Until Pei Ying was thrown on the bed, she still didn't understand how things became like this.
Song Nanchuan kept gagging her mouth to kiss her passionately. She wanted to push the man away from her, but her strength was far less than his.
In a trance, she seemed to hear the sound of her stockings being torn, and the clothes on the two of them became less and less during this kiss. Skin. The stimulation of the blind date made Pei Ying straighten her body.
After Song Nanchuan kissed happily, he released her lips and took out a small colored box from under the pillow. Pei Ying watched him put the safety condom on himself through his eyes with water vapor, and struggled to the death: "Didn't you say...let's chat...?"
"Yeah." Song Nanchuan leaned down, inserted his slender fingers into her black hair, and pressed against her forehead, "I prefer physical communication over verbal communication."
Pei Ying: "..."
Her red lips were slightly opened by Song Nanchuan's kiss, as if she wanted to say something. Song Nanchuan seized this opportunity and kissed her deeply again.
After taking off the last piece of clothing that was in the way of her, Song Nanchuan buried himself in her body little by little while she was so fascinated by his kiss.
"Hmm..." Pei Ying frowned uncomfortably at the sudden foreign body sensation. Song Nanchuan's hand touched her heart and continued to kiss her to distract her.
"Does it still hurt?" He raised his head slightly, his eyes gleamed, and his breathing was heavy. Pei Ying took a few breaths, looked at him and said, "It's better than last time..."
Song Nanchuan kissed along the side of her neck until her collarbone, without suppressing her desire.
After Pei Ying's body was completely released, they both fell on the bed panting. Song Nanchuan hugged Pei Ying from behind, pushed back her long hair, and kissed her back repeatedly.
After Pei Ying eased her breath, she turned to look at Song Nanchuan: "Can we discuss one thing?"
Song Nanchuan hugged her tightly again and kissed the tip of her nose: "What's the matter?"
His voice still carried a touch of lust, which made Pei Ying feel agitated. She stabilized her mind, looked at him and said, "Can you stop tearing your stockings next time? Can't you take it off properly?"
Song Nanchuan was stunned for a while, obviously not expecting that she would say this. After laughing a few times, Song Nanchuan looked at her with a playful look in his eyes: "But aren't women's stockings just for tearing?"
"... Who told you!" Are men's thoughts so filthy? According to his tearing method, no amount of stockings would be enough for her!
Seemingly seeing what she was thinking, Song Nanchuan smiled and said to her, "Don't worry, I'll have someone buy thousands of pairs of stockings to keep at home."
Pei Ying: "...is that the problem! Do you have to use torn?"
"Well, I'll feel better this way."
Pei Ying: "..."
In which eye was she blinded in the first place, that she would think he was an upright gentleman of the abstinence system!
Pei Ying closed his eyes and didn't want to speak. Seeing her expression, Song Nanchuan raised the corner of his mouth and kissed her eyes: "Then I'll discuss something with you, okay?"
Pei Ying slowly opened one eye, looked at him and asked, "What?"
"Does "Deep Sea Girl" have to be a violin version? Can't the piano?"
Pei Ying was slightly taken aback, is he asking her about the proposal? Her heart skipped a beat, and when she met Song Nanchuan's expectant eyes, she suddenly thought, "Young Master Song... doesn't know how to play the violin?"
As if grabbing someone else's handle, she smiled happily: "No, the violin version will feel better for me."
Song Nanchuan: "..."
He hugged her and smirked twice, and got up from the chuang. Putting on a pajamas at random, Song Nanchuan walked over to the computer desk, as if rummaging for something. Pei Ying sat up curiously holding the quilt and asked him, "What are you looking for?"
Song Nanchuan raised his eyebrows mysteriously and did not answer her. After a while, he held a disc in his hand and waved at Pei Ying: "Cute, your debut single."
Pei Ying was dumbfounded.
…Why does he have such a dark history!
Song Nanchuan turned on the computer and put the CD into the CD-ROM drive. Soon, cheerful music came out from the stereo.
Hearing the song he sang three years ago, Pei Ying had mixed feelings: "Why do you have this plate? You can't buy it long ago."
Song Nanchuan said, "What about what Xiao Zhang gave me before? Listening to the song I sang three years ago and comparing it with the song you sang to me just now, does it feel like I have improved a lot? And this song is still in the later stages. dealt with."
"Well... I have made a lot of progress. After all, I have also taken some music lessons in the past three years."
"So you have to be more confident in yourself and you can sing really well."
Pei Ying couldn't help a smile on her face: "Thank you, I will definitely perform well in front of Qiao Yichen tomorrow."
Song Nanchuan's brows jumped, he turned off the computer, walked over and hugged Pei Ying tightly in his arms: "On my bed, you dare to mention other men, eh?"
Pei Ying: "..."
Is the crux of the problem here
She still wanted to defend herself a few words, but Song Nanchuan had already kissed her involuntarily, feeling that he was about to strike again, Pei Ying finally broke free from his lips and blushed: "I will sing tomorrow. ."
Song Nanchuan took advantage of the situation and pressed her under him, breathing a little quickly, "Don't wait for tomorrow, sing it now, and sing it to me alone."
