So that night, Jiang Yuhe was sent to sleep in the study.
Although he answered Wen Yu's question frankly, this confession made Wen Yu even more frightened.
You don’t need to lie on the bed to have it. Wouldn’t it be more exaggerated to lie on the bed
Wen Yu is not ready to follow him to the last step. Although she likes him, some things still need a time transition.
Jiang Yuhe did not force Wen Yu, but gave her full respect.
So on the first night of cohabitation, the two of them spent harmoniously in the past way of getting along.
Wen Yu slept in the big bedroom, and Jiang Yuhe went to his study.
When going to bed at night, Wen Yu didn't know if she was a stranger, but Wen Yu didn't fall asleep for a long time.
She tossed and turned, and finally stared at the ceiling above the bed in a daze.
The design of this ceiling is very special. There is a ring of suspended ceilings around it, and in the middle are grey-black grids that look like mirrors. When people lie on the bed, they can vaguely see their own reflection.
Wen Yu studied it for a long time but couldn't see what it was, and in the end she simply didn't think about it, closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep.
When I woke up the next morning, two Filipino maids came to the living room at some point and had already prepared breakfast.
The Filipino maid said to Wen Yu in unfluent Mandarin: "Miss, this is what Mr. asked us to cook for you."
The fresh aroma has already wafted into the nose, it is Wen Yu's favorite shrimp and polenta.
She had to marvel at Jiang Yuhe's execution ability again. Overnight, in this new home, Wen Yu didn't feel any strangeness or panic.
Everything was arranged in an orderly manner by him.
Wen Yu felt the kind of being loved, cared for, and blatantly pampered.
Jiang Yuhe also sat across the dining table at this time, and Wen Yu, who was benefited, immediately scooped a shrimp from the bowl to him: "Thank you brother."
Jiang Yuhe glanced at her: "Thank you for what?"
Wen Yu didn't know what to say.
In short, compared with Wen Qingyou, the feeling of living with Jiang Yuhe is completely different.
You can see him when you open your eyes, and when you sit and have breakfast with him, your heart will always be filled with sweetness and satisfaction.
"Thank you anyway." Wen Yu smiled softly, and asked a lot, "Did you sleep well last night?"
Jiang Yuhe was drinking his coffee, and when he moved the cup from his mouth, he glanced at her, his eyes seemed to say - what do you think
Wen Yu also realized that her question seemed to be too much for Versailles. After all, she has monopolized the nearly three-meter-wide bed by herself, the kind that she can roll over several times without fear of falling off.
She smiled sheepishly, and quickly changed the subject: "By the way, what is on the ceiling above your bed? It feels weird to be able to see yourself vaguely in bed."
Jiang Yuhe said lightly: "Every household has it. I'm not interested in the optical fiber starry ceiling designed by the designer. I haven't opened it before."
Wen Yu snorted, thinking that this is the case, this designer is rather romantic.
At this moment, Jiang Yuhe's cell phone rang, and he picked it up calmly, without making a sound, only listening to the person over there say—
"Mr. Jiang, after checking, it should be an accident, not a deliberate arrangement."
After hearing this, Jiang Yuhe hummed and hung up the phone.
Wen Yu was almost hit by an iron gate on the set, and then a popular trafficker appeared to help her.
Although everything seemed normal, for Jiang Yuhe, who was used to countless routines in the entertainment industry, he was used to being cautious.
This matter will be temporarily ignored.
While the two were having breakfast, Jiang Yuhe casually asked Wen Yu, "How far has the project progressed?"
Wen Yu replied while eating: "The script has been adapted almost. Director Chen and I are currently casting actors, and we have to read dozens of actors' profiles every day."
"Is there a suitable candidate?"
"It hasn't been decided yet, but there are a few that are being prepared. Director Chen and I will meet in the next few days to discuss it. In addition—" Wen Yu swallowed a mouthful of porridge, wiped her mouth, put down her chopsticks and said seriously to Jiang Yuhe : "When the school season starts in September, I want to do an offline live experience. The story of the hero and heroine in the play takes place on campus. I want to restore the real class scene according to the plot, and cooperate with shopping malls in first-tier cities to do IP binding offline. Flash mob, and at the same time, we can also get a share of the overall revenue of the mall.”
This is an early interactive publicity idea for IP proposed by Wen Yu herself, but I just don't know if it will work.
After speaking, she asked Jiang Yuhe expectantly, "What do you think?"
After a while, the man raised his head and gave affirmation: "Not bad."
Wen Yu then became more confident, and clattered about a bunch of her plans, such as exhibitions, drainage, derivative products, etc. Jiang Yuhe's mouth would twitch slightly from time to time.
