In three seconds, Yan Qiuzhi understood the meaning of Chen Lunan's words.
She choked, and her expression was particularly intriguing.
What does it mean to eat first
Did she mean that just now? She definitely didn't. Thinking about it, Yan Qiuzhi opened her mouth and asked back: "...Does your sperm have brains?"
Chen Lunan: "..."
He was quiet for a while, raised his eyelids and looked at her, with a deep voice: "Try?"
“……………”
Yan Qiuzhi was surprised by Chen Lunan's thick skin, he hadn't seen this person for more than a year, could he be dissatisfied with his desires
She glared at Chen Lunan, speechless. Her eyes were big and bright, and she didn't have any deterrent power, but instead added a hint of temptation.
Chen Lunan looked away and didn't talk to her much.
After eating, in order to prevent exercise after the meal, Yan Qiuzhi handed over the task of washing dishes to Chen Lunan, and ran back to the room by herself.
Even, it was locked.
Hearing the sound of the doorknob, Chen Lunan pulled his lower lip lightly.
After returning to the room, Yan Qiuzhi felt that locking the door would not be able to stop Chen Lunan, not to mention that she had a short mouth and just drank the delicious chicken soup made by others.
After staring at the door for a few seconds, Yan Qiuzhi opened the door and went to the cloakroom instead.
She had to pack up some things and bring them back. In fact, there was nothing missing in the villa.
Although Yan Qiuzhi didn't go back to live in for more than a year, as long as she needs it, the latest clothes, accessories and even skin care products will be sent to her brand new.
She is not a woman who will save money for Chen Lunan, and Yan Qiuzhi, who should be a flower, will not be soft at all.
This is a reciprocity between their plastic husband and wife.
But there are a few things that Yan Qiuzhi took with her wherever she was, and she had to put them away.
When Chen Lunan came out of the kitchen, he saw the open door.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, and when he walked in, he realized that no one was in the room, but the door of the connected cloakroom was open.
When the apartment was being renovated, there were actually several rooms, but Yan Qiuzhi had a lot of clothes and didn't need a guest room, so he asked people to convert those rooms into cloakrooms, connected to the room.
In the whole house, apart from the study, there is only the master bedroom and the connected cloakroom.
Spacious and bright, extravagant.
When Chen Lunan walked to the door, what he saw was Yan Qiuzhi squatting on the ground.
She was holding an old mobile phone in her hand, her eyelashes drooped, and she was looking at it intently.
The phone screen was small, and the light shone on her face, highlighting her delicate eyebrows and eyes.
Looking from the side, Chen Lunan could still see her twinkling eyelashes and the nightgown that fit her body. The nightgown was made of satin, and with a slight movement, she could outline her beautiful figure.
Chen Lunan stared at it for a moment, then looked away sideways, turned and went into the bathroom.
...
By the time she came out of the cloakroom after packing her luggage, the man had already finished washing and was leaning on the bedside table to read materials.
She glanced at it, a little curious.
Yan Qiuzhi lifted the quilt and climbed onto the bed, held back but still couldn't hold back, and asked curiously, "What are you looking at?"
"script."
Yan Qiuzhi's eyes lit up, and she turned to look at him: "Who wrote it?"
It was rare for Chen Lunan to tell her in a gentle voice: "Bo Yu."
Hearing this, Yan Qiuzhi became more interested: "Did he write a new script?"
"Um."
Bo Yu is one of the most powerful screenwriters in many people's minds. His scripts always have their own unique style, novel, but not out of the ordinary, but they just make people want to stop.
Yan Qiuzhi liked his stories very much. Bo Yu had also published books. As a qualified book fan, Yan Qiuzhi naturally bought a lot of them. The only pity was that none of them were signed.
Bo Yu doesn't hold signing parties, and rarely shows his face in front of the public. He is a relatively mysterious screenwriter.
After hearing Chen Lunan's affirmative words, Yan Qiuzhi's repressed interest slowly expanded, and she didn't want to hold back at all.
She poked her head closer to Chen Lunan, and looked down.
Yan Qiuzhi had just taken a shower, and the smell of the body lotion on her body hadn't dissipated, and it was even in a strong and dispersing period.
When she leaned over, Chen Lunan's nose was full of that smell, rich and sweet, not pungent, but very tempting.
But she herself didn't notice anything, Chen Lunan had already read the second page, and Yan Qiuzhi started to turn it back to read the story and character introduction.
She leaned closer, and her hair inadvertently poked at Chen Lunan's neck, itching slightly.
Caught off guard, the script was closed.
Yan Qiuzhi was taken aback, and looked at him in astonishment: "What are you doing, I haven't finished watching yet."
Chen Lunan directly put the script on the bedside table beside him, and said in a low voice, "Sleep."
"..."
