Sitting at the door with a stall, in fact, more often than not, she was talking some gossips with Chang Yu, reminiscing about the interesting things on campus. Few people actually came to the door to write love letters. But there was an old lady with a kidnapper, wearing a pair of reading glasses, and asked Ji Yaoguang and the others to read a letter from home. This is the case. After this day’s busy work, Ji Yaoguang changed his mind and became the richest person in the entire inn. Of course, reluctantly divided a small part and handed it over to An Muyu's hands, asking her to buy daily life. Need, and the rest is for Chang Yu to keep.

The mood was good, and even seeing Siren became more enthusiastic. Ji Yaoguang didn't mind that the sirren who was running wildly did not know where it was rubbed with a layer of dust, she hugged it in her arms and rubbed it, gently stroked the messed cat hair with her fingers, she smiled softly Said: "Don't run around in the inn, I will make you delicious tomorrow." Siren seemed to understand Ji Yaoguang's words, and after a few meows, he rushed into a small flower bush.

"You're not too dirty either." Chang Yu looked at Ji Yaoguang's movements and groaned slightly.

Ji Yaoguang smiled lightly: "Well, what is the word'dirty'?" At this moment, she remembered her identity as a shovel officer. This is another night coming. It was no different from the usual. They should perform a historical stage play by drawing lots, but because director Zhao Beiting had other things for a while, the assistant director and cameramen clapped and applauded. , This slip of smoke ran to the small room to play cards.

"Ms. Chang——"

When Chang Yu was about to return to the room, he was suddenly stopped by An Muyu. The inside of the inn is similar to the ancient wing rooms, one side by side with the other, and an antique corridor outside. It's also a coincidence that this An Muyu's room happens to be arranged next to them, and you will inevitably encounter them when you enter and exit. Ji Yaoguang adhered to the principle of blindness, turned his head and entered the house, while Chang Yu kept a distance from An Muyu with his arms around his chest, and asked indifferently, "What's the matter?"

A big red lantern was hung in the corridor. The bright light passed through the thin paper, and it was stained with a dark red hue. Together with the wind coming through the corridor, it rendered a quiet and cold atmosphere. Chang Yu carried the lamp, An Muyu couldn't see her expression clearly, but was stabbed by the cold and alienated tone, and her face paled for a moment. She originally thought she had enough time to meet Chang Yu's. After all, she was in the same program group, but it was not as she expected. Everyone almost unanimously pushed her to be the chef in the inn, staying in the house all day long, picking rice and picking vegetables, and preparing a rich and cheap dinner for them walking around. Doesn't she want to leave the inn? Doesn't she want to go out with Chang Yu? But Ji Yaoguang happened to exist, occupying Chang Yu's day and night. Why did it develop like this? Even if she was not accepted by Chang Yu, Ji Yaoguang should not come back. Can she still be friends with Chang Yu? Can she try to go further?

Chang Yu waited for a long time and didn't hear An Muyu speak, but saw that the emotions in her eyes were complicated and even hidden a layer of hatred, frowned, she repeated: "If Miss An has nothing else, I Go back to the house first. Ji Yaoguang is still waiting for me."

"It's just that there is a door, is Teacher Chang so impatient?" An Muyu couldn't hold back her hateful and jealous tone for a while, seeing Chang Yu's face suddenly cold, then she covered her lips and smiled awkwardly. With a soft tone, I wanted to restore my image, "Sorry, Teacher Chang, I just have something for you. I went to the market and saw this set of knives, so I bought it back." Returning to the scraps of wood, she knew what it was for. Where did Bo Yu say it was used to burn wood? She was fortunate enough to see Chang Yu's superb knife craftsmanship and flawless finished products. There should be a romance of learning art in her nature, but it was concealed by the usual indifference and alienation.

