Our president is stupid and rich

When Sheng Changan woke up the next day, the hotel room was still dark, and Fang Zhiyi had already left.

The curtains of the room were drawn tightly so that no light could pass through. He sat up slowly, turned on the light in the room, and checked the time. It was already past nine o'clock.

Fortunately, he didn't have any symptoms of drunken headache. Sheng Changan leaned against the head of the bed for a while, and the memory of last night slowly came back.

How is this going!

He slowly bent his legs and buried his face in his palms.

After drinking before, I was mostly alone, and when I was with others, I could talk and laugh freely. I thought the wine was good, so I finished that bottle of red wine with Fang Zhiyi.But now it seems that this is not the case at all. I was not completely drunk yesterday, but my nerve perception seemed to be amplified by alcohol, and I suddenly became bolder, and even sat in the bathtub and splashed water on Fang Zhiyi's face...

Sheng Changan rubbed the space between his brows, and then remembered what happened on the bed.

His face was a little burning, and he wanted to stop what he was thinking immediately, but he couldn't help but recall that part.

It may be because his parents suppressed his nature before, so that he never faced up to his desires after puberty, and he just did things hastily or waited for it to resolve itself.But yesterday...

Sheng Changan couldn't help covering his face again.

It's too embarrassing, but... Fang Zhiyi's way of dealing with it is too different from his own, so that although he controls himself not to recall it, he can't help but recall those ten minutes.

Sheng Changan shook his head, lifted a corner of the quilt, took a quick look, and then closed it again. Sitting there, he turned red into a thin-skinned persimmon that would ooze juice when he touched it.

After a while, the door of the room was knocked suddenly, he was startled, adjusted his expression, got out of bed and opened the door.

The door opened, and it wasn't Fang Zhiyi who came, but the waiter with a lunch box in his hand.

Sheng Chang'an breathed a sigh of relief, took the lunch box, put it on the table, and decided to wash up and change clothes first.

When he went to the bathroom to pick up the toothbrush, he realized that he was still wearing Fang Zhiyi's pajamas -- the color that had just faded off returned to his face again.

Sheng Changan quickly solved the washing problem, then changed into his own clothes, and folded Fang Zhiyi's pajamas on the bed next to him.

The phone rang, Sheng Changan hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to connect.

Fang Zhiyi's voice came from over there: "Has breakfast been delivered?"

Sheng Changan's gaze fell on the lunch box on the table, and he tried his best to sound calm and normal: "It's delivered."

"That's good." Fang Zhiyi also sounded normal, with some concern in his voice: "How do you feel? Does your headache hurt?"

"It's okay." Sheng Changan sat down at the table and stretched out his hand to open the lunch box, "I don't feel anything." Then he saw that the lunch box was still steaming, red dates, longan and lotus seed soup.

"That's good." Fang Zhiyi seemed relieved, "I'll call it a day..."

Sheng Changan quickly hung up the phone, looking at the three huge crimson dates piled up on the bowl of porridge, he felt a little out of sorts.He sat at the table and took a few deep breaths, and his stomach growled twice.

Forget it, Sheng Changan picked up the spoon, there is no need to make trouble with his stomach...

After finishing breakfast, Sheng Changan decided to leave immediately.

As soon as he opened the door, he and Fang Zhiyi, who was standing outside the door and raised his hand to knock on the door, entered into a state of wide-eyed stare.

The two looked at each other, and then Fang Zhiyi looked down at the bag in his arms: "Do you want to go back now?"

Sheng Changan opened his mouth, and finally took a step back to let him enter the room.

The two stood at the entrance of the room, Sheng Changan said calmly: "There is something in the company, I have to go back early."

Fang Zhiyi seemed a little sad: "Okay, I'll take you to the airport."

Sheng Changan suddenly regretted that he came here to celebrate someone's birthday, but in the end, he was served comfortably, and then he was about to run away, as if... a little irresponsible.

"No." Sheng Changan changed his words, "I'll go back tomorrow."

Fang Zhiyi's eyes lit up: "Then let's go out for lunch later? Do you want to visit the studio in the afternoon?"

Sheng Changan felt that his ears were hot, he turned back to the room and put down the bag: "It's all fine."

After eating and resting for a while at noon, Fang Zhiyi took Sheng Changan to the set.

In mid-November, there was already some chill, Fang Zhiyi wrapped the scarf that Sheng Changan brought him as a gift around him.Sheng Changan resisted a little, but was violently suppressed by Fang Zhiyi: "You sneezed when you came here yesterday. Today's scene is outdoors. I will pick it up sooner or later. You can take it with you."

The lower half of Sheng Changan's face was covered by a white scarf, which didn't seem to match his clothes.

Fang Zhiyi took a few steps back and took a look, and took out a beige down jacket from his closet: "You can try this one on."

Although the difference between the two was only about ten centimeters, it was originally a long down jacket, and Fang Zhiyi had to reach his knees when he wore it. Sheng Changan wrapped it up to his calf after wearing it, and his whole figure looked like a beige dumpling.

Fang Zhiyi nodded in satisfaction: "Let's go."

After arriving at the set, Fang Zhiyi discussed with the director, arranged Sheng Changan on the sidelines, brought him a cup of hot drink, asked his assistant to accompany him, and then changed his clothes to go on stage.

The timeline in the movie is at the beginning of May, and the clothes are relatively thin at this time.

Now he was going to shoot the next part of his original audition clip, so he could only wear a white shirt, and he didn't even have a chance to keep his baby warm.

After a scene was filmed, he walked to the sidelines, and the little assistant immediately handed over the clothes in his hands.Fang Zhiyi put on his down jacket and drank two mouthfuls of hot water, and sat next to Sheng Changan: "How is it?"

Sheng Chang'an frowned: "Why don't you save such summer scenes for summer filming."

Fang Zhiyi held a water glass in his hand, and his body warmed up a little bit: "After all, the shooting period is only over a month. The venue, personnel, etc., of course, is the most suitable time to find." Then he laughed: "Didn't you also make a lot of investment in film and television dramas? Still don't know about these?"

Sheng Changan pursed his lips: "I know."

Fang Zhiyi stretched out his hand and took his hand: "Actually, it's nothing. There are very few outdoor scenes, and most of them are indoors. There is an air conditioner, and several heaters are turned on. You can also stuff a baby in a white coat."

The little assistant watched and cared, pretending that he couldn't see or hear anything, and simply found an excuse to go to the other side and leave the two of them chatting there.

By the time the afternoon filming was over, it was past eight o'clock.

It was completely dark, and the two of them didn't go to eat with everyone, but went back to the hotel first and ordered delivery.

After dinner, when the two of them sat side by side on the small single bed, the temperature in the room seemed to rise again.

Fang Zhiyi hesitated for a while, but still asked: "Chang'an... how did you solve your own problems before? Regarding your normal needs... what do you think?"

Sheng Changan was stunned, and then his ears and face turned red.