan, gently pinched her shoulder blades, and massaged the acupuncture points.

Even through the clothes, Gu Ziyan could still clearly feel the position of Peng Yuru's fingertips. There was a sore feeling, and the muscles relaxed a lot. She couldn't help snorting softly, "Well...comfortable..."

Gu Ziyan's voice turned into an electric current, which slid through Peng Yuru's mind, and the aftertaste of numbness flowed through her limbs and bones. It was a wonderful feeling, and she subconsciously relaxed a lot of her massage.

"Jingle Bell--"

Peng Yuru's cell phone next to her rang, and the screen lit up. Gu Ziyan glanced at the note: Duan Mengzhu.