Sure enough, as others said, Wen Yu is not some kind of rich lady who only knows how to buy things.
His girlfriend, not only quickly integrated into the rules of the entertainment industry, even before the development of the IP, she already had a set of plans to make money from it.
At first, Jiang Yuhe was worried that a young lady would be at a loss if she suddenly had a project close to hundreds of millions. Even if she was given a mature team, she might not be able to command effectively.
Unexpectedly, now it seems that he is worrying too much.
Jiang Yuhe chuckled softly in his heart, and asked, "Do you want to come out to play in two days?"
Wen Yu was stunned for a moment, "Where are you going to play?"
"The reception of Yasheng Films." Jiang Yuhe said, "I watched it yesterday, and you were not on the invitation list."
Wen Yu lowered her head, poking the porridge in the bowl with a spoon: "How could such a big company like yours invite an unknown newcomer like me to a reception?"
Wen Yu's words are correct, after all, the guests invited to the movie tour reception each year are all those who have cooperated with and invested in Yasheng in the past. In addition, there are some TV stations, advertisers and other figures. It can be said that almost all the top resource representatives in the circle can come.
A newcomer like Wen Yu, who has just made his debut and doesn't even have a masterpiece, doesn't even have the threshold to enter this reception.
So it's normal that the company didn't send her an invitation letter.
"Don't poke, the bottom of the bowl will be punctured for you." Jiang Yuhe put down the bowl and chopsticks, and was about to change clothes. When he turned around, he said, "I personally invite you to come and participate."
After a few seconds of reaction, Wen Yu understood.
Her lips curved unconsciously, but she was greedy and wanted to hear something more direct and sweeter, so she pretended to be stupid and said, "What do you mean? I don't understand."
However, Jiang Yuhe didn't look back - "It's fine if you don't understand."
"..."
How could there be such an incomprehensible man
Is it hard for you to say a few nice words
too! none! interest! up!
Wen Yu slandered a few words to herself, then continued poking the bowl sullenly.
The two finished breakfast and were ready to go to work together.
Jiang Yuhe walked in front, turned around and stretched out his hand to Wen Yu after going out.
The meaning is obvious, to hold her.
Wen Yu saw it, but raised her chin without responding.
Jiang Yuhe knew that she was having a little temper because he didn't cooperate with her just now, so he immediately dragged him back—
Okay, a good day starts with coaxing your girlfriend.
He tugged on Wen Yu's wrist, quickly grasped the whole hand, joined his fingers together, and said:
"How can the proprietress not go to the Asian opening reception?"
After holding back for a few seconds, Wen Yu still didn't hold back, her lips raised unconsciously, but she still pretended to be calm: "Oh, who is the lady boss? Where is the lady boss?"
While talking, he made a look around.
Jiang Yuhe looked at her for a few seconds: "The show is over."
"..."
Wen Yu couldn't help laughing, and said coquettishly, "Do you have to make me do it twice every time before you want to talk to me?"
"Yeah." Jiang Yuhe didn't change his face.
"..."
"I just like watching you do it."
"..."
"I'm uncomfortable if you don't do it."
"..."
"Are you satisfied?"
"..."
Wen Yu took Jiang Yuhe's hand, thinking that since you want to say this—
She stopped at the elevator door and opened her hands: "My leg hurts, I want to hug."
…
Jiang Yuhe hugged her helplessly: "What tricks are there, you can finish it all at once."
Wen Yu hugged his neck with a weak face, and leaned on his chest, "The doctor said that I will rest for a month, so you have to hug me for this month."
Jiang Yuhe frowned, "When did the doctor say that?"
Wen Yu blinked, raised her head, and kissed his ear, "Dr. Jiang, you said so."
"..."
Jiang Yuhe was caught off guard by Wen Yu's teasing, his back tightened, and his eyes darkened on the spot:
"Don't you want to go to work?"
Wen Yu was very innocent, "I don't want to go to work anymore, I have a lot of things to do today, okay?"
"Then just be honest and don't move around."
Wen Yu immediately muttered, "Aren't boyfriends and girlfriends all about kissing and hugging when they're in love? Why don't you let the flowers of Gaoling refuse to kiss you?"
Jiang Yuhe seemed to want to say something at first, but he forced it back when the words came to his lips.
The elevator door opened, and he walked in with Wen Yu in his arms with a calm expression on his face. When the door closed, he suddenly let Wen Yu down.
"...?"
Before Wen Yu could stand still, Jiang Yuhe's kiss came over forcefully.
Wen Yu was forced to stand in a corner, her hands pressed against the elevator wall in a daze, and she could only feel waves of heat rushing against the tip of her tongue.