The money for this set of knives does not know how much cheap vegetables can be bought—Chang Yu will not accept gifts from others for no reason. She believes that An Muyu and An Muyu are not yet familiar, and Ji Yaoguang’s words are in her mind. Can't go away, she thought of Zhao Qing who caused her and Ji Yaoguang's relationship to break down, and she had to suspect that An Muyu had a plan. She curled the corners of her lips and gave a polite smile, and she didn't hide her refusal. It happened that Ji Yaoguang's somewhat impatient voice came from the house, and Chang Yu smiled again and said, "Sorry, I have to go back to the house beforehand." As the carved wooden door closed, An Muyu's scorching sight was blocked. Outside.

Ji Yaoguang's movements have always been numb, and he quickly took a shower and fell into the quilt, turning on the air conditioner to drive away the cold in the room for a day. She raised her eyes when she saw Chang Yu returning to the house, and smiled lightly: "The water is still hot, go quickly." After speaking, she looked down at her phone. Since joining the program group, it feels like a long time has passed, but in fact it is only three or two days. The news in WeChat was one after another. In addition to Ji Kaiyang's constant questioning of his current situation to express his concern, there was also the side attack from his agent Su Ci.

Su Ci will not leave the Tang Dynasty, she also brought a new person under her hand. This cognition resurfaced in her mind, making Ji Yaoguang's heart pierced by a needle. She thought of Su Ci's kindness to her, but after another thought, her mind was invaded by An Muyu's face again. "Xiaoyu is a newcomer I brought, she doesn't understand anything, please take care of her." Su Ci's voice was very flat, but because of his hatred of An Muyu, Ji Yaoguang just saw that it was cruel. Naive.

Will An Muyu need her to take care of it? Perhaps the only person An Muyu wants to get close to is Chang Yu. The inside and out of the words revealed the future arrangements for An Muyu. The boss of the Tang Dynasty let Chang Yu, a cash cow, naturally knew that he could not keep her Ji Yaoguang, so he was stuffed under the hands of the gold medal broker Su Ci. A newcomer who thinks that there is a lot of potential, as long as she increases her exposure in front of the audience through the program group, her gentle food family can stand up-she will receive advertisements, TV series, and even enter the new field of movies . When An Muyu walks into the entertainment industry, she will know more and more relevant people, and she will become an airtight net. Of course, Ji Yaoguang is not happy to think that this happened. To help An Muyu, but just as a stranger on the sidelines.

Ji Yaoguang, who was deeply caught in her own thoughts, did not hear Chang Yu's voice at all. It was only when a question of "what are you thinking" came into her ears that she suddenly recovered. The corner of the quilt was lifted, and the person who got into the bed with his long hair stretched out his hand and squeezed her face, and said in a low voice: "The ink is washed away." The tone seemed quite regretful.

Ji Yaoguang smiled softly. She tilted her head to look at Chang Yu, and replied, "Although the ink stains are removed, but Teacher Chang, your name is signed in my heart, and there is no way to clear it." Just came out of the bathroom. Chang Yu's body still carried a faint fragrance of shower gel. Ji Yaoguang threw away the phone and sniffed Chang Yu's body. The hand slowly fell to the waist, rubbing the skin of the waist through the thin pajamas. "Teacher Chang, can you ask for a goodnight kiss?"

Chang Yu blinked and chuckled, "Are you going to sleep?"

"Of course—no." The words changed abruptly, and the corners of Ji Yaoguang's lips were full of smiles. She leaned forward and kissed Changyu's eyebrows, feeling that it was not enough. The desire that had been suppressed for a period of time suddenly rose, and her eyes were bright and full of inexplicable expectations. Chang Yu did not refuse her kiss, and her courage grew stronger as if she had been encouraged-after staying on her red lips for a while, she finally slowly pushed open the closed gate and began to attack the city. A soft gasp reverberated in the room, and the person who was half leaning on the head of the bed was already completely flat. The curled eyelashes were covered with a layer of damp mist, with a shyness of refusing to welcome. The deep kiss swallowed all the low groans, only an eager atmosphere burned throughout the room. Having been around Chang Yu for a long time, Ji Yaoguang still didn't have any sleepiness. She lazily leaned on Chang Yu's shoulder, and reached out to fumble for the phone that she didn't know where she had slipped.

