His Sweet Embrace

"Hahaha, I see. I just went to the backup group to let them stop arguing. Speak with facts. I will conquer everyone with my acting skills and prove myself with my college entrance examination results." Fu Miaomiao knew that she was a child of the Fu family and would never lose face to the Fu family, so she began to take performance classes early in the morning and stepped up her study in the afternoon.

"Miao Miao, I've sorted out my previous college entrance examination notes, which should be helpful to you."

"That's great! Little aunt, I have an interview program tomorrow. I want you to come to the scene. Are you free? "

Jinyue also saw the slim interview program on the Internet. One third of the on-site tickets were sold out, and she couldn't buy tickets at all.

"Where are the tickets? Should you give me a ticket if you invite me? Otherwise... I'm afraid I can't get in. "

"Little aunt, I've prepared tickets for you! Even if you don't have a ticket, you won't be unable to get in. As long as my uncle says, you can have any seat you want. It's also a matter of minutes to sit next to the host. "

"Do you think I'll let my woman sit next to a man?"

Tomorrow, the host of Fu Miaomiao's interview program is a man, who is also very well-known in the industry.

When Fu Miaomiao heard Fu zhanting's voice, he was stunned for three seconds, and then uttered an exclamation, "ah? Uncle? Are you with your little aunt? "

"Have an opinion?"

"No, no, I'm just surprised! It's almost eleven o'clock. My little aunt should be at home. "

"Well, at home." He said, his tone was still so calm.

Fu Miaomiao's scream immediately sounded: "ah? Uncle, you won't break into my aunt's boudoir, will you? Tut tut Tut, are you sitting on your little aunt's bed now? Won't you be doing it all night? "

Sitting and doing are homonyms, but the meaning is very different. Fu Miaomiao obviously has something to say.

"What happened to yunchenfan in your apartment? It seems that you want to expose it?" Fu zhanting asked her calmly.

"Cough... Uncle, don't scare me. Can't I stop talking?" Then, Fu Miaomiao giggled a few times, "aunt, remember to bring me your notes tomorrow. When you get to the door of the venue, you call me, and I'll ask my assistant to give you tickets."

"OK, I see."

"Good night, uncle and aunt. I wish you a happy and passionate night."

This is extremely ambiguous.

Before Jin Yue said anything, she had already run away. Looking at the mobile phone screen at the end of the call, she put the mobile phone on one side.

"Miaomiao fooled around. You still fooled around with her! It's clearly my uncle. He's one generation older than Miaomiao. He's so rude! " As she spoke, she gently poked him in the chest.

Fu zhanting looked at her, reached out and held her soft little hand, kissed her on his lips, "is this training her husband? Huh? "

"What, what training? I don't have it!" Jin Yue shook her head.

"Since you don't train, go to bed."

She quickly took her hand back and looked at him in shock, "you, you want to sleep here?" Did she hear right?

"Can't you sleep in my woman's bed?"

"Aren't you afraid of being found?" This is what Jinyue is most worried about.

"It's just me and you."

"You..."

Before Jinyue finished speaking, he had already pulled her into his arms and started stripping her clothes

"Fu zhanting!" Brocade month exclaimed and held down his hand, blinked, those eyes full of panic, "no, didn't you say to sleep?"

"Well, sleep." He tossed her very hard last night. She was begging for mercy in the middle of the night. There were traces on her. He was reluctant to touch her again.

"Well, what are you doing?" Jinyue watched him peel her clothes.

"Emotional communication."

"Ah? What, what do you mean? " She didn't understand.

"How to communicate through clothes?"

“……”

There's a reason to strip her? It's called emotional communication, but it's actually doing it to her! Asshole!

Jinyue was held in his arms, feeling the hot temperature from him, and summoned up the courage to put her little hand on his waist, but she hesitated and retreated.

Fu zhanting seemed to see her idea. His warm and broad palm held her snow arm, let her hug his waist, and then took back the strength of the other arm, so that her slender and soft body was close to his chest.

"Sleep."

She wriggled in his arms, found the most comfortable position, and then whispered, "good night."

He smiled, kissed her on the forehead and said, "good night."

Tonight, destined to sleep well.

A deep night.

At this time, it is located in Fu Miaomiao's apartment.

Yun chenfan sat on the sofa with his legs crossed to play games. Fu Miaomiao lay on one side and looked at the script. Two slender beautiful legs were placed on him.

"Ragged Chen, I'm thirsty." Her lower leg moved slightly and motioned.

"Get it!" Yun chenfan, who was still in the game, directly dropped his mobile phone and ran to the kitchen.

"Come on, my little princess, your favorite freshly squeezed orange juice." Yun chenfan handed the straw to Fu Miaomiao's lips and told him, "be careful when drinking. Don't choke."

After drinking several mouthfuls of orange juice, Fu Miaomiao Gudong was just ready to continue reading the script, but the next second, Yun chenfan took her script.

"Your fixed makeup photo of" cloud on the moon "is really beautiful." All her photos have been saved by Yun chenfan. If it weren't for his underground relationship, he really wanted to be a mobile screen saver.

Fu Miaomiao hummed twice and kicked his thigh with his toes. "Am I usually not beautiful?"

"Beauty, you are beautiful anyway!" Subsequently, yunchenfan Baji kissed Fu Miaomiao. As an elder in the performing arts circle, he was obliged to tell his little crying bag a play during his vacation.

Then he began to turn over the script in his hand. When he saw so many kissing scenes, his face suddenly changed, "so many kissing scenes?"

He frowned and wrote two words on his face: not cool!

"Well... Not much?" She also read the script and had video communication with the screenwriter and director. The director said that the kiss was not much.

"That's not much?" Yun chenfan looked at it roughly. From his forehead to his face and then to his mouth, he estimated that there were about twenty or thirty kissing scenes. He was very stuffy when he thought that he was pressed under his body at ordinary times, and all kinds of Pro weeping bags would be hugged by other men.

He was so angry that he threw the script directly on the sofa, turned and walked towards the inner room.

Fu Miaomiao looked at yunchenfan's angry back, burst into a laugh, and then pretended to fall off the sofa.

"Oh, it hurts!"