She didn't even have a chance to make a sound.
As if deliberately punishing her for the teasing just now, Jiang Yuhe's kiss was extremely domineering, and it felt like Wen Yu's mouth was more blocked when she pushed him to resist.
Again and again, Wen Yu could hardly breathe again.
Even though she was so ashamed, Wen Yu still didn't forget to look at the floor displayed when the elevator descended. Seeing that she was about to reach the first floor, she pushed Jiang Yuhe eagerly, and even hit him with her hands in a panic.
After all, there was a ding.
The elevator doors opened.
Jiang Yuhe also pulled away from his body in that second.
Nothing happened, the clouds were calm and the wind was light.
He is still the well-dressed, dignified and aloof president.
And Wen Yu was panting heavily, like a defeated soldier, she was so kissed that she had no power to fight back.
Jiang Yuhe went out, turned around and saw that she was not moving, raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to come again?"
Wen Yu bit her lip, feeling that this time she was really bearing the burden of humiliation.
She scolded as she walked: "Are you a human being? Just like this in the elevator in broad daylight?"
When passing by, Jiang Yuhe hugged her again, his voice was flat and hoarse: "You said it, falling in love is kissing and hugging."
"..."
Wen Yu could no longer remember that this was the first time she had thrown a rock at her own foot.
After the sweet interaction before breakfast, the two drove to work in the company.
Wen Yu's latest job is to choose actors.
Although she is only an investor, she has always remembered what Jiang Yuhe taught her—every project she handles must be familiar with the process, and it is best to participate in person if she is able to participate in person, because only when she fully devotes herself to the project can she be considered responsible for the project. There will be an unparalleled sense of accomplishment when you succeed.
In the next few days, Wen Yu met with the director, chatted with the screenwriter about the characters, and almost got to know the character traits of each character in the novel, and made a list of her own in her heart for the primary selection of actors.
In the past few days, she and Jiang Yuhe lived very harmoniously under the same roof.
Although there was occasional physical contact, fortunately this man still respected her.
A few days later is the annual film tour reception of Yasheng.
This was the first large-scale event that Wen Yu was invited to participate in after entering the industry.
Of course she knew in her heart that Jiang Yuhe definitely didn't come to let her participate to make her happy or for any other reason.
This kind of activity gathers bigwigs and brings together various resources in the circle. Jiang Yuhe asked her to come here just to let her experience it. Of course, if she has the ability, it is also her ability to integrate some resources at the reception.
Therefore, Wen Yu prepared very seriously for this reception.
Fortunately, Jiang Yuhe gave Wen Yu a rich collection of clothing and accessories in the matching room. She didn't waste too much time choosing clothing, and easily chose a set of skirts and high heels.
The wound on the calf has healed, but there is still an old bruise on the outside, so Wen Yu chose a longer skirt that can cover the wound.
At seven o'clock in the evening, Wen Yu brought Tang Huai to the reception.
The reception was held in a high-end five-star hotel in the city, and the scene was exactly as Wen Yu had imagined, with celebrities gathered.
Not only the first- and second-tier stars of Yasheng Group, but also many well-known directors, producers, producers, and other stars in the industry also came to the scene, and more than 20 media came.
In such a high-end industry exchange ceremony, Jiang Yuhe is simply giving himself the opportunity to grow and plump his wings.
Wen Yu knew it all.
Although she is only a newcomer compared with these bigwigs, but fortunately, she is a newcomer who can be regarded as sharp-edged, with a popular IP in her hand, and her title of "beauty investor", so she also caused a lot of excitement when she entered the venue. Attention of many peers.
"Is that Wen Yu who has been in the limelight recently?"
"Yes, it seems to be her."
"Snatching Yasheng's IP and still being invited, it's a big deal."
"I really want to meet this beautiful investor."
"Then take a line in the past?"
At the reception, the clothes are fragrant and the temples are beautiful, and the cups are intertwined. It is probably a natural ability. At this time, Wen Yu also showed her skill in communication and slickness in all directions, and she unintentionally gained a lot of resources in the industry.
Those who came to exchange business cards with her included celebrities, film and television companies, TV stations, and even some weird elites from other fields.
At half past seven, before the reception started, there was the sound of flashing lights outside the door.
Tonight's protagonist finally appeared at this time.
As the chairman of the entire Yasheng Group, Jiang Yuhe will definitely attend the reception of its film company tonight.
And he is the focus of attention in the whole reception.
He stepped into the venue, still wearing a calm and ascetic black suit, with a calm expression on his face, but with an aura and charm that hit people's hearts directly.
