almost lost eggs

Feng Nan opened his eyes and woke up, a few beams of faint light were missed by the gray-blue checked curtains, and a treadmill lay quietly in the corner. --**

Yes, it was Assistant Luo who gave President Shan as a surprise to relieve his fatigue, but now he was brought back and disposed of in a corner.

This is not his guest room.

The memory of being carried upstairs last night fully validated this answer.

Feng Nan sat up, and the soft quilt fell off. Feng Nan's gradually clear eyes moved down and stopped on the pajamas on his body.

Well, I have to admit that even the job of changing pajamas was done by someone.

Feng Nan pinched the center of his brows, but he still hadn't regained his energy.

"Did you sleep comfortably?" Shan Jun was rarely seen leaning against the door frame in home clothes, holding a glass of milk in his hand.

It's only past eight o'clock now, and it's only five or six hours since two o'clock in the morning. People with good sleep quality may get enough sleep, but for some people, it's the same effect as not sleeping.

"I'm a bit of a bedfellow." Feng Nan said bluntly. He was about to lift the quilt and get off the ground. He grabbed the corner of the quilt and put it back again. My own Shan Jun said quietly for a while, "Why don't you change your pants when you change your pajamas."

Only then did Shan Jun come over and handed Feng Nan the milk, and Feng Nan could feel the warmth when he took it.

Shan Jun didn't know where the theory came from, and joked: "I thought you would mind, so I didn't put it on for you."

When he smiled, the corners of his eyes and brows became vivid, and his usual rigid image disappeared. --**

Feng Nan drank milk, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and Shan Jun's gaze involuntarily became deep.

"I've done everything, so I'm not ashamed to say that." Feng Nan finished his drink in one breath and said.

The breath in the morning is peaceful and gentle. It seems that no matter what you say in this space, you can appear pure and without a trace of lust. It's just that Feng Nan ignored it. His indifferent words and deeds became sparks in someone's eyes Burning small firewood.

Because of the milk, the edge of his mouth seemed to have been painted with a snow-white beard, and matched with that cold face—anyway, Shan Jun couldn't restrain the corners of his mouth that kept rising.

Shan Juan squatted down beside the bed, reaching out his hand affectionately to wipe off the little white moon on his mouth, but Feng Nan dodged subconsciously.

With his hands in mid-air, the desolate wind blew, and Shan Jun grinned, exposing the embarrassment, and took a small package of tissues from the bedside table instead.

Shan Jun: "That's fine, I'll put it on again when I have a chance."

Shan Juan's position was shorter than Feng Nan who was sitting on the bed. He looked up at him slightly, as if casually talking: "Your belly is much rounder."

Feng Nan knew Shan Jun's intentions, but the show had already been taken over, so he couldn't just release pigeons the next day after working for one day.

Feng Nan stroked the gradually cooling glass, feeling every drop in temperature, and felt more at ease.

"This time, the film cycle is short. I told the director to advance my scene and try to finish it before it is fully exposed."

Shan Juan looked very negotiable, but what he said could not be refuted, "If what happened last time happens again, don't blame me for imprisoning Dad at home."

Hearing this, Feng Nan frowned as expected, and Shan Jun was very satisfied.

He took the glass from Feng Nan's hand and walked out of the room, "Clean up, I've prepared something delicious for you."

Feng Nan lowered his eyes halfway, and when he was one step away from closing the bedroom door, he asked coldly, "Are you in love?"

like me?

a snake?

With his hand still on the doorknob, Shan Jun raised his head and raised his eyebrows with a smile, "You're right, I think I'm not wrong either."

Feng Nan watched him close it, but his brows became more serious.

***

Shan Jun seemed to be really free today. Not only did he not have a suit and leather shoes to go to work, but he also changed into a casual outfit and sent Feng Nan to Hengdian. Not only was he delivered to Hengdian, but he also stayed in Hengdian.

Many people at the venue knew him. He had just taken over as the new president of Xingyu Company, the largest local media company including several provinces, and had an affair with a young [-]th-line actor who was acting here.

Seeing him sending the little boy to Hengdian now, it seems to be a stone hammer.

Even though Shan Jun changed his clothes, he looked a lot more amiable, but he showed his majesty, and no one dared to talk to him when he was on the set.

During the interval, Feng Nan and Shan Juan passed by a place, and Cenier was coming out of it. They met each other, looked at each other speechlessly, and walked away.

Shan Jun: "Is it a pity?"

Feng Nan was silent for a moment and said, "...It's not a pity."

Feng Nan went to change into an ancient costume, and Shan Jun was waiting outside. The moment Feng Nan came out, Shan Jun's eyes suddenly lit up.

The ink-colored robe makes the person look white and handsome. The key is that in this set, the glamorous and youthful look is not to mention self-evident. After Shan Jun read the script, the character played by Feng Nan was born for Feng Nan.

Feng Nan was already on the thin side. Wearing ancient clothes, his slightly protruding stomach became an advantage. It was not too prominent, but also plump and three-dimensional. He really was a handsome young man.

Feng Nan was also stunned, why is this person still there?

Shan Jun read the meaning in his eyes, and said, "I have time all day today, and I will always be here."

Feng Nan nodded and went to the set, leaving him alone.

Feng Nan walked first, and when Shan Jun followed, he was gone.He stopped and walked and didn't know where he was, so he heard two people talking.

When Shan Juan first arrived, Feng Nan identified him as the director and assistant director of the play Feng Nan was acting in this time.

"Old Yu, just say that you are too impulsive, impulsiveness is the devil! We didn't have much money, and yesterday we got angry with the one who brought the money into the group, but now he has withdrawn the money! Just say, this movie can't be filmed yet." made a bid!?"

Old Yu who was shouted angrily: "Shoot! Anyone who doesn't want to take a photo is in a hurry! Isn't it just money! Even if you sell the house, you have to take a photo!"

"I said it was going to be sold last time, and my sister-in-law was in a hurry with you! Don't say stupid things, think of other ways."

Recalling the sadness of Qianlu's lack of skills last time, Lao Yu fell silent, "...If you can't make a film, you will withdraw! It's a pity that Miao Miao just came here, maybe I can train another actor!"

……

Shan Jun listened to most of what they said, and finally appeared when they were at a loss, and said, "I think we can discuss how to cooperate."

"The premise is to keep Feng Nan from knowing."