Chapter 6:

The light at the entrance of the stairs shook with the light and shadow, blinked to Yueming, looked at the cold and faintly eager man in front of him, and pulled the corners of his lips upwards.
She raised her hand, took the initiative to hook his neck, and lied without changing her face: "Of course it's my brother's arms."
Cheng Zhan: "..."
There was no surging emotion in her eyes, she didn't even show joy, and her tone was even more emotionless.
He listened, a little bit trying to expose her, but he also wanted to perform with her.
Cheng Zhan lowered his eyes and looked at the woman in his arms, his eyes moved slightly.
Xiang Yueming had just taken a bath, and she still had a fresh and elegant smell on her body, like the smell of shower gel, and like the smell of lychee rose perfume on her pajamas.
It doesn't make people feel sweet and greasy, but there is a kind of unspeakable gentleness.
She liked this perfume very much, and even Cheng Zhan, who could not smell the scent of roses, gradually accepted it and even became infatuated.
He looked at her bare skin, white as snow, delicate and tender, and after a little touch, there were traces.
"Cheng Zhan?" Xiang Yueming raised his eyes and slammed into his dark and bright eyes.
She looked at him, her pupils were shining, her peachy eyes were narrow, and she asked pretentiously: "Cheng, what are you looking at? It's 10,000 yuan per minute."
Cheng Zhan dragged her to hang on himself, and asked in a calm tone: "Then sleep for one night."
"..." Xiang Yueming was speechless, raised his hand and thumped his shoulder: "I won't sleep tonight."
She buried her head on his neck, smelled the calming smell of him, and muttered: "You came back just to sleep with me?"
Cheng Zhan was speechless and did not speak.
Xiang Yueming snorted softly: "Do I have the only advantage of being able to sleep."
Cheng Zhan paused and glanced at her: "Pros?"
"What?" Xiang Yueming stared at him, "Isn't this an advantage?"
"..."
Cheng Zhan doesn't quite understand women's minds, so why "being able to sleep" is also classified as lacking merit.
He was thinking how to answer, and Xiang Yueming tightened his collar: "Cheng Zhan, you have to tell me one, two, three, four, five, six to come out today! Is my figure not good?"
Cheng Zhan: "..."
He glanced at the bust line of her suspender nightdress, and said lightly: "It's good."
"You are reluctant to say that."
Cheng Zhan looked at her eyes: "This question is very important?"
Xiang Yueming nodded without thinking.
Suddenly, Cheng Zhan took her hand down.
A few seconds later, he looked at her blushing cheeks scorchingly, and asked in a low voice, "Do you still think my answer is reluctant?"
Xiang Yueming glared at him fiercely and withdrew his hand blushingly: "Rogue."
After scolding, she felt that it was not enough, and added: "Old hooligan."
"..."
Seeing Cheng Zhan's calm look, Xiang Yueming asked curiously: "Does your friend know that your old cow eats tender grass?"
Cheng Zhan looked at her, hugged her and walked to the kitchen: "Are you going to ask?"
Xiang Yueming choked, but didn't want to refuse: "No."
She kept her eyes closed and whispered: "I have no identity to ask."
"Ok?"
Cheng Zhan put her down and turned to catch the water: "What did you just say?"
"It's nothing."
Xiang Yueming looked at his drinking posture. He held a transparent water cup with clearly articulated fingers. The sleeves were folded up. The muscles of the forearms exposed were obvious and smooth. When he raised his head to drink water, his Adam's apple rolled and rolled, making him extra sexy.
Xiang Yueming stared at his rolling apple knot for a while, before he could look away, he was caught by Cheng Zhan.
"Do you want."
Xiang Yueming licked her lower lip, "Yes."
Taking the water glass from Cheng Zhan's hand, he took a few sips to Yueming.
"Has Jiangcheng's affairs been handled?"
"Come down for a drink?"
The two spoke at the same time.
Xiang Yueming was startled and raised his eyes to look at him.
Cheng Zhan looked at her and explained: "Almost."
Xiang Yueming nodded: "I'm hungry. I came down to find something to eat."
Cheng Zhan raised an eyebrow and looked at her eyes: "This point?"
If he remembered correctly, Xiang Yueming basically stopped eating after six o'clock in the evening. Her professional habit is terrible.
Unless it is a long holiday, I will be a little bit presumptuous.