Just like the scene when Wen Yu first met him, he was surrounded by countless people with different faces, and the flashing lights kept moving with his footsteps.
His presence outshined any of the top stars present.
Because everyone knows that this man is the star maker at the top of the pyramid.
He is also the rule maker of this circle.
Wen Yu was standing in the corner, she couldn't squeeze in, and she didn't intend to squeeze in to join in the fun.
Holding the wine glass, she followed Jiang Yuhe's eyes all the time. She didn't expect him to see herself among so many people, but just when he passed by where she was, his eyes fell inadvertently.
Although separated from the crowd.
Although it was just a short two or three seconds of staring at each other.
At that moment, Wen Yu's heart skipped a beat, and then she subconsciously pursed her lips and smiled.
No one noticed their secret, loving gaze.
Only Wen Yu and Jiang Yuhe can experience the satisfaction brought by "you can be found at a glance in the vast crowd".
Before the reception began, Jiang Yuhe, as the chairman, needed to give a speech on stage.
This was also the first time Wen Yu saw him speak calmly.
He just stood on the stage, as if he had his own halo, without any manuscripts, with clear thinking, sharp and smooth speaking of those business words, his eyes and demeanor exuded the calmness and calmness of a leader in the industry.
Wen Yu felt sincerely from the bottom of her heart that being able to sit in this position indeed possessed abilities beyond the reach of ordinary people.
After Jiang Yuhe's speech, it came to the film tour that Yasheng Film and Television will invest in and produce this year.
As a domestic film giant, Yasheng Films has always been a top-level representative in the industry, and the release of more than ten blockbuster films in the coming year has also caused waves on the scene. Almost every film has an investment of more than 100 million yuan, which makes people have to marvel at Yasheng's strong and powerful capital.
After the film exhibition, everyone started a free reception and conversation time. .
Everyone gathered together in small circles, pushing cups and changing cups, and talking in low voices.
And Jiang Yuhe is the central figure who is surrounded.
He seldom attends such banquets, except for the annual film tour and annual meeting of Ascension, he seldom attends outside events.
Just like this, he rarely showed up tonight and quickly became the object of everyone's attention.
Among them are many beautiful female stars, or other female counterparts.
Wen Yu just stood not far away watching Jiang Yuhe talking with them.
The women around him never stopped, like flies that couldn't be chased away, one after another came.
Wen Yu felt inexplicably upset, ordered a glass of wine, and walked straight over.
In front of everyone, she walked up to Jiang Yuhe and smiled coquettishly:
"Hello, Mr. Jiang."
Jiang Yuhe's complexion remained unchanged, and he also smiled slightly, "Hello."
Wen Yu ordered her glass with the wine glass, "Mr. Jiang, can I have a drink with me?"
Just as Jiang Yuhe was about to speak, a person appeared from nowhere and said to him, "Chris is here, and I want to talk to you about the overseas release."
Jiang Yuhe glanced at Wen Yu, touched her cup lightly before leaving, and said in a low voice: "Drink less."
Then he drank the wine in his glass, turned and left.
Wen Yu saw him walk up to a sexy foreign woman in her thirties, the two clinked glasses and started talking.
Although she knew that this kind of feeling shouldn't be felt, and knew that Jiang Yuhe was at work, seeing him surrounded by so many women, Wen Yu still felt a little inexplicably sour.
Maybe she is such a stingy woman.
After watching the meeting dully, Wen Yu turned around and joined Tang Huai in the reception.
She drank less, and almost finished it with a sip.
Occasionally looking at Jiang Yuhe, the wine glass in his hand never stopped.
Wen Yu frowned and asked Tang Huai, "Is Mr. Jiang drinking well?"
Tang Huai said, "It's okay."
Wen Yu nodded, seeing another group of women around Jiang Yuhe, she felt a bit blocked: "I'll go out to take a breath, and I'll be right back."
"Want me to accompany you?"
"Need not."
Wen Yu went out alone, and sat down on a chair in a flower gallery.
The feeling in my heart is indescribable, it is a kind of depression that I can't find a reason to vent.
She drank a glass of wine alone and blew on the wind for a while, and she seemed to be sober and calm. A few minutes later, as he was about to return to the scene, a young man suddenly walked up to him.
"Hi Mr. Wen, what a coincidence?"
Wen Yu raised her eyes, it turned out to be Huo Yan.
"Hi, why didn't I see you inside just now?"
Huo Yan said with a smile: "My manager and I are late. We just arrived. By the way, Mr. Wen, how are your legs?"
Wen Yu shook her head politely: "It's ready, thank you."
"That's good."
Wen Yu was not familiar with Huo Yan, and was about to go back after a few simple conversations, when she suddenly received a WeChat message from Jiang Yuhe.
