Marriage by agreement, focus on participation

Not long after Fu Wan lay down, she saw the trending search.

Outrageous fucking opened the door, outrageously home.

And it's hard to say who is more outrageous.

Dieyue Media, where Fu Hengyao works, slowly reposted the Weibo of Mixin Media, a subsidiary of Xinyu, and also sent a soy bean wiping his sweat emoji.

Fu Hengyao's biggest negative comment in the past was "a dog's eyes look down on people". After such a news broke out, netizens rushed to watch the fun.

In the end, I only saw that Mixin Media was going crazy.

@消除蜜: I'm dying of laughter, Die Yue is not in a hurry, why does Mi Xin come out to dance, is Ayao's private meeting an artist from his family?

@阳光蜜: What kind of operation is this? Hahahaha @欣香-米新媒体, I’m even more curious about who that is.

@悲郁草草: These paparazzi are not good, the picture quality is too bad, they can’t see their faces clearly, they are so anxious to death, can I give you money so that I can see clearly.

Fu Wan: "..."

It's really... Speechless and funny.

Mixin Media is an official account, and every news that is sent out is the meaning of the company, and it is also possible that it is the meaning of Qi Ye.

He swiped his finger on the screen, flipped through a few messages from netizens, and rolled around on the bed twice.

I don't know why, but every time he sees that Qi Ye tends to lose his composure a little because of his affairs, he will be shamefully secretly pleased.

The next day's itinerary for the whole team of the Game Design Department is on the tourist cultural and creative street near the small island. The houses here are different from City A. They are crowded and stacked together. Behind them is the vast blue sky and the golden Clotheslines are stretched and tightened in every household, and a few white blouses are hanging here and there here and there.

When Fu Wan was about 14 years old, she had a quarrel with Fu Yiyi and was about to run away from home with two pairs of shoes on her back, insisting that she wanted to wander the world.

At that time, Qi Ye blocked him at the station, pushed him onto the plane without saying a word, and the two of them landed in this city together.

The two of them visited this tourist cultural and creative street together.

There is a small gallery on the corner of the street. Fu Wan played with the owner's son for 20 minutes and established a deep friendship.

The seafood in the class crowded in front of the milk tea shop and waited for the order. Fu Wan walked a few steps forward and met an old friend.

"Hey, didn't your brother come this time?" The son of the boss at that time is now the owner of the small gallery. "It's been a long time since I saw you. At that time, your relationship was very good. Your brother took care of you everywhere."

"No." Fu Wan bent her elbows and leaned against the railing of the gallery, "Watch more TV if you miss him."

other side:"?"

The small gallery faced a beach. Fu Wan sat on the edge of the terrace, took out her backpack and took her tablet computer, and doodled and drew the scene of the coast.

"There are too many board drawings, and your hand-painting will degenerate." The old friend watched from the side and raised his mouth.

"That's right." Fu Wan said, "I can use the computer to make some scenes now."

"By the way, Fu Wan." The old friend said, "Xiao Xu and Xiao Huang just returned to China recently, do you want to make an appointment to meet?"

"Yes!" Fu Wan twirled the white digital pen between her fingers, "About to have a drink."

at dusk.

Qi Ye finished his day's work, smelled the fragrance of fruit tea on the table, put his left hand on the armrest of the chair, leaned against the back of the chair, stretched his neck, swiped open the phone screen lock with his right hand, and checked the missed messages.

Fu Wan sent him a scene sketch.

The lines are gentle and clean. Except for the clouds and tree shadows, many details of the sky and the sea are omitted. You can roughly imagine the idle appearance of the person who draws, with his chin resting on one hand, drawing lines lazily.

The corners of Qi Ye's lips twitched, and he took a sip of the fruit tea.

Wanwan at his house, and today he was doing pretty well, even sitting quietly by the sea, painting a scene.

Maybe there will be a day when I won't see him, so Fu Wan misses him to some extent?

The cup used to soak the fruit tea was made by Fu Wan. On the crystal clear wall of the cup, there was a blue transparent jelly dumpling with a face on it.

Qi Ye and Tuanzi looked at each other for two seconds, then put down the cup.

The fingertip accidentally touched Moments, and the smile on Qi Ye's face stopped on his lips.

He met Fu Wan in the circle of friends of the regional general manager of a partner.

General manager of a certain region: My son invited friends out with his nephew who just returned to China. It’s nice to be young! [video]

The shaky video was about a bar, with flickering lights and dazzling streamers. Fu Wan, wearing a cat's head coat, flashed past the camera, holding a bottle of beer, pointing at a few people Qi Ye didn't know. The boy said, "Drink."

Qi Ye: "..."

He stayed still at work in the company, and Fu Wan was passing by all over the world.

He could no longer understand Fu Wan's social circle.