Yan Qiuzhi watched him lie down and was speechless for a while: "You sleep in yours, I'll watch mine."
As she spoke, she leaned over to get the script, but just as she stretched out her hand, Chen Lunan grabbed her.
His palm was a little hot, burning the delicate skin on her wrist.
Just as Yan Qiuzhi was about to get angry, she lowered her head and met Chen Lunan's gaze. She paused, followed his gaze, and broke away from his palm, clutched her collar tightly, her face turned red, and cursed :"rogue."
Chen Lunan turned his eyes away from that place and looked at her face, it was rare that he didn't call the "rogue" a real thing.
He didn't know which sutra was wrong, so he suddenly explained: "I'll read it tomorrow."
Yan Qiuzhi was stunned for a few seconds, and when she realized it, Chen Lunan had already turned off the light on his side.
She was dazed for a few seconds, then lay down on the bed slowly, reaching out to turn off the light, Yan Qiuzhi felt wrong no matter what she thought.
According to the normal process, shouldn't Chen Lunan say to himself - you don't need to watch it, anyway, you can't act after watching it
Yan Qiuzhi rubbed her sore eyes, thinking bewilderedly—Chen Lunan seems to be a man today.
The next day, Yan Qiuzhi was woken up by the ringing of her mobile phone. She fumbled for the mobile phone under the quilt to answer it, her voice was still a little hoarse: "Hello?"
Sister Meng frowned, and asked in a low voice, "Are you still sleeping?"
Yan Qiuzhi was stunned for a moment, "Hmm", "What's wrong?"
Sister Meng didn't bother with her about going to bed after nine o'clock, she quickly said: "Hurry up and wash up, I'll ask Zhuzhu to pick you up and come to the company."
"Is there a problem?"
Sister Meng responded, and said in a low voice: "I have a meal for lunch today, you go and show your face."
Yan Qiuzhi slowly sat up from the bed and asked curiously, "What do you mean?"
Sister Meng: "A brand wants to choose a spokesperson, but it hasn't been decided yet. It's just a casual dinner at noon. It's always good to show your face."
Yan Qiuzhi didn't have much opinion on this.
She responded and asked, "Which brand?"
Sister Meng said a name, Yan Qiuzhi raised her eyes in surprise: "I'll get up right away."
After hanging up the phone, Yan Qiuzhi packed herself quickly, and when she ran out of the room wearing a skirt, she accidentally saw Chen Lunan at home.
She was surprised for two seconds, didn't ask any further questions, and went to the kitchen to drink a glass of water before leaving.
When Chen Lunan looked up, what he saw was the picture of her bending over to put on her shoes.
In order to meet the brand and get close to the brand's preferences, Yan Qiuzhi put on light makeup today and wore an intellectual and slim black long dress.
She was still holding a coat in her hand, but she hadn't had time to put it on.
When you bend down, you can see your good figure at a glance.
Her lordosis is convex and her back is warped, there is no trace of fat around her waist, and her calf bones are even and beautiful, with a dazzling white.
Chen Lunan frowned, before he could speak, Yan Qiuzhi turned to look at him: "Are you not going out today?"
"late."
Yan Qiuzhi said "Oh", with a calm expression: "I still have something to do, just help me move the stuff back, I'll go straight back to the villa at night."
Just as Chen Lunan was about to answer, there was a sound of closing the door.
When he looked up again, all he was left with was the mercilessly closed door. The first time he reacted slowly for a few seconds, he stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes.
When Yan Qiuzhi arrived at the company, it was still early.
She discussed the work with Sister Meng for the next period of time, and then set off for the dinner together with Sister Meng.
On the way, Sister Meng said while looking at her mobile phone: "I may meet a lot of acquaintances, and many female celebrities want to win this endorsement."
Yan Qiuzhi said "Yes", expressing her understanding.
The sun was shining brightly outside the window, shining in through the window glass, and it was warm.
Yan Qiuzhi slept well last night, and now she is in a good mood to observe the passers-by on the side of the road, the corners of her lips are turned up, and her eyes are smiling.
Sister Meng inadvertently turned her head to glance, only to think that Yan Qiuzhi seemed to be a little prettier again after not seeing her for a few days, and even her complexion changed for the better.
"How was your rest these two days?"
"fine."
Sister Meng nodded: "That's good, I see that your complexion has improved a lot."
Yan Qiuzhi's body froze, and she touched her face casually: "Is there any?"
Sister Meng looked at her: "You don't feel it yourself?"
Yan Qiuzhi said without hesitation: "No."
Sister Meng: "..."
When Yan Qiuzhi and Sister Meng arrived at the dinner, they were not surprised to see "acquaintances".
People are sitting in the middle, chatting and laughing happily with people.
Before she walked over, Guan He smiled softly at her.
"Qiu Zhi, long time no see, how are you doing?"
