We agreed to divorce at the expiration date, why do you regret it, Mr. Fu?

Wen Zhixia nodded and said, "I have no objection either. What do you think, Mr. Song?"

"Why are you so anxious?" Fu Ruoshi looked at her nonchalantly, "Unless, Miss Wendy wants to have a drink with me."

He was teased instead of trying to tease someone, and he was not convinced, so he wanted to trick Wen Zhixia into drinking the glass of wine back.

However, Zhang Jiawei thought that his ambiguous tone at this moment meant that this tall, rich and handsome man had taken a fancy to this young secretary.

It's normal, Zhang Jiawei looked at Wen Zhixia. Not to mention that he was tall, rich and handsome, his heart started beating non-stop the moment he saw this young secretary.

So he immediately stood up to make room for the boss, "Then you three can chat first, I'll go downstairs to entertain the other guests."

As soon as he left, the three of them stopped pretending.

"Brother, why are you here? Are you here to disrupt things?" Fu Yuehan was the first to complain. "Why didn't you tell us? I almost got caught just now."

"Do I need to report to you just because I want to play?" Fu Ruoshi said with a dark face, "Also, what's your attitude? How did you talk to me just now? Be careful of me if you are disrespectful..."

"Alright, alright," Wen Zhixia interrupted him, "What should we do next? Zhang Jiawei will be back soon, so don't make a fuss for now."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly felt a chill on the back of her head.

Fu Ruoshi's hand, which was on the back of the sofa, passed over Fu Yuehan and grabbed the back of her neck.

"I haven't settled the score with you yet," he said with a smile, "you should have a drink with me."

Wen Zhixia was being pulled by the back of her neck like a puppy. She felt cold and itchy. She hurriedly pretended to shout, "Oh, oh, Mr. Zhang is back!"

Taking advantage of Fu Ruoshi's carelessness, she escaped from the clutches of the devil.

"Let's get down to business first." She moved next to Fu Yuehan, "We'll talk about the rest later."

Fu Ruoshi failed to succeed and was unable to take advantage of her, so he was very anxious.

The three of them looked downstairs.

At this time, Zhang Jiawei was chatting with a female internet celebrity who looked no more than 20 years old. She kept calling him "Mr. Zhang" and her eyes were full of sincere admiration.

"Oh no, she's about to take the bait," Fu Yuehan exclaimed, "Let's expose him now! I can't wait!"

"Wait a minute," Fu Ruoshi drank his wine nonchalantly, "The security guards at the door are all my people. He can't run away. Don't think I'm too heavy-handed when I close the door and beat the dog."

Wen Zhixia looked at the two of them and said, "How about we stop arguing and combine our plans."

"That's fine," Fu Yuehan nodded. "I'll create a three-person group. I'll go down and check it out, and we can contact each other in the three groups."

the other side.

Zhang Jiawei downstairs was bragging to the handsome guys and beautiful girls with a beaming face.

"Mr. Zhang, when will you take us to your house?" a beautiful internet celebrity asked. "I heard that all the big stars and directors live in Kensington Mansion. Can you introduce them to us?"

When they heard about the big star and director, the young actors around them couldn't sit still anymore.

"Yes, Mr. Zhang, I haven't received any acting jobs in several months."

"Mr. Zhang, please take me with you. I haven't had any income for four months, and all the tissues at home have been replaced with toilet paper."

"Don't worry," Zhang Jiawei agreed readily. "It's fate that brought me here. Director Chen Yixin, who directed that popular costume drama recently, is my neighbor. He even said hello to me while I was watering the flowers this morning and asked me when filming for my movie in Thailand would start. As long as you work hard, you will have your chance."

"Director Chen? His movies were invested by my dad!" A female voice came through the crowd.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Fu Yuehan walking over, shaking the red wine glass in his hand.

"Mr. Zhang, how is Director Chen's dog Harry doing recently? I miss him so much." She hooked her arm around Zhang Jiawei's shoulder and asked.

Zhang Jiawei remained calm, "Good, very good, I've even gained some weight."

Fu Yuehan smiled but said nothing.

Director Chen doesn’t have a dog at home, he is allergic to dog hair.

But she didn't expose him and just watched him perform quietly.

The three of them agreed in the group that they would expose Zhang Jiawei after everyone was present.

He was a man who was used to scamming people. His bet was that no one here lived in Kensington, and no one knew Director Chen. If his bet was right, he'd be successful. If not, he could just change his name and move to another place and start over.