Xiang Yueming nodded: "Well, I don't need to be filming recently, I can eat something."
Cheng Zhan didn't say anything, and lifted his hand to open the refrigerator.
He looked around, and there were only dumplings and wontons made by Aunt Xu in the refrigerator.
"Do you want to eat dumplings and wontons?"
Xiang Yueming shook her head: "Carbon water is too high." She glanced in and sighed, "Forget it, stop eating."
Cheng Zhan ignored her and cooked wontons over the fire.
"Then watch me eat."
Xiang Yueming: "..."
Is this still a person! ! !
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After a while, Cheng Zhan's wontons were cooked, and they really served a bowl.
Xiang Yueming stared at it, and wanted to go upstairs.
Just turning around, she was caught by her wrist.
"Help me get the wontons out."
"...Don't you have any hands?"
Cheng Zhan raised his eyebrows: "Okay, I will do it myself."
Xiang Yueming choked, pretending to be annoyed and stomped his feet: "Forget it, let's see if you are handsome and give it to you."
The small wontons made by Aunt Xu are especially delicious.
Xiang Yueming usually only dared to eat in the morning and noon, not at night, let alone it will be midnight.
She glanced at the big bowl of wontons, smelled the scent drifting over, her belly was singing against her.
As soon as he put it down, Cheng Zhan raised his hand to unbuckle two buttons and sat over.
Xiang Yueming rolled his eyes secretly and muttered: "Sorry."
Cheng Zhan sat down and turned his head to look at her: "Really not?"
"Yeah." Xiang Yueming couldn't slap herself in the face, forcibly suppressing hunger, and said blankly: "I'll be full just watching you eat."
"..."
Listening to this, it feels bad.
Cheng Zhan didn't care about her either, took a spoon on one side, scooped up a wonton, and blew it.
Under the dim light, the small wontons are filled with thin skin, which makes people salivate.
Xiang Yueming looked straight ahead, a little wronged.
She was walking around, and a familiar male voice came in her ear: "Open your mouth."
Xiang Yueming was taken aback, looking at the wonton that was brought to his mouth.
Cheng Zhan raised his hand and stuffed the wonton into her mouth.
"Is it hot?"
Xiang Yueming took a bite and shook his head: "It's not hot."
Cheng Zhan said "um" and continued to blow the next one.
After repeating several times, Xiang Yueming was satisfied: "You can eat by yourself, I will not eat anymore."
"Sure?" Cheng Zhan looked at her: "I just ate a few."
Xiang Yueming was taken aback, and recalled: "Six."
Cheng Zhan nodded: "Okay, get up for a run tomorrow morning."
He looked at her and said ruthlessly: "Six kilometers."
"..."
The six-kilometer battle was that when Cheng Zhan had finished eating and packed up and returned to the room, the door was locked.
Cheng Zhan raised his hand and knocked, and chuckled, "Open the door."
"Asleep, don't open."
Cheng Zhan raised his eyebrows, but was not angry: "Then you should rest early."
"?"
Xiang Yueming was stunned for a moment, and when he got up to the door and opened the door, the corridor was empty, only the voice-activated light was on.
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Early the next morning, Xiang Yueming sat at the dining table with a look of fatigue.
She had a dream of running all night, and her pain was extremely painful.
Aunt Xu looked at her like this, and said, "Isn't it awake?"
Xiang Yueming nodded, "Aunt Xu, what do you eat this morning."
Aunt Xu rubbed her head amusedly: "I made millet porridge for you."
Xiang Yueming responded: "Okay."
She looked around, and before asking, Aunt Xu said, "Master is out."
Xiang Yueming said "Oh" and whispered, "I didn't ask him."
Aunt Xu smiled: "It seems that I didn't sleep all night. I came out of the study with a coffee cup in the morning."
Xiang Yueming was startled, "Really."
"Yeah." Aunt Xu patted her head: "Aunt Xu will make you breakfast."
"Thank you Aunt Xu."
At breakfast, Xiang Yueming thought for a while and sent a message to Cheng Zhan.
After the message was sent, no one answered, and she was not in a hurry, basically getting used to his attitude this time.
After eating, Xiang Yueming went to the dance room.
She likes Mingyuan here, and another very important reason is that there is a big dance room here.
Fully transparent glass, there is also a piano in the corner of the dance room.
When Xiang Yueming has nothing to do, he usually spends time here.