[Where did you go.]
Wen Yu turned back: [Come out to get some air.]
When we returned to the scene, the reception was almost over, and everyone was saying goodbye.
Tang Huai told Wen Yu: "Boss Jiang came to see you just now, and told you to go to the parking lot first, and go back with him later."
Wen Yu nodded while looking for Jiang Yuhe in the arena, but saw him shaking hands with the foreign woman just now.
The little emotions that had been suppressed with difficulty surged up again.
After waiting in the parking lot for nearly twenty minutes, Jiang Yuhe followed.
When the car curtain was drawn, he immediately wanted to grab Wen Yu's hand, but Wen Yu dodged it.
Jiang Yuhe frowned: "What's wrong."
Wen Yu smelled his alcohol reek and said nothing, but told Lao He, "Hurry up, Uncle He, I'm sleepy."
Jiang Yuhe glanced at her and said nothing.
Jiang Yuhe did drink a little too much today, but these entertainments in the business field cannot be avoided. Since Wen Yu didn't want to get close, he didn't need to force it in the car, and closed his eyes to rest his mind.
No words all the way, very quiet.
When she got home, Wen Yu was still feeling depressed, Jiang Yuhe couldn't help but notice it.
After closing the door, he blocked her at the door, "Why are you so unhappy?"
His breath was hot, mixed with a strong smell of alcohol.
Wen Yu pushed him away, said while taking off her high heels, "Go and lie down, I'll make you a cup of hangover tea."
"En." Jiang Yuhe's voice was hoarse, but at the same time he hugged her, "Lie down together."
"..."
Wen Yu was caught off guard, so she was lifted up by him with her bare feet, and she pushed him after recovering: "What are you doing?"
Jiang Yuhe didn't listen to her, went to the sofa in the living room and pressed Wen Yu under him, and asked after a while:
"Where you are not happy, tell me."
Wen Yu was pressed by others, unable to move, anxious and annoyed, she reached out to hit him: "Which eye of yours can see that I am unhappy? Get out of the way, don't press me down, let—"
Just halfway through the words, the hands full of emotions were already firmly pressed above the top of the head.
"Don't lie to me." Jiang Yuhe controlled her with one hand, and lowered his body slightly, "I've been watching you all night, so I don't know what you're thinking."
His voice was low, and the bewitching smell of tobacco and alcohol penetrated deeply into Wen Yu's breath, burning her face hot for bursts.
Wen Yu closed her mouth, stepped up stubbornly, met his gaze and asked, "Then what do you think I'm thinking?"
Hearing this, Jiang Yuhe raised one hand in a calm manner, just looked at her like that, and didn't speak.
The line of sight slowly moved down from the face, as if admiring and feeling a work of art that belonged to him.
Wen Yu didn't know what Jiang Yuhe wanted to do, but this kind of silent scrutiny was the most unbearable.
She moved twice in vain, and asked unnaturally, "What are you looking at?"
But he said, "Look how jealous you are."
"..."
Being poked into her mind, Wen Yu's momentum immediately weakened a little, but she still tried her best to hold on: "Who is jealous? Can you go to bed after drinking too much, and stop being so sentimental."
As she said that, she struggled to leave, but her strength was too great, she was always suppressed by Jiang Yuhe and could not move.
"What are you going to do?"
Wen Yu's whole body became hot, and she was eager to get away, so she had to repeat the same trick, "You pressed my leg, it hurts, okay?"
Jiang Yuhe looked down at her, with unclear meaning in his eyes: "It hurts again?"
Wen Yu pretended to be very serious: "I haven't taken the medicine for today, get out of the way, I'm going to—"
As soon as the words were finished, a burst of coolness rushed over, and Wen Yu froze, only to see her long skirt suddenly lifted up to her waist, and the next second—
The injured leg was lifted by Jiang Yuhe, and it was placed on his shoulder wantonly.
The long white legs were slightly bent and fixed on the black shirt. The night was thick, and the softness of the woman and the strength of the man's shoulders still formed a strong impact.
Wen Yu was stunned, before she could react, the wet touch quickly spread to the skin of her legs.
Jiang Yuhe held her ankle with one hand, tilted his head and kissed the injured part of her calf.
Moist and warm.
Like kissing, like sucking, like biting.
The rare gentleness but grinding, circle and circle, stirred and bombarded deep in Wen Yu's heart.
Wen Yu seemed to be paralyzed all of a sudden, staring at the picture in front of her in a daze, all voices overflowed in her throat, unable to yell out.
A few seconds later, the man's hoarse voice full of alcohol fell to his ears:
"Will this medicine work?"