Fu Wan went to the bar with a few friends whom he hadn't seen for many years and went to the bar for about [-] minutes. He didn't leave the friends from the first class of the game design department, and went to eat hot pot with everyone.

After the day was over, Fu Wan went back to her small attic in the humid sea breeze.

He opened the window and let the night breeze blow for a while. He was the only one in the room, and he suddenly felt a little empty.

His fingertips were a little cold from the wind, and he was inexplicably reminded of the scorching heat that Qi Ye passed on in his palm that day.

From [-]:[-] to [-]:[-], during this time, Qi Ye likes to read business magazines in the study for a while, or explain unfinished work to his subordinates.

He said don't disturb, turned on Pingxin TV, and hung up the live broadcast for a while.

"I'll broadcast mobile games for a while, is that okay?" He asked himself the netizens in the live broadcast room.

[Where do you live, it's so small. ]

[He said last time, he is traveling, but we are so late, you have so many projects in units of [-] million on your computer, you don’t live in a presidential suite or something like that when you go out?dog head.jpg]

[I want to see you draw cards, let's play Love Game B. ]

"Alright, which one to play?" Fu Wan asked.

[Yuegui, I'm still waiting and watching the ancient romance mobile game that just came out. ]

"Alright." Fu Wan adjusted the bracket of the tablet, "Then I'll download one first."

There are a lot of people living in the B & B villa during the peak tourist season, and the Internet is not very good. After paying for the download late, I have been chatting with the netizens in the live broadcast room——

"The lip color is redder than usual? The hot pot I just ate, must be too spicy." Fu Wan answered the barrage question, "Well, it's a bit hot, and it's on a small southern island."

He opened the skylight of the attic, and there was the hissing sound of insects outside the screen, and the summer night sea breeze soaked in the starlight, blowing in through the skylight, brushing the slightly long hair behind his ears.

The neckline of his shirt was opened a little, revealing the slender white collarbones at both ends, and the white jade safety buckle tied with red string exuded a lustrous luster.

[System prompt: "Night" has entered your live broadcast room. 】

Fu Wan was startled, forgot what she was saying, and almost called out "Brother".

["Night" set off fireworks in the "Late Night" live broadcast room. 】

[Night]: At night, button up your clothes.

Fu Wan: "..."

The barrage in his live broadcast——

[Bangyi is so wide-ranging. ]

[This also needs to be deducted?The big men next door to the game area are broadcasting shirtless! ]

[That’s right, I’ll give my old buddy one last night too. ]

Fu Wan: "..."

He fumbled for the buttons on his collar and buttoned the top button.

[Hiss, male German anchor. ]

[No, if you don't brush aside, your popularity will drop immediately. ]

"I'm a game streamer, not an edge streamer!" Fu Wan was annoyed by this group of people again.

[Yes, yes, who said that he is not a game anchor last time. ]

[You have the final say, brothers, what else can you do besides spoiling you? ]

[Night]: Wan Wan speaks quite neatly today.

"I've always been very..." Fu Wan paused in the middle of her words.

For some reason, he always felt that Qi Ye's words seemed to mean something.

Inexplicably, he felt the meaning of danger.

So he swallowed the second half of the sentence, selectively ignoring the big brother in his live broadcast room.

"The game is ready." Fu Wan cast the phone screen into the live broadcast room, "I won't fight today, let me show you this."

The barrage said yes, yes, no problem.

[Night]: It's a game of Laurel Group.Soybean crying.jpg

Fu Wan: "..."

Yes it is.What's the matter.

Why is Director Qi still acting weird today?

In Fu Wan's opinion, Yuegui's ancient love mobile game was poorly done.

Routine plot mechanism, perfunctory card drawing mechanism, the plot seems to be rich in rhetoric and lofty in meaning, but in fact it is incomprehensible.

"This... makes me doze off a bit." Fu Wan joked after an hour of trial, "If you have spare time and money, you can play it."

[Laughing to death, moldy, I can't get a card for ten thousand years. ]

[I think Wan Ye put it more tactfully, this is really meaningless. ]

[Wait for the two new love games in the second half of the year, one each for Yuegui and Xinyu, I hope you don't disappoint me. ]

"Then let's go here." Fu Wan took off the earphones, "The anchor is sleepy."

[Aren't you messing with the time, let's go to sleep while broadcasting live. ]

"I want to fart." Fu Wan turned off the live broadcast.

The graduation trip was scheduled for three days, but he missed Qi Ye a little bit, so he booked a plane ticket and planned to fly back one day in advance.

At 16:[-] the next day, Fu Wan pushed her suitcase and landed at the airport in City A.

He remembered Qi Ye's itinerary. At this time, his brother should be at Mixin Media, having dinner with several famous directors in the industry.

"Don't tell him, I'll go there by myself." He told Assistant Jane.