She changed her clothes and Lajin planned to practice dance.
Her leg has been injured and is no longer suitable for difficult stages. But Xiang Yueming still dances once a week. For no other reason, she just likes to dance.
Just after jumping for a while, the phone rang.
Xiang Yueming looked at herself in her glasses, tucked away her hair, moved to one side and picked up the phone.
"Hey."
Sister Xia’s voice came over there: "What are you doing?"
"do excercise."
Sister Xia: "Yes, you can't slack off if you rest."
Xiang Yueming smiled, turned his head to look at the sunlight outside the window, half-squinted to enjoy: "I know."
Sister Xia went straight to the subject: "I have found the acting teacher for your class. Class will start tomorrow."
"Row."
"Also, I contacted Xinchun. I really want to find you as a spokesperson, but they have a condition."
Xiang Yueming raised an eyebrow: "What is it?"
Sister Xia was silent for a few seconds, and said vaguely: "The Orange Channel is currently preparing a variety show, and Xinchun Club is the biggest sponsor."
Xiang Yueming: "...and then?"
"They hope that the spokesperson can participate in this variety show and give Xinchun a better publicity."
Xiang Yueming had a vague premonition, her eyelids twitched, and she asked in a low voice, "What variety show is this?"
"Dance...competitive."
"..."
Afraid of Xiang Yueming's rejection, Sister Xia quickly said, "Don't be anxious to refuse. I know you haven't been on stage for many years, but you like dancing as always, so you don't want to try again?"
Xiang Yueming was silent for a moment, pursing her lower lip, her tone indifferent: "I didn't really miss it."
Sister Xia helplessly: "I don't force you, but you can think about it. I have seen you dance, and the light in your eyes is a bunch of dances."
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Hung up the phone, Xiang Yueming stood in front of the French window for a long time.
She looked at the floating blue sky and white clouds, her thoughts flying.
The clouds are floating, turning from time to time.
The blue sky has always been hanging in the same position, no matter how the white clouds float and move, they are all in place.
Xiang Yueming observed for a long time, and when his eyes became sore, he raised his hand and rubbed it and lay down.
She picked up the phone on one side and glanced at WeChat. Cheng Zhan hadn't returned a message to her yet.
Xiang Yueming curled his lips, just about to let go, Xiaoxi's message came.
Xiaoxi: [Sister! ! ! Song Fei sent the draft over there! Say you grab her resources. 】
Xiang Yueming: [? 】
Xiaoxi: [The marketing account is saying that we went to meet for dinner last night! It is said that Song Fei has signed the contract, and you have to intervene and so on. Anyway, it means that you are robbing her of resources and you are not kind! 】
The link she sent from Xiang Yueming was clicked, and it was a marketing account leading.
She glanced at it. There were photos of her and Song Fei on it, and the text was also very connotative.
Probably alluding to the fact that a certain Qing Leng Xiaohua did not hesitate to throw away personal settings for resources and join the fight for grabs. Even analyzed how good the resource is.
Xiang Yueming rolled his eyes.
Open a comment at one point, and basically say that she is not kind and so on.
【? ? ? Is the competition between these two unknown female artists so fierce? 】
[I have internal information here, saying that Song Fei has signed a contract, but in the end I have to force Yueming. 】
[Fuck! If this is the case, then Xiang Yueming would be too shameless. 】
[The media always praised her as a mortal fairy, cold and beautiful. I didn't expect it to be so cruel! 】
[This endorsement is so good? 】
...
Xiang Yueming glanced a few times and quit Weibo.
Xiaoxi: [Sister, did you see it! What should I do? 】
Xiang Yueming: [What did Sister Xia say? 】
Xiaoxi: [Sister Xia said she didn't care about this group of people. 】
Xiang Yueming: [Okay, I see. Forget it, it's just a marketing account guide. 】
Xiaoxi: [But many people scold you under your Weibo...Fans of Song Fei. 】
Xiang Yueming: [I will post a Weibo, Sister Xia will be angry. 】
Xiaoxi: [High probability. 】
Xiang Yueming: [Then I will send it. 】
Xiaoxi: [...]
Before sending it to Yueming's Weibo, Song Fei first posted a suggestive content.
@宋霏V: Do you think that the food in other people's hands is always particularly fragrant? So hungry, what are you going to eat today?
Xiang Yueming:?