After My Ex-Boyfriend's White Moonlight Proposed to Me

Ever since he got the official boyfriend status, Zhuang Yan walks like the wind.

floated by.

Even kissing and hugging took it for granted, Xie Ning felt that others looked at him and Zhuang Yan with ambiguity.

Fortunately, no one dared to joke in front of Xie Ning.

Zhuang Yanji has a lot of prestige, Xie Ning is the boss of the art team, and he doesn't like to talk. The deputy artist and art assistant are used to his cold temper, and they don't dare to disturb him except for necessary work.

After the meeting, Xie Ning packed up the sketches, and as soon as he returned to the computer, Wang gradually came over.

There were no free chairs around, so Wang gradually didn't mind. Seeing that Xie Ning's table was big, he sat directly on the table, leaning over to talk to him.

"Director Zhuang's face has been full of joy these two days, is there something good?"

Xie Ning said slowly, "I don't know."

Wang gradually smiled and raised his eyebrows to look at him: "You don't know, who else knows?"

Xie Ning: "..."

Wang gradually moved closer: "Director Zhuang is really serious. He told me to pay attention to the influence in the crew, but you and I show off our love. Double standards, typical double standards!"

Xie Ning choked for a moment: "Yeah, it's not that obvious."

Wang gradually widened his eyes exaggeratedly: "It's not obvious enough that you have been in and out together for so many days? There are also many people complaining to me that Director Zhuang always likes to go to the art group at noon. Seeing him sitting on the sofa, my heart almost jumped out of fright."

Xie Ning was even more embarrassed by what he said, so he simply kept silent.

Like an ostrich, pretending not to hear, knowing nothing.

Wang gradually didn't care, and continued: "A few days ago, there was a girl in the props team who quietly gossiped with me about you, saying that there must be something wrong with you two."

Xie Ning asked, "The girl from the props team?"

Wang gradually waved his hand: "That's not the point."

is it?

Xie Ning glanced at him and thought to himself.

Wang gradually loves to hook up and play with each other, and it's not just for talking, so he chatted with the girl from the props team.

Wang gradually said, "Then I told her, isn't it obvious that you and Director Zhuang are involved?"

Xie Ning's face was slightly hot: "..."

He originally thought that Wang Zhuan came to him because he had some serious business to discuss, but now he understood that this person was just here to tease him.

Xie Ning simply followed him to talk to himself, occasionally responding with "um" and "ah", giving a little response.

He opened the file package sent by the deputy artist, and clicked on the picture to start reviewing.

As the start-up approached, the workload of the art team increased sharply, and the overtime hours were getting longer and longer. These were the designs drawn by the deputy artist recently, and Xie Ning had to review them first after drawing.

Wang Jianchao is very talkative, he is the kind of person who can chat all afternoon with the automatic reply of "and then" on the Internet.

But while chatting, he suddenly pointed to the design drawing on Xie Ning's computer screen, and said in a serious tone: "I think... well, this color tone may not work, and we need to change it."

Xie Ning was taken aback: "The tone is not good?"

Wang gradually didn't speak, but a familiar voice sounded behind him: "What are you doing here?"

Zhuang Yan didn't know when he came, and he looked at Wang gradually with a pair of black eyes.

Wang gradually jumped down from the table, and said with a guilty conscience, "I'm here to talk to Xie Ning about work."

"A matter at work?" Zhuang Yan raised his brows, glanced at Xie Ning's computer, and said calmly, "I think this color tone is good, so let's decide."

Wang Jianjian: "..." You are the director, you have the final say.

Zhuang Yan added: "I remember it's off-duty time."

Wang gradually looked at him with surprised eyes: "No way, we are behind the scenes of the movie, and there is such a thing as off-duty time?"

It was rare for Zhuang Yan to choke.

Wang gradually asked him, "Then why are you here?"

Zhuang Yanli said confidently: "Come and pick up my boyfriend home."

Xie Ning: "Ahem."

Zhuang Yan asked with concern: "What's the matter? The cold hasn't healed yet?"

Xie Ning said in a low voice, "...No."

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Your face is so red, don't tell me you have a fever."

Xie Ning blushed even more: "I don't have a fever!"

Zhuang Yan: "Then why are you blushing?"