"It seems that this show has already started, right?"

"Yes." The voice baptized by **** desire was a little hoarse, and Chang Yu responded softly, lowering his eyelashes.

Ji Yaoguang doesn't really want to watch live shows. What she wants to know is the dynamics on the Internet and the group's evaluation of them. There are more and more comments under the old Weibo, most of which are related to the show. There are many people who praise her, but the Siren, who has been made into an emoticon, occupies most people's field of vision. Do you want to praise her Ji Yaoguang, or do you want to praise her cat? After flipping through her own Weibo, she went to the official Weibo of the program group and turned around and found that they were actually exposed to the camera the moment they joined the group, instead of starting after Zhao Beiting said the start. After recalling what she had done, Ji Yaoguang had no impression. Scrolling down the comments quickly, and finally inadvertently poked a link on a certain forum-the title clearly pointed to her Ji Yaoguang, but in the blink of an eye, the floor was covered by thousands.

"I thought Ji Yaoguang was just a vase in the entertainment industry. You must add something before her name. That is the wife of the goddess Chang Yu. When it was reported that the two of them had a divorce, I was on the side of the goddess. Because I searched for Ji Yaoguang’s comments on the Internet, it’s not that she’s poor acting skills, or that she has something to do with a certain artist. As for Goddess Chang and Zhao Qing’s green tea, I don’t believe they have anything to do with each other. But everything later developed. It’s all like a dream. Overnight, I changed from an entertainment industry vase with unknown life background to Ji’s eldest lady, and also a super university bully in the Chinese Department of Z University? After the release of "Nen Chen", I bought a ticket On the one hand, I wanted to see my goddess, and on the other hand, I wanted to scold Ji Yaoguang. The result was shocking. Is this Ji Yaoguang? I’m afraid it’s not possessed by ghosts and gods? How can I suddenly change so much? No one else can match He was born, an object that everyone can't ask for, an alma mater that makes most people stay away from-obviously you can be a salted fish! I won't say that I am envious and jealous!"

"Secondly, upstairs, after watching this episode, the melons are even more scared. Is Teacher Ji so cute? How much is more cute? I want to buy it too!"

"I don't plan anything, I just ask for a love poem written by Ji Yaoguang very, very purely."

"Upstairs, you can go to the song "Langtaosha" at the end of the cycle program. It was composed by Cheng Henian, and Ji Baobao can fill in the lyrics!"

...

"So I used to be so bad in their minds?" Ji Yao touched her chin, looked at the rows of black letters on the phone, and said thoughtfully.

"No, you are excellent." Chang Yu shook his head.

Ji Yaoguang snorted, she stared at Chang Yu's eyes and said: "You lied to me, you said that I was bad before, and disliked my bad manners and bad temper."

"..." Chang Yu pursed his lips without saying a word.

"Now give you a chance to praise me."

Chang Yu was kind enough, and smiled: "Yes, our teacher Ji is beautiful and talented, and the world can never find someone as cute as her. Is that enough?"

"You are obviously perfunctory to me." Ji Yaoguang protested, "I speak with my heart, but what about you? You start to spend a lot of money on your lips. Where did you learn badly!"

Chang Yu stretched out Ji Yaoguang's long hair and stared gently into her eyes: "While looking at you."

This sudden love word caused Ji Yaoguang's heart to miss a beat, and the blush spread from the roots of her ears. She tilted her head to avoid Chang Yu's sight. She muttered: "Okay, don't say it again!" buried her head in Chang Yu. In his arms, he wanted to hide his excitement, but the brilliant smile on the corner of his lips couldn't hide it.

The author has something to say: Of course he signed the word "Changyu"!

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