"..." Pei Ying swallowed all the thousands of words in his heart.
Fortunately, the tossing at night didn't really break Pei Ying's voice, otherwise she could have foreseen how big producer Qiao would scold her in the recording studio.
She finally sang the song coherently from beginning to end today, Qiao Yichen stood outside the soundproof glass and looked at her: "You have mastered the rhythm in the front part, but the breath control of the treble part is still not good. This is not a day or two. If you can practice, the song production cycle is limited, I don't have time to wait for you, this part is recorded sentence by sentence."
"Oh, okay..." Although he was asked to sing line by line, Qiao Yichen's tone was obviously better than yesterday.
"When you sing, try to use your abdomen to control your breath, but it shouldn't be difficult to control just one lyric, and the rest depends on post-production."
"Oh… "
"If there is no problem, let's start."
Pei Ying sang a sentence and recorded a sentence according to his instructions. In this way, the difficulty of singing a song was reduced, and the recording work went smoothly.
During the break, Pei Ying curiously asked the recording engineer, "Is Qiao Da in a good mood today?" Compared with yesterday, today is like a little angel.
The recording engineer glanced at Qiao Yichen, who was standing at the door drinking water, and said to her in a low voice: "Didn't Qiao Da's wife attend a music club out of town a while ago, and she finally came back yesterday. Of course he was in a good mood. Last night The married life must be very harmonious."
Pei Ying: "..."
Qiao Yichen glanced at them coolly, and Pei Ying and the recording engineer immediately sat upright. Qiao Yichen put down the water glass in his hand and walked over: "Since you don't want to rest, let's continue."
"Okay..." Pei Ying quickly walked back to the shed.
After singing for an afternoon, the song was finally recorded successfully. Qiao Yichen called Pei Ying to stop and said, "Although the studio recording is completed, as long as you sing on site, you will be exposed."
"I know… "
Pei Ying originally wanted to say that she would practice her breath well in the future and strive to improve, but she heard Qiao Yichen say from the opposite side: "You should focus on acting in the future."
Pei Ying: "..."
OK, big.
She came out of the recording studio, and Song Nanchuan was still sitting outside waiting for her. Seeing her come out, Song Nanchuan got up and walked to her side: "Are you finished recording?"
"Yeah." Pei Ying nodded. Seeing that Qiao Yichen also came out of the recording studio, Song Nanchuan put his arms around Pei Ying's shoulders affectionately, and said to her with a smile, "That's great, we won't be here to get angry again in the future."
Qiao Yichen glanced at him: "please look after her too, don't let her sing and poison my ears again."
Pei Ying: "..."
In the end, he still did not escape this disaster.
After the song was recorded, Pei Ying's main job was to shoot the MV for the song after the mastering was finished. Ren Shanshan grabbed the blank of her schedule and made an appointment for her to take pictures in the studio.
The photo time was still in the afternoon. Pei Ying took a little sleep in the morning and went downstairs to feed the cat.
Speaking of which, since she was with Song Nanchuan, she seldom returned to the house she rented. As long as she had dinner with Song Nanchuan at night, she would definitely be abducted to his house.
"Little Hei Xiaohua, I'm sorry, I haven't fed you for two more days." Pei Ying patted their heads, seeing that they had eaten almost the cat food, and then went upstairs leisurely.
Eating yogurt, soaking oatmeal, and swiping Weibo, Pei Ying felt that she hadn't been so leisurely alone in a long time.
After swiping Weibo for a few minutes, she saw that the third episode of her and Song Nanchuan's story was updated.
Pei Ying: "..."
The paparazzi really love her.
This time, the paparazzi seem to have changed again. The title is "After the actress Pei Ying and Song's president Song Nanchuan announced their relationship, they have been photographed many times in and out of Song Nanchuan's mansion late at night!".
These paparazzi are really powerful. They even found Song Nanchuan's mansion in city a and squatted at the door. But the news this time was obviously not as well received as the previous two, and even caused some netizens to bounce back.
"Is it annoying, why are they again, is there no one in the entertainment industry?"
"Everyone has announced that they are dating. What's the fuss about entering and leaving the man's house? [Pick nose] This reporter is still a single dog [Pick nose]"
"Xiaobian, you are like this, be careful that President Song will make you bankrupt. [Smiles]"
"Take the popularity of our Pei Pei again! Why don't you care about public welfare if you are so enthusiastic!!"
"Am I the only one who thinks this is Pei Ying's self-destruction?"
…
Pei Ying felt that if this continued, the series would soon end. Moreover, she had heard from Ren Shanshan before that because of the increasing exposure of her Weibo, the turnover of the studio has really increased, and the buyer clearly stated that it was the link to the store that she saw on Pei Ying's Weibo. .
From this starting point, she is still very grateful to these paparazzi.
However, in Song Nanchuan's eyes, the paparazzi squatting at his door had already touched his bottom line.
"Check which newspaper this is, and ask the lawyer to send them a lawyer's letter. I'm going to sue them for violating my privacy and portrait rights."
"Understood." Xiao Zhang respectfully responded, and went to do it quickly.