"Do you think I don't exist?" Wang gradually couldn't stand it anymore, "He has a thin skin, you should show some face, and save some face for me as a single dog." He said it as if he hadn't said it in front of Xie Ning before. Like those jokes.

Zhuang Yan frowned and looked at him, and said: "Knowing that I am a light bulb, why don't you go far away? By the way, I failed the plan you proposed last time, so I called back. Have you made a new plan?"

Wang Zhuran immediately said: "...Let me go."

The name of Zhuang Yan's Republic of China movie was finally settled, it was called "Once Upon a Time in Two Cities".

Originally intended to be called "A Tale of Two Cities", but it collided with Dickens's novel.

Zhuang Yan settled for the next best thing and chose this one.

But to talk about good things, apart from Zhuang Yan finally having the title of boyfriend, there is also the successful approval of the filing of "Once Upon a Time in Two Cities".

Following the filing announcement by the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television, revelations about "Once Upon a Time in Two Cities" gradually appeared on the Internet.

Especially as soon as the news of Sheng Shisong's starring role was revealed, fans discussed whether the movie was good or bad.

Zhuang Yan, a director whose name he had never heard before, came into the public's attention just like that.

At first everyone thought that Zhuang Yan was a new director. After all, he was under 30 and hadn't heard much about it before. Most likely it was a new director.

So they ridiculed Sheng Shisong for fear that he would be confused, and actually lowered his status to make such a low-cost movie.

Until someone dug up Zhuang Yan's resume.

"Don't you all know Baidu? This director has filmed "The Love Letter of Nobody" and it was screened overseas."

"He is a director of literary films and has been making films abroad. "Monologue" was also shortlisted for the Cannes Film Festival. To say that he is a new director is not to make me laugh."

"This director is very poisonous. I still can't get any of his literary films, but somehow he has won a lot of awards."

"Is it a foreign Chinese director?"

"not Chinese."

"I went to Baidu and came back. Who the hell told me it was a poison cake? Sheng Shisong is obviously here to win prizes this time!"

"+1 for the award, but the box office of literary films is hard to say. Is the box office guarantee that the pine trees will still be able to blow the pine trees in the future?"

"Zhuang Yan's style has always been erratic. I like his "Love Letter of No Such Man" very much, but what kind of idiot is "Monologue" filmed, and it is still shortlisted in Cannes. I don't understand the taste of the judges now."

"Baidu is back. Is he really only 28? There are so many works."

"To be honest, I haven't seen any of his movies, but he has won a lot of awards abroad. This is obviously a director who shoots for awards."

……

The following topics turn to whether Sheng Shisong has a chance to win the Best Actor this time, and whether he can still secure the title of "box office guarantee" in Fanhei War.

The shooting is getting closer and closer, and Xie Ning's birthday is also getting closer.

Xie Ning found that Zhuang Yan had become even busier these two days, probably because he had too many things to prepare for the film, so he asked the driver to take him back to the lakeside villa for many days, and Aunt Chen took charge of the kitchen again.

To be honest, I'm used to Zhuang Yan's cooking skills, but I'm not used to eating Aunt Chen's dinner all of a sudden.

He remembered that when he went to Zhuang Yan's house for the first time, Aunt Chen also made dinner. At that time, Zhuang Yan made a lot of critical remarks, but Xie Ning was still complaining silently in his heart.

It is only now that I realize that it is really easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal.

When Xie Ning went downstairs after taking a shower, Zhuang Yan was returning home from work, with obvious tiredness on his face.

Xie Ning asked him, "Have you had dinner yet?"

"Not yet." Zhuang Yan pressed his temple, "Today I went out to socialize with a few investors, and I couldn't push it away. I didn't eat much, but drank a lot of wine."

Xie Ning approached, and sure enough, he could smell a faint smell of alcohol on his body: "Aunt Chen just left, I should have called and told her to make you hangover soup first."

Zhuang Yan glanced at him: "Do you have a mobile phone?"

Xie Ning was silent for a moment, paused, and then said, "...you can call the landline at home."

Zhuang Yan said: "I'm not particularly drunk, I'll probably wake up after taking a shower and sleeping."

"Oh." Xie Ning asked dryly, "Then are you hungry?"

Zhuang Yan nodded: "I'm starving to death, I'll go to the refrigerator to see if there's anything I can cook."

Xie Ning thought for a while, then pulled him back: "You have a rest, I'll make it for you?"

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "You cook for me?"