With a false smile on Yan Qiuzhi's face, she lazily said, "It's pretty good."
Guan He said to herself: "Have you been resting at home these few days?" She brushed her hair, revealing her fair collarbone, and said with a little regret, "Unlike me, I'm so busy these days that my feet don't touch the ground."
Yan Qiuzhi said "Oh" and said nothing.
Guan He's face was slightly stiff, feeling her indifference again. The few artists sitting around didn't speak, just watched the two people come and go.
Guan He was not discouraged, and continued: "Is Qiu Zhi also interested in this endorsement?"
Hearing this, Yan Qiuzhi didn't even bother to give her a look, and said indifferently: "You're not interested, what are you doing here?"
"Can you use your brains before asking questions?"
Guan He's face turned pale.
What she hates the most is not Yan Qiuzhi's attitude, but the last sentence, the word "brainless" is extremely lethal to Guan He, and what she hates the most is when others say that about her.
She stumbled into the entertainment industry by mistake after graduating from high school, with a low education.
Of course, the bigger reason is that she often speaks out of her wits, which makes people laugh and cry. Once in a relatively important place, she used wrong idioms and did not speak, and misled many people.
Afterwards, she was evaluated by the media as the most brainless entertainer.
After that, the label cannot be shaken off.
In fact, it would be fine for Guan He to be quiet, but she is one of those people who insist on pretending to understand what she doesn't understand, only to lose herself in the end.
This is a story that many artists and even fans in the circle know.
…
Guan He was stimulated by her, and his temperament changed drastically: "You have brains, how noble are you? Why don't you sell them the same way?"
As soon as the words fell, the expressions of other artists also became bad.
"Guan He."
Someone yelled, "What did you say?"
"Yeah, who came out and sold it, this is our job, we just have a meal in the normal process."
"We are artists, where is it called selling when we have dinner with the brand?"
Someone around murmured, "Sure enough, you don't have a brain."
Guan He listened to the discussions around him, bit his lip and clenched his clothes tightly, his face turned even paler.
Yan Qiuzhi ignored Guan He's provocation, lowered her head and played with her mobile phone to wait.
The brand party hasn't come yet, so it's no wonder the box is in such a mess.
After a while, someone from the brand side appeared, and the dispute in the box disappeared completely, and it became quiet for a while.
After saying hello, Yan Qiuzhi sat down on her own seat, eating with her head down very seriously.
Suddenly, for some unknown reason, the topic turned to Yan Qiuzhi.
She raised her eyes, and her delicate eyebrows were shining brightly against the light.
After several conversations, Yan Qiuzhi looked at the wine brought over, lowered his head, and gulped it down in one gulp.
The brand side looked at her like this, and a hint of surprise flashed in their eyes: "Miss Yan is a cheerful person."
Yan Qiuzhi smiled slightly, and when the second cup was delivered, she gently refused: "Sorry, I don't drink well."
The brand owner stared at her pretty face for a while, and said, "It shouldn't be so, Ms. Yan, try another drink? Everyone has drunk a lot."
Guan He also said beside him: "Yes, Qiu Zhi, I'm here to toast you, I haven't made it clear to you about the endorsement before."
Hearing this, Yan Qiuzhi leaned lazily on the back of the chair, raised her eyelids and looked at Brand Fang, then at Guan He.
like a statue.
Guan He was holding the cup in the air, watching her unmoved, feeling extremely embarrassed.
She pursed her lips and said deliberately: "Qiu Zhi, you don't want to drink it, do you?"
After the words fell, the people around looked at Yan Qiuzhi as if they were watching a play.
Most people would not refuse such a difficult situation.
But Yan Qiuzhi is not an ordinary person, she raised her eyelids and sneered, folded her arms and asked, "Which onion are you?"
She said coolly, "I have to drink the toast you made?"
Guan He's face darkened, and she was taken aback by her words: "Qiu Zhi, what are you talking about? I really want to apologize to you."
"oh."
Yan Qiuzhi took a sip of the juice slowly: "Then I'll replace the wine with juice, I accept it, you can drink the wine."
"..."
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, never expecting that Yan Qiuzhi would be so shameless.
The brand side was also blinded by Yan Qiuzhi's manipulation, his face sank, and he was irritated by her ignorance.
"Miss Yan, don't toast or eat fine wine."
Yan Qiuzhi smiled slightly: "I don't even eat it, you can eat it."
Brand side: "You—"
The people around couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Yan Qiuzhi was too lazy to talk nonsense with this group of people, she came because she was interested in the endorsement at first, but if she is the person in charge of such a brand, she doesn't care about the endorsement.
Thinking about it, she got up straight, turned around and left.
As soon as the door of the box was opened, Yan Qiuzhi froze.
Looking at the person who suddenly appeared here, she couldn't control her tone and asked, "Why are you here?"