Wei Qing was obediently nestled in his warm and broad arms, wrapping his arms around his neck, and burying his head in the socket of his neck.

Put Wei Qing in the co-pilot, Zhou Yanchen took the bag handed over by the bartender, "Thank you."

The bartender blushed and scratched the back of his head, "Ah, you're welcome, Mr. Zhou, please walk slowly."

He drove Wei Qing to the nearest hotel, and Zhou Yanchen drove a room and checked in with Wei Qing in.

The girl on the bed curled up like a helpless little beast.

Zhou Yanchen took off his suit jacket, stood by the bed and looked at her for a while, got up and walked to the outside room, and called Wei Qing's agent.

Wei Qing's agent saw that it was Zhou Yanchen called, so shocked that he almost threw out the phone in his hand. He quickly picked it up. He said respectfully: "Hello, Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Yanchen didn't talk nonsense and asked Wei Qing if something happened recently.

The agent sighed and said, "It's just a character in a movie. Wei Qing was originally decided, but yesterday I suddenly called and said I had changed to another first-line actress. It was nothing in the circle, but Wei Qing had prepared for this role for almost half a year, and she couldn't accept it for the moment."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Yanchen's phoenix eyes flashed with coldness.

Turning back, he returned to the room and saw Wei Qing sitting on the bed.

"Wei Qing." He shouted softly.

Wei Qing looked up and shivered for a moment. After a long time, she smiled: "Yan Chen? It's really you? I thought it was a dream?"

Her smile inevitably had a bit of bitterness inside.

Zhou Yanchen walked over and sat by the bed, "I just went on the phone with your agent."

As soon as he said that, she understood.

With a self-deprecating smile, Wei Qing lowered her head, "After all, I'm useless."

Zhou Yanchen narrowed her and said indifferently: "Why didn't you tell me?"

Wei Qing pinched her fingers, "I don't want to always cause trouble for you." As she said that, she looked up at Zhou Yanchen, "I don't want you to think I'm useless."

Zhou Yanchen softened his expression and reached out to rub her hair, "Silly Wei Qing, tell me, what do you want?"

He said, tell me, what you want.

His expression was light and there was no ups and downs, as if it was a casual word.

But Wei Qing knew what Zhou Yanchen's words meant in Ancheng.

She also had no doubt that he could give her anything she wanted.

only……

Will he really give what she wants?

"I want..."

you.

After pausing, Wei Qing narrowed her eyes, "Yanchen, I don't want anything."

After she finished speaking, Zhou Yanchen was slightly shocked.

"Don't you want that movie character?"

Wei Qing smiled bitterly, "It's not mine anymore, and it's boring to ask for it. Next time, there will be a chance next time."

"Well, it's best if you can think like this." Zhou Yanchen nodded and helped her lie down, "After a sleep, everything will be fine."

He rarely said these warm words, and these warm words made Wei Qing fall deeper and deeper and unable to extricate himself.

Close your eyes obediently, and drunkenness and sleepiness attack at the same time.

After she breathed lightly and fell asleep, Zhou Yanchen got up and left with her suit jacket.

...

Zhou Family.

"Why are you back alone?" Old Mrs. Zhou looked behind Mo Xiran, but didn't see Zhou Yanchen, and asked in confusion.

Mo Xiran smiled awkwardly and said, "That, Achen, he has something to do."

A text message asked her to go home early, but he disappeared.

Old Mrs. Zhou nodded and took Mo Xiran's hand to the sofa, "Then don't care about him. Come and see if there is any place you like."

A local graphic album was handed over, and Zhou Yanxi said with a smile: "Mom wants to arrange for you and Achen to go on a honeymoon. You can choose a place you like."

"Honeymoon?" Mo Xiran was surprised.

Old Mrs. Zhou touched Mo Xiran's face lovingly, "The wedding is gone, how can I not go on my honeymoon? Don't worry, take it back and watch it slowly, and tell me where I want to go in two days."

After dinner, Mo Xiran returned to the room.

Holding the geographic album, she habitually walked towards the big bed. As soon as she sat down, she jumped up like a needle.

I almost forgot that I was not allowed to sit on his bed without his permission.

Mo Xiran breathed a sigh of relief by quickly flattening the wrinkles on the bed.

I looked at the soft and comfortable big bed sadly and walked towards the tatami beside the floor-to-ceiling window with my fate.

This is her bed, she wants to cry.

Lying up, she opened the geographic album and was soon attracted by the scenery above.

In the past, she had never been to the cities around Ancheng, let alone traveling.

If, she said, if, it would be so beautiful if she could take advantage of this honeymoon!

Thinking of it, I couldn't help but curl the corners of my mouth.

"What are you laughing at, so slutty!"

A sneering male voice suddenly came.

Mo Xiran was shocked and saw Zhou Yanchen leaning on the door frame and looking at him mockingly.

He was holding a suit jacket in his hand and looked casual and chic.

Sitting up, Mo Xiran shook his head, "I didn't laugh at anything, President, you are back."

Zhou Yanchen snorted coldly and walked in.

Mo Xiran bit his lip and said, "Old Mrs. Zhou gave me a local graphic album and said, "I asked me to choose a honeymoon location."

"Honeymoon?" Zhou Yanchen raised his eyebrows and glanced at her: "Who said he was going to have a honeymoon?"

A flash of loss in my heart.

It’s not because of anything else that the opportunity for public travel was finally gone by Zhou Yanchen.

Mo Xiran put the picture album aside and smiled flatteringly: "Haha, I don't think it's necessary, why are you having a honeymoon?"

Zhou Yanchen narrowed his phoenix eyes and curled his thin lips slightly, "Then why do I feel that you are very disappointed?"

Mo Xiran widened her eyes and shook her head hard, "No! There is absolutely no disappointment!"

Zhou Yanchen looked at her for a while, sneered coldly, and walked towards the bathroom.

...

President's Office.

Cheng Lin put the documents on the table, "President, these require you to sign them through the exam."

Zhou Yanchen nodded and started to look through the top file.

When the man lowered his eyes, his short and thin hair tilted slightly, and the curve of his eyes drooped just right.

The exquisite and beautiful outline is almost perfect, and the slender and distinctive fingers are pinching the pen, which makes it look breathless.

Cheng Lin was stunned, her uncontrollable vision.

Seeing something, Zhou Yanchen raised his eyes and looked puzzled, "Cheng Lin, what's wrong with you?"

"Ah?" Cheng Lin suddenly came back to her senses, embarrassed by her loss of composure just now, "Sorry, I'm not in good spirits."

"Too tiring to work?" Zhou Yanchen signed the document, "Please pay more attention to rest."

"Yes. Sorry, the president. Thank you, the president."

At this moment, the president's office door rang.

"Come in."

When the visitor saw Cheng Lin, he raised his lips and said hello: "Secretary Cheng is here too."

"Manager Bai." Cheng Lin nodded and said respectfully: "President, I'll go out first."

"Um."

Cheng Lin closed the door and left. Bai Jingcheng walked leisurely to the sofa beside his desk, "Tonight, Shengxingwen and Shan Yan made an appointment to go to Xunmei. Are you going?"

Zhou Yanchen said carelessly: "If you don't go, you will go home early tonight."

Shirai Castle sneered, lifted his leg up and put it on his other leg, "When have you been so home-loving?"
To be continued...