It's just that he is lucky and has not been cheated until now.

"Mr. Zhang, when will filming for your movie in Thailand start?" a sweet girl asked. "Can you give me a supporting role?"

Zhang Jiawei looked at her and said, "Send your resume to my assistant. I'll review it after I'm done."

"Can I send it to you directly now?"

"No, we're a legitimate film and television company with rules and regulations," Zhang Jiawei said confidently. "It's my principle not to have private contact with actors. Otherwise, wouldn't I be one of those greasy directors who follow unspoken rules?"

"Wow! Mr. Zhang is so professional."

"Mr. Zhang, I also have a resume to submit."

"Mr. Zhang, do you still need a makeup artist?"

......

upstairs.

Wen Zhixia and Fu Ruoshi were standing quietly by the railing, watching Zhang Jiawei act cool.

At this time, the remote control of the large-screen slide show was in Fu Ruoshi's hand, while Zhang Jiawei's rental of a Maybach, hotel stay, and the recording of the call with Kensington Properties were in Wen Zhixia's hand.

If either of them raised a finger, Zhang Jiawei would be ruined.

"Don't press it yet," Wen Zhixia grabbed Fu Ruoshi's right hand, "We agreed to wait five more minutes, don't change your mind at the last minute, show some team spirit."

Fu Ruoshi actually didn't want to change his mind, he just wanted to tease her.

At this moment, he saw that the tip of Wen Zhixia's nose was red from the sea breeze. Her right hand was resting on the railing without moving, and her left hand reached over her body, pressed on the railing on her left, and used her back to block the sea breeze for her.

"Okay." He lowered his head and whispered in Wen Zhixia's ear, "As long as you provide good service, I will agree to any conditions you ask."

His breath made Wen Zhixia feel numb all over. She wanted to escape, but found herself trapped in front of the railing.

"There's no one here, stop acting." She turned around and pushed his chest, "Get out of the show."

Fu Ruoshi didn't move at all, just looked at her with his eyes lowered.

Wen Zhixia's transparent lip makeup suits her very well, making her already pink and plump lips look even more lustrous and juicy.

Fu Ruoshi's throat felt itchy as he was leaning over to kiss her when he suddenly felt a pain in his waist.

Wen Zhixia pinched the most sensitive part of his waist hard.

"!!!" Fu Ruoshi's face turned pale, "It hurts!"

Wen Zhixia looked at him gritting his teeth and laughed out loud, "You know it hurts, but you still won't let me go? Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."

However, when looking at this scene from downstairs, it looked like he was holding Wen Zhixia in front of him and teasing her, while Wen Zhixia was hugging his waist and looking at him.

"Wow! Look, that tall, rich and handsome guy is kissing that girl!"

Following this exclamation, everyone looked up.

On the second-floor observation deck, a noble and casual man was leaning on the railing with both hands, a smile in the corner of his eyes, looking at the woman who was locked in front of him with his arms.

As if noticing the gazes of the people downstairs, Fu Ruoshi whispered in Wen Zhixia's ear, "Don't look back, the people downstairs are looking at you."

Wen Zhixia's face froze.

My cheeks felt a little hot instantly.

However, even though her cheeks were burning, her hands were even stronger, and she still pinched Fu Ruoshi's waist tightly, "So what? Just let me go first."

Fu Ruoshi was pinched by her and was gasping for breath, with veins popping out on his arms that were holding the railing.

However, he was facing the downstairs, and everyone was admiring this beautiful scene. Even if he was in pain, he had to remain calm.

"Wen Zhixia, if you don't let go, you will regret it." He looked at her with gritted teeth.

Wen Zhixia had her back to the downstairs and could only see Fu Ruoshi’s handsome face, which had turned pale with pain.

"You're so damned proud that you're living in misery," she said fearlessly, teasing him, "Your expression management skills are pretty good! You didn't even break your face when it hurt. That's amazing. You should be an actor~"

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a sudden pain in her lips.

Got bitten.

"Wooooooooo!"

There was another exclamation from downstairs.

Someone has already taken out their phone to take pictures.

Fu Ruoshi bit Wen Zhixia's lower lip, and the arm that was supporting her side had moved to her waist.

Wisps of hot air lingered between their lips as he spoke:

"Wen Zhixia, if you provoke me again... I can't guarantee that I can control myself."