The Lover’s Prattle

Chapter 3: President Slag (3)

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Qing Ruo followed Feng Qi from beginning to end, as obedient as a kitten lazily carried out by its owner for a walk.

Although she debuted for 5 years, this is the first time she has joined the circle of cash cows. She is not well-known, but has become a new face in the scene.

Good-looking and exquisite, with a pleasant temperament, and coming with Feng Qi, it is inevitable that everyone will take care of him.

Seeing that she kept hiding whenever she could, Feng Qi didn't rush up to pave the way for him in the future, he calmly stepped forward and put his arms around her looming waist, and then forcefully and domineeringly asked others not to come and talk to her.

The more they played in the private room, the more they got more and more active, several women were already lying on the sofa with only some fabric hanging on them, Qing Ruo was sitting with Feng Qi's arms around her shoulders, staring over there.

His eyes were full of curiosity and horror.

Two very strange emotions appeared in her eyes without any ambiguity.

Feng Qi clinked glasses with the person next to him, and when he turned around, he saw her staring there with green eyes, he leaned close to her ear and gently sucked it, "Honey, haven't you seen it?"

Qing Ruo was shaken by his hot breath and address, and pulled his clothes, "I haven't seen it before."

Feng Qi originally wanted to say that he could teach her, but there was a groan from the sofa, surrounded by undisguised malicious teasing, but that woman was shameless.

Feng Qi darkened his face, covered her eyes with a big hand, half-hugged Qingruo to stand up from the sofa, put his head on his chest and walked out, passing by a few close friends who mercilessly raised their feet and kicked her. , "Throw those few out."

His tone was gloomy, his black eyes looked like the king of Hades in the colorful private room, no one dared to touch his brow for a while, they just said yes.

Feng Qi took Qingruo outside the private room, then removed the big hand that was clasped behind her head, and pulled her to stand beside the handrail in the corridor, twirling a lock of her hair and playing around with her fingertips, "How many years have you What a fool."

Qing Ruo pouted at him, as if she was too lazy to answer.

Feng Qi was happy, so he stretched out his hand and patted her buttocks, drank a lot of wine, and now he came out and blew a little bit of alcohol, seeing her turn her head and staring at her angry little appearance, her tone was neither serious nor serious, " Be good."

I don't know whether it is a lesson or indulgence.

Qingruo sniffled and still didn't want to pay attention to him, leaning on the railing to watch the people coming and going in the lobby below, Feng Qi circled her from behind, and turned to look over when he heard a familiar voice beside her.

An Qi and Jing Sheng. He circled her around and introduced several people to each other.

Jing Sheng said his final goodbyes, "Let's go first, An Qi has a baby, so I need to go home early to rest."

"En." Feng Qi smiled and nodded, looking at the backs of the two in a daze.

Warm in my arms.

Those who were in the private room before were really thrown aside by Feng Qi's friends, Feng Qi brought Qing Ruo back to the private room, and began to play games and drink without refusing to come.

When I indulge my consciousness, I still think that I still have a person with me, so I restrain myself.

The driver didn't even need to ask, and directly sent the two of them to Qingruojia Community.

Feng Qi turned his head, but he was not as drunk as last time, but he kept thinking about the sentence that An Qi has a baby, and he didn't want to talk or move.

I didn't realize it last time, but I know it this time.

Qing Ruo let him lean on the sofa, covered him with a thin quilt, went to the kitchen for a while, and brought a basin over to wash his face and hands.

Feed him hangover soup, and bring a basin of water to the living room.

Feng Qi probably knew what she was going to do, so he pretended to be dizzy for a long time. This time, he could only make noise after drinking, and Qing Ruo coaxed him with a good temper, completely like a child, "Hey, wash your feet and go to bed." Comfortable~"

Probably her tone was too gentle and tolerant, Feng Qi obediently let her toss her around.

Qing Ruo sat on the edge of the bed and pressed the acupuncture points on his head. Feng Qi felt comfortable and a little achy when she pressed her fingers hard. The strong smell in her nostrils was not the smell of wine, but the light scent of her body, was it Mulan or kapok

When Qing Ruo got up to leave, Feng Qi subconsciously stretched out his hand to pull him. He was not drunk, and at this moment he wanted to exercise on the bed even more.

It's just that he didn't reach out in the end.

The line of sight turned into darkness, the house was not big, the sound insulation was not very good, there was the sound of water outside, and the soft sound of slippers, Feng Qi didn't know how long he listened to it, and slowly fell asleep.

It was another good night's dream, and I woke up in the morning without any discomfort.

There was a simple alarm clock by the bedside. It looked very new and it looked like it had just been bought. Feng Qi checked the time, found his mobile phone and called Chu Yang.

"I know, bring clothes to pick you up."

Without waiting for him to explain, Chu Yang had already answered the conversation himself.

Feng Qi pursed his lips, "Yes. Ask someone to send more clothes." After thinking for a while, he added, "Let the shopping mall send a batch of the newly released women's bags."

Chu Yang clicked his tongue twice, "May I ask how many bosses are there in one batch?"

"I will give away all the ones that are suitable for her age this month, and continue next month."

Well, Chu Yang is completely convinced by Qingruo. Last time, he didn't even frown for ten scripts, but this time the price was skyrocketing overnight.

When Feng Qi was raising someone and he liked it, he was very generous and easy to talk about, but it is absolutely incomparable to the current state.

