Pampered to Heaven by RIch Husband - Chapter 18

“He is good-looking, or am I good-looking?”

Lu Zixiao has a **** voice. Because of the shower, a few drops of water were stained on the ends of her hair, which fell on her throat and fell to Cheng Youran