Sensual Novelist and President of Zhuiwen

The mobile phone hit the opposite wall and made a loud "bang", and Yu Wenke finally came back to his senses, his mobile phone!

When he crawled over to save the phone, he found that the screen was broken and the touch screen didn't work. What happened to him!

Yu Wenke scratched his hair irritably, mourned for the big face for a second, then got up and went out.

The president stayed in the room to watch the GV, he would definitely not go back, although it was very hot outside, but at least his personal safety was guaranteed.

Yu Wenke sat on the eaves of the first floor in a daze, drowsy.

Then a figure sat next to him, and Yu Wenke turned his head to see that it was Zhang Chengjun.

Zhang Chengjun also handed him a glass of watermelon juice.

"Thank you." Zhang Chengjun can be said to be very caring. Giving him watermelon juice when it is hot is like sending charcoal in the middle of the snow.

Yu Wenke took the watermelon juice and stuffed the straw into his mouth.

He took a satisfied breath before asking:

"Why did you come out? Don't you go back to the house to take a nap and turn on the air conditioner?"

"Because you're outside too." Zhang Chengjun winked mischievously at Yu Wenke.

Yu Wenke was so scared that he didn't even drink the watermelon juice.

He thought he was thinking too much, but Zhang Chengjun suddenly leaned towards him, staring at him with deer-like eyes, and said seriously:

"Lang Da, date me."

? ? ? ? ?

"My family is a demolition household."

"Puff, cough, cough, cough!" Yu Wenke really choked on the watermelon juice, coughing until he was out of breath.

Zhang Chengjun, who was so scared, got up and walked to him, and helped him beat his back, "Sorry, I was joking, are you okay? Are you in the way? Your face is blushing."

"Cough...no...it's okay." It scared him to death, it turned out to be a joke.

Not bad, he said.Zhang Chengjun is so sunny and handsome, it is impossible for him to like a man, even if he likes it, he cannot be his type, they have only known each other for a long time.

"It's good that you're fine. In order to compensate you, let me treat you to dinner. You haven't eaten yet, have you?"

"How do you know I didn't eat?" Yu Wenke didn't eat lunch, but why did Zhang Chengjun know?

Zhang Chengjun scratched his hair and said shyly:

"I guessed it. I saw that you didn't come out after entering the house. There is beggar's chicken in the restaurant in front. It's super fragrant. I'll take you there."

Now that Zhang Chengjun has sincerely invited him, it is hard for Yu Wenke to refuse.

The two went to the restaurant of the farmhouse and ordered beggar chicken, lotus leaf chicken, ground pot chicken...

Yu Wenke swears that he doesn't want to eat chicken anymore this month!

He slumped on the chair and didn't even want to move.

Zhang Chengjun also burped in satisfaction.

"By the way, I didn't even ask you, which role do you play?" The people who came with Bai Feiyu were all members of the crew, and Zhang Chengjun was so eye-catching, so he couldn't be a staff member, could it be the second male?

"Guess." Zhang Chengjun became mischievous again.

"The second male?"

"No." Zhang Chengjun shook his head.

"Then... is the male third?" The heroine's younger brother who was "picked up for nothing", the one who was soft and cute in the early stage, autistic in the middle stage, and blackened in the later stage?

This... is a bit of a challenge.

Zhang Chengjun nodded and asked Yu Wenke:

"Lang Da, do you think I can play that role well? Will you blame me if I can't play well?"

"No! You can definitely play it well." That character is not a character in his novel, it was just imposed by the screenwriter.

Yu Wenke has read the script, and Zhang Chengjun's heroine and her younger brother played a big role in the later stage. When the male second finally found out that the heroine didn't like him, he put his focus on the showbiz and continued to be his big star.

The heroine's younger brother, on the other hand, completely got into a fight with the hero, plotting a commercial conspiracy, and preparing to bring down the hero's company.

How did he turn into a workplace commercial film from his fine sand sculpture romance novel?

"Well, if you have time to go to the filming scene of the film crew, can you check your lines with me? My memory is not very good." Zhang Chengjun stared at Yu Wenke with his Bambi-like eyes, Yu Wenke felt embarrassed Yes, after all, eating people have a short mouth. He just ate so much chicken from Zhang Chengjun, so he must help.

And he is also very curious about how the filming was done by the crew. When the time comes to apply to the president, it should be possible to let him go, right?

After all, the director is still in charge over there.

So Yu Wenke agreed.

The two laughed and chatted about irrelevant things, and it was evening.

The CEO stayed silent all afternoon watching the GV that Bai Feiyu had shared with him on the net disk, such as Europe, America, Japan, Korea, rough men, soft and cute little shou, whites, yellows, blacks, anus in the front and sex in the back.After reading them all, at the same time, the soul has been thoroughly baptized and sublimated.

Immediately after that, I didn't bother with Liberal Arts for a day.

It happened to be raining on Sunday the next day, so I couldn't go out to play, so I could only eat melon seeds, play cards and watch TV in the hall on the first floor of the farm.

Yu Wenke, Lin Wan, and Zhang Chengjun fought the landlord together. At the end, Yu Wenke won a full 500 yuan from Zhang Chengjun. He was so excited that he didn't know how to show off.

Because he was embarrassed and wanted to return it to Zhang Chengjun, Zhang Chengjun said that he must be honest and could not.

Lin Wan who was watching from the side kicked Zhang Chengjun secretly and was almost discovered by Yu Wenke.

By the way, he also won Lin Wan's money, but not much, maybe more than ten yuan.

Those who should go to work on Monday should go to work, and those who should be filming should film.

So on Sunday afternoon, everyone packed up and left.

The director also let out a long sigh of relief, this boring trip to the farm really suffocated him to death.

Seeing that there were still people buying specialty grapes and raspberries, the director rolled his eyes.

If it wasn't forced by life, he wouldn't come to these poor places.

The president and Yu Wenke didn't know what they were talking about behind the scenes. Before going back, the director felt that he should perform well, so he offered him to drive.

It was still drizzling outside, the director held the car key in his hand, thought he was posing coolly and leaned against the president's car, and couldn't help but light a cigarette for himself.

When Lai Qing, whose legs are 1.8 meters long, passed by him, the director was almost choked to death by the smoke.

"Cough cough cough cough!"

The director's cough successfully attracted Lai Qing's attention. Lai Qing tilted his head to look at the director, with curved eyebrows, and gently reminded:

"Smoking less, otherwise the sperm survival rate will be very low."

"!!" Why did these words come out of Lai Qing's mouth?

The director was so shocked that the cigarette he had just taken two puffs in his hand fell to the ground.

In addition to the lingering smell of smoke, there was also a faint smell of perfume on the tip of the nose. The more the dog nose director smelled it, the more familiar it became, but in the end he didn't remember anything.

After sending the president and the sand sculpture Yu Wenke back, the director was about to take a taxi back to rest, but stopped the driver when he passed by the entrance of the cinema.

Because there was a poster pasted at the entrance of the cinema, it was Lai Qing's new movie - "Addiction".