The car stopped outside the International Hotel, Fu Wan asked the box number, and the hotel waiters led him all the way up.

This dinner was organized by several producers for several commercial film projects, and they wanted Laxinyu Group to be the biggest investor.

In addition to the film crew and Xinyu Group, there were several popular actors at the dinner table.

When Fu Wan opened the door and entered, the beautiful actress was toasting Qi Ye.

"Uncle Chen, Brother Zhang, do you mind giving me an extra seat?" Fu Wan greeted several directors and producers she knew politely.

"Who is this?" Someone looked at Fu Wan and asked.

"My family pays late." Qi Ye said.

Several people showed a clear look.

Fu Wan sat down beside Qi Ye, took a sip of wine, and whispered in Qi Ye's ear, "Don't stare at actresses, don't be like you late Wanwan."

Qi Ye: "..."

Very good, quite good.

Before he settled his accounts, this man started dancing first.

"Uncle Chen, are you still making a sequel to that TV series? I've been waiting for two years. It's really interesting." Fu Wan had already chatted with the director, "Is there any important role for the sequel yet? Look at Fu Hengyao Hey, he was born in a major and has good acting skills, and he is also dedicated."

"Brother Zhang, that literary film of yours looks like it's going to win prizes. It's a big deal."

Qi Ye: "..."

Fu Wan was scanning WeChat with the actress next to him, Qi Ye leaned over to his ear and asked——

"Does your throat not hurt?"

He seemed to recall some bad memories, and suddenly became quiet, with long black eyelashes drooping, sticking to Qi Ye's side, obediently.

Qi Ye likes his appearance at this time the most, and the more he looks at it, the more he likes it.

Because of Fu Wan's joining, Qi Ye ended the dinner ahead of time, pushed someone who still smelled like the sea into the car, and drove towards Fenglin Mansion.

Fu Wan sat quietly for a while, and seemed to think of something, and spoke again, this time pointing: "Brother, when Sister Wen Wen was serving food just now, you pressed the rotating table for her, you help me Have you pressed it?"

"Press it." Qi Ye said in a deep voice, "More than once."

"Really?" Fu Wan couldn't remember, "Alright then."

after awhile.

He asked again: "I don't seem to have drunk the wine you opened tonight, have you touched it?"

Qi Ye clenched his hand by his side into a fist, tight and tight: "I didn't touch it, I drank another."

"Okay." Fu Wan was temporarily satisfied.

But it's not over yet—

Qi Ye's cuffs smelled of an unfamiliar perfume, which made him unhappy.

So, Fu Wan, who washed herself clean, waited half asleep and half awake until Qi Ye came back from the shower, and asked again: "Is this your new high-end outfit today? It seems that you didn't show it to me first... ah..."

It was dark in front of him, and the lights above his head were blocked.

Qi Ye rolled onto the bed, knelt down beside him on one knee, and put the weight of his upper body on him little by little.

He saw Qi Ye's dark eyes, and asked blankly, "...what's wrong?"

Why is it so sudden and fierce?

"Fu Zaozao." Qi Ye's voice was slightly hoarse, "You have to take the lead in everything I do, right?"

Fu Wan blinked her eyes and turned her head guiltily: "It's...it's okay."

His voice has returned to normal, and his voice is as clean as a summer sea breeze. The redness left at the corner of his mouth has faded away, and only a thin red mark remains deep in the collarbone below the collarbone.

"Then let me ask you." Qi Ye pinched his chin with his thumb and index finger, and forcibly straightened his head, "Go out, how many people did you meet, play beach volleyball with a group of little girls, play with Fu Hengyao Go to the hot search and go drink with the friend of my cooperating nephew."

"...How do you know I played beach volleyball?" Fu Wan showed panic, "And the bar, did you install surveillance cameras on my head?"

"Yeah, yes." Qi Ye's eyes were dark, "You also started a live broadcast, and you played the live broadcast before you got dressed, and you still played the game of Laurel."

Fu Wan was speechless after being accused by him.

But he always wants to gain the upper hand in words.

His momentum dropped a level, and he was inexplicably guilty, so he had to increase the output of his voice.

But when he was pressed against by Qi Ye like this, his voice turned into an ambiguous voice when it reached his mouth, and it stuck to Qi Ye's ear, making it unbearably seductive.

He said: "Yes, what's the matter? You have always been my good brother. I just want to take the lead. Do you have any objections?"

"No." Qi Ye touched his hair not very gently, leaned over and bit his lips, "Wanwan, I'll give you sugar first, the moon first, and everything first."

"So." Qi Ye threw the small box next to his cheek, clasped his hands, pressed to his side, pushed his knees against his legs, ignored his slight struggle, and whispered every word in his ear. announced suddenly——

"I'm bent, let brother you have a good time first."