At first, I thought that this girl is so good-looking, she must have a brain problem if she hasn't made a name for herself in five years, but now it seems that if she had thought about it earlier, she might have won a prize and got hand cramps.

If Qingruo knocked on the door at this time, Feng Qi and Chu Yang wanted to explain the company's affairs, so they didn't hang up the phone and let her in.

Qing Ruo carried a cup and leaned half against the door frame, "There is no need to deliver the bag."

Feng Qi looked up at her, curled his lips, "Mm, good."

Instead, he told Chu Yang, "There is no need to deliver the package."

Chu Yang on the other end of the phone twitched his lips and asked tentatively, "Then, boss, what do you want to give?"

Feng Qi didn't answer, but just started to explain the company's affairs to him.

Qing Ruo has already carried the cup and left.

The pajamas Feng Qi was wearing this time were also brand new, they seemed to be bought according to his height, the size was just right, and the satin material was very comfortable.

Knowing that Feng Qi was going to have lunch here, Chu Yang came here on time, the two of them had already finished their lunch, this time Feng Qi was sitting and watching the noon news, Qingruo went directly to take a nap.

It was Feng Qi who opened the door again, and behind Chu Yang was a group of custom shop employees who came carrying his clothes.

After all the clothes delivery staff had left, Chu Yang walked around the small guest room and asked Feng Qi, "You guys sleep here?"

"I'll sleep here."

Chu Yang licked his mouth, Feng Qi stood by the desk and tapped on the desk with his fingers, asking him, "You said I'll put this into a locker and put it on the wall, is it enough to put the computer and the file column?"

Chu Yang frowned and felt that Feng Qi's state was a little bit wrong, but at least it was better than being in An Qi's dead-end alley before. He also took a serious look, stood between the end of the bed and the wall, and gestured for the width, "I'm afraid it's not enough. Get a chair."

Feng Qi frowned and looked at it, then nodded in agreement. "Or don't put a chair, just sit on the bed?"

"... Your house is so big, why do you have to compete with this small room?"

Feng Qi suddenly realized, "That's right, Qing Ruo can come to live with me."

"..." Chu Yang suddenly felt very worried, his IQ state was nothing like Feng Qi who planned and killed decisively.

Qing Ruo was taking a nap, Feng Qi took Chu Yang and sat in the living room very seriously, waiting for her to wake up and discussed with her about moving a place to live. Since the TV was not turned on, he also kindly took two books from the bookcase and recommended them to her. Chu Yang passed the time, and then said in a low voice, "You probably haven't read the new ones recently. I think that although the babbling is all on paper, it's not bad."

"..."

Qing Ruo was going to the TV station to record the food show in the afternoon, so she didn't sleep much. A celebrity like her, who is not well-known like her, has no such thing as a makeup artist and a stylist. In the dressing room, please help the hair stylist to take care of it a little bit.

Carrying the bag and collecting the things to be used, he opened the door of the room.

"Huh?" Qing Ruo expressed doubts, why Feng Qi hasn't left yet.

She was in a hurry, so she just asked a question and walked directly to the door with her bag.

Seeing her hurriedly standing up and following her, Feng Qi said, "Going out?"

"Well, I'm going to the TV station to record a program."

Qing Ruo stood by the shoe cabinet to change her shoes, because she was carrying her bag, so it was not very convenient to help her, just as she was about to put her bag down, Feng Qi came over to support her arm, and lowered her head to change her shoes, "I'll see you off past."

"Okay." Qing Ruo raised her head and smiled at him.

Chu Yang didn't change his shoes at all, he closed the crooked books and put them on the bookshelf, and then walked over.

Chu Yang was driving, Qing Ruo and Feng Qi were sitting in the back row, Feng Qi turned his head to look at her, her makeup was exquisite, as beautiful as a crystal doll, a bit more charming, but he preferred to see her without makeup, so clean People are comfortable.

"What time is the recording finished? I'll ask the driver to pick you up and go to my house."

Feng Qi said it lightly, but Chu Yang did know that the home Feng Qi is talking about now is the old house of the Feng family, and even An Qi seldom goes there, let alone other people. It's as casual as going to dinner with friends.

"Five o'clock." Qing Ruo looked up at him, bit her lips lightly, "Is my house too small?"

Feng Qi nodded, "There is no room for a desk in the room."

Qing Ruo stretched her brows and smiled, "There's no need to go to your house, I have a spare room, which used to be a dance practice room, but now I don't need it."

Feng Qi twitched the corners of his mouth, and also realized that what he just said was too casual, did this girl realize that being able to go to his house meant that her value would increase in this transaction

Obviously not.

When he got out of his car at the gate of the TV station, he happily said goodbye to them.

Feng Qi didn't speak, and Chu Yang didn't rush to start the car either.

Feng Qi watched her figure disappear on the steps, tapped his knees with his fingers, and said in a cold tone with a gloomy smile, "Being an entertainer buried her." It sounded creepy.

However, Chu Yang had known him for many years, turned his head to look in the direction where Qingruo left, and started the car with a smile, "Don't, you have to believe that there is true love everywhere in the world."

If Qingruo's performances in this series were all planned, then with such calculations, after five years in the industry and her face, it would be unacceptable for her not to be red. What kind of poor acting skills, anyway, Chu Yang himself It is not natural for her to wear a mask habitually every day.

If it wasn't for acting, Chu Yang shook his head, then he really doesn't know if it's Feng Qi's blessing or his curse.

**

Both drunks were taken care of comfortably,

However, I don't want to get drunk again.

—[Black box]