"Where do you want to go?" Cheng Yiming suddenly came behind her, put her hands on the door, and surrounded her in her arms.

He just came out of the bathroom, full of heat and the mint scent of shower gel, she couldn't help being startled.

His kiss has fallen, down her hair, her cheeks, her neck down...

"Cheng Yiming, don't do this..."

His answer was to pick her up.

As soon as she was put on the bed, his tall figure was covered, and the kiss fell on her skin like rain, which could not be resisted.

She feels so hot, the memory of her body is gradually awakened by him...

But she doesn't want it. If the body can't resist his request, but at least, she shouldn't be on this bed where Zhu Qingqing lay...

"Cheng Yiming, I don't want it." She pushed his shoulder resistingly.

"No?" He raised his eyebrows mockingly, and his fingers went down presumptuously to remind her of how honest her body is.

She only felt a bang in her head, her pretty face was instantly red, like a ripe red cherry...

How could Cheng Yiming resist this kind of her, wishing to crush her into her body.

"Cheng Yiming, Cheng Yiming..." His fierceness scared her, and kept hiding behind, "How about tomorrow? How about tomorrow..."

"What do you mean?" He endured with the last reason.

She plucked up the courage to look into his eyes: "I...Zhu Qingqing just left, I don't want to be a substitute... I'll be with you tomorrow night, okay..."

He stared at her in a daze, as if he heard some fantasy.

Get angry, get angry, and push her away! Yan Yan shouted in her heart!

He did let her go, but he just turned over and lay down beside her, his hands and feet did not untie her.

"Cheng Yiming..." She didn't understand what he was doing.

"Sleep." He whispered.

Um?

She couldn't help turning her head to look at him, not believing what the word "sleep" meant when she heard it.

"Continue without sleeping."

She quickly turned her head back, closed her eyes tightly, and her soft lips formed a line under her pretty and erect nose.

Cheng Yiming is so angry...and wants to laugh so much. She is a beautiful, ruthless, cruel and lovely woman.

He didn't even notice, how long he watched it foolishly before going to sleep contentedly.

Yan Yan slept until dawn.

She looked at the empty bed next to her, and then at the neat bathrobe she was wearing. She couldn't believe it went so smoothly last night.

Is it because she said that Zhu Qingqing, he didn't leave Zhu Qingqing's sadness when he was poked, so he didn't have the face to do to her?

As soon as she turned her head, the little box was still there.

She picked up the small box and looked left and right, but she couldn't understand why Zhu Qingqing left angrily last night.

She washed and changed clothes, then left the room and went downstairs.

"Miss Yan," Housekeeper Lou walked out of the kitchen, "Breakfast is ready, you can eat some."

"Where is Cheng Yiming?" she asked.

"Mr. Cheng holds a video conference in the study." Steward Lou replied.

Oh, that means there is no time to care about her.

"I'm not going to eat anymore, I'm going home." She stepped forward.

"That..." Steward Lou actually stopped her, "Cheng told me that you can't leave for the time being."

"Why?"

"He said you promised him and will stay here tonight."

Yan Yan was taken aback, and suddenly remembered what she said last night, "How about tomorrow night..."

Yan Yan:...

He took it seriously!

She has no choice but to secretly

Call Fu Yuan'er and ask her to "rescue" herself.

Soon, Fu Yuan'er arrived. According to her arrangement, Fu Yuan'er was waiting at the back on the right side of the garden.

She slipped out of the villa pretending to be walking, and trot all the way to the agreed position.

"Yan Yan?" Fu Yuan'er stood outside the railing in the garden, and looked at her through the gap between the railings. "What's the matter?"

"It's not clear in a few words, you help me out first." Yan Yan shook her head.

Fu Yuaner looked at the surrounding environment. The garden wall was very high. Although there was a railing in the middle, there was a one-meter-high wall above the railing.

Yan Yan wants to come out unless she can shrink her bones.

"Hey." Seeing Yan Yan was climbing the wall, Fu Yuan'er hurriedly stopped her, "You really want to break your leg!"

You have to go if you break your leg. Do you really stay with him at night?

"What's going on?" Fu Yuan'er still didn't let her crawl. "Who kept you here? We can call the police!"

"The alarm is on the headlines." Yan Yan wanted to be on the headlines, but could she not bring Cheng Yiming with her.

Fu Yuaner shook her head: "There must be a solution."

She thought for a while, "You let me in, I'll talk to Cheng Yiming."

It just so happened that she had several things to ask him.

"I don't know what Miss Fu wants to talk to me?" Cheng Yiming's voice suddenly sounded.

Yan Yan:...

Cheng Yiming was still wearing her nightgown, swaying a glass of champagne in his hand, walking towards this side leisurely.

Fu Yuan'er looked at him with serious eyes: "There are too many things to talk about. Let's open the door."

Fu Yuan'er walked into the villa and went straight to Cheng Yiming's study.

"Yuan'er, what are you going to talk to him about?" Yan Yan followed her and asked in a low voice.

"Cheng Zitong's matter..." Fu Yuan'er also lowered her voice, "Seeing that the door was opened just now, I'll talk to you, do you know what to do?"

Yan Yan was surprised for a moment, and then she realized that she still had the meaning of making a sound.