Xie Ning: "...It's not like I haven't done it before, if you don't like it, forget it."

"I don't dislike it." Zhuang Yan raised the corners of his lips and pinched his face, "I don't dislike anything my boyfriend makes for me."

Zhuang Yan's last three sentences are inseparable from the word "boyfriend", every time Xie Ning hears it, his face gets hot.

He turned away and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

In fact, there are not many things that can be cooked at this time. Aunt Chen's dishes are all cold, and with Zhuang Yan's temperament, he definitely doesn't want to eat leftovers.

There are no ingredients in the refrigerator, and it seems that the quick-frozen dumplings can be cooked.

This is because Zhuang Yan is sometimes too busy and doesn't want to cook when he goes home, so he buys it as a spare for laziness.

"Or cook you a bowl of noodles?" Xie Ning asked.

Zhuang Yan thought for a while: "Cook the noodles, cook the noodles faster."

Guessing he was really hungry, Xie Ning took a look at him, washed some fruits and gave them to satisfy his hunger.

There were still vegetables and eggs in the refrigerator, Xie Ning took them out, and found a bag of ham sausages, fearing that Zhuang Yan would get stomach problems from starvation, he brought them to him almost as soon as they were ready.

Zhuang Yan sniffed it: "It's quite fragrant."

Xie Ning: "It's not as delicious as what you make yourself."

"No." Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I think what you make is more to my liking. If you make it every day, I will definitely eat it every day."

Xie Ning complained in a low voice: "...Aren't you afraid of getting tired of eating?"

Zhuang Yan: "Don't worry, you won't get tired of eating."

Before Xie Ning could think about what to say, Zhuang Yan said again: "But you are busy with painting too, so I'm not willing to let you cook again, so I'd better leave it to Aunt Chen."

The noodles cooked by Xie Ning actually tasted so-so, but Zhuang Yan still ate them all, not even leaving the soup base.

After eating the noodles, Zhuang Yan asked him, "Are you free tomorrow?"

Xie Ning was stunned for a moment, unsure: "There should be."

"That's when you're free." Zhuang Yan said, "I'll tell Wang Zhuan not to talk to you about work tomorrow. Does he come to bother you often recently?"

Xie Ning hesitated and said, "Also... okay? It's basically a matter of work."

Then occasionally chat with him about the gossip that is flying all over the crew, but Xie Ning is not ashamed to tell Zhuang Yan about it.

Zhuang Yan nodded.

Xie Ning asked curiously, "Are you... busy tomorrow?"

Zhuang Yan said, "Isn't your birthday coming soon?"

"Ah."

Zhuang Yan glanced at him: "I'm going to visit the compound. I thought about it. Although it's for your congratulations, there must be a gift for Mr. Xie."

Xie Ning: "... so solemn?"

Zhuang Yan nodded solemnly: "Mr. Xie, what do you like... Should I ask my grandpa? By the way, your parents are also there, right? I also want to prepare a copy for them by the way."

Xie Ning imagined the scene of Zhuang Yan carrying a lot of gifts to the compound, and he was suffocated for a moment.

He murmured: "Don't bother, it's fine when the person arrives."

"No." Zhuang Yan insisted, "I don't see parents going there empty-handed."

Naturally, Xie Ning couldn't hold him back, so he got up and put the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen sink.

When I washed my hands, my body suddenly became stiff.

Zhuang Yan didn't know when he came in and hugged him from behind.

This action has probably happened between couples countless times. Hands stretched out from the waist, clasped his waist, lowered the head slightly, and buried it in the socket of his neck.

Breathing became steady but hot.

Sweet, but also with the warmth of home.

Xie Ning's body couldn't help but soften, and he put his hands on the stove, trying to support himself.

Zhuang Yan chuckled lightly.

That laughter rang in Xie Ning's ears, it was low and long, and it made his ears warm up.

Zhuang Yan asked in a low voice: "Boyfriend, can we sleep in the same room tonight?"

After speaking, he kissed his ear.

Xie Ning's waist was completely limp and paralyzed, unable to hold on anymore.

The author has something to say: Zhuang Zhuang: I think...

Ning Ning: ... No, you don't want to.

Zhuangzhuang:? ? ?

Today's bowl of noodles reminds me of the noodles made by Zhuangzhuang in Chapter 10!Sure enough, I like this corresponding plot!