But, "Are you okay to stay here alone?"

Fu Yuan'er disagrees: "What can he do to me?"

Fu Yuan'er walked into the study and saw Cheng Yiming had already sat down behind the desk.

"Cheng Yiming, ask your butler to pour me a cup of coffee, as long as the milk does not contain sugar." Fu Yuan'er said.

Cheng Yiming glanced at the housekeeper who followed to the door.

Fu Yuan'er glanced at the housekeeper Lou leaving from the corner of her eye, and thought to herself, Yan Yan knew what to do.

"What's the matter with the female number one?" Fu Yuan'er asked straightforwardly.

"In what capacity are you asking this question?" Cheng Yiming raised an eyebrow disapprovingly, "Although Cheng Zitong also invested money in this movie, you are already divorced."

The **** was mercilessly.

Fu Yuan'er didn't care, "I am a good friend of Yan Yan, and a reporter for the Metropolis Daily."

"I refuse to answer this question." Cheng Yiming simply refused completely.

"Okay," Fu Yuaner looked serious, "then I will warn you as Yan Yan's good friend, she is not your bargaining chip, I don't know if you want to build momentum, or if you want to use her to please other people, if you I will not let you off if I hurt her."

There was no trace of arrogance in her expression, because she knew that her title of "Miss Fu" had long been useless.

She just looked at him resolutely, holding the determination to die.

Cheng Yiming's heart moved. He remembered how Cheng Zitong came to the office to look for him a few days ago.

"Cheng Zitong, are you in the wrong place?"

Cheng Yiming read Cheng Zitong's letter of intent for investment, which was a mere millions. Even if he agreed, the shareholders in his company would not agree.

Cheng Zitong didn't feel that there was anything wrong, on the contrary, he justified his face, "Cheng Yiming, you should be happy that I am willing to invest money in your project."

He has this confidence. When he was in college, he won the championship in the World College Student Investment Competition.

The profit is ten percentage points behind the second place and is a well-deserved champion.

However, the reality is not a competition, "Cheng Zitong, I can choose not to accept it." Cheng Yiming shrugged.

He knew the current situation of Cheng Zitong and started a small investment company.

Because of the bankruptcy of the previous company, not only were few people assured of handing over the funds to him, the people who had previously lost to him in the business field also took the opportunity to crush him vigorously.

"Cheng Zitong, I know your thoughts," Cheng Yiming smiled, "but you invest in this movie, are you afraid of Yu Lingfei thinking more?"

Now the only person who can support him is Yu Jia, is he not good at others?

"What does my investment in movies have to do with Yu Lingfei?" Cheng Zitong asked rhetorically.

"Don't you invest in movies because you want to find a chance to get close to Fu Yuan'er?" Cheng Yiming curled his lips.

Cheng Zi had the same eyes, then smiled self-deprecatingly, but said nothing.

"Cheng Yiming, you will soon know the effect of my millions." After speaking, Cheng Zitong turned and left.

He had an unfathomable appearance, but Cheng Yiming insisted that he just secretly tried to get closer to Fu Yuan'er.

Looking at Fu Yuan'er in front of her, in order for Yan Yan to be able to tear her face apart at any time, Cheng Yiming seemed to understand why Cheng Zitong still thought of her.

Suddenly he had a teasing thought, and a sneer evoked at the corner of his lips: "I'm sorry, Miss Fu, you can't fulfill your sincere friendship with Yan Yan."

Fu Yuan'er frowned: "What do you mean?"

"I heard that Cheng Zitong will sign an investment entrustment contract today, the amount is 10 million yuan." He said.

"What does it have to do with me!" She said quietly, expressionlessly.

However, I have searched for information about Cheng Zi and the company in my mind.

A small investment company that helps people invest and earn hard money.

Everyone is happy to make money for investors.

Whenever the company pays a large sum of money, the company may lose its credibility and cannot handle it.

Cheng Yiming deliberately stirred up this conversation. Is there anything wrong with Cheng Zitong's contract?

"It really has nothing to do with you," Cheng Yiming shrugged, "Anyway, he is just your ex-husband, and his current fiancée is someone else."

As he said, he sighed leisurely: "But ten million, it's too attractive to the current Cheng Zitong, even if there are any traps, I can't see it."

Fu Yuaner:...

Cheng Yiming is also quite appetizing.

Fu Yuan'er gritted her teeth secretly. Was he betting that she couldn't hold on asking questions?

She just doesn't ask.

"Cheng Yiming, don't interrupt," she pulled the question back, "I ask you, can Yan Yan be the female number one in the movie?"

"I can answer one question for you," Cheng Yiming replied, "Can Yan Yan play the female number one, what pitfalls in Cheng Zitonghui, you pick one of these two questions."

"You..." Fu Yuan'er was speechless.

Sure enough, it was Murong Jue's pick, and his bones were as bad as Murong Jue!

Fu Yuan'er did not hesitate much, and gave the answer: "You tell me, can Yan Yan play the female number one?"

Cheng Yiming's eyes flickered slightly, this result was beyond his expectation.

Suddenly he realized something and immediately got up and walked out.

Fu Yuaner hurriedly stopped him: "The words are true, and you can leave after giving the answer!"

PS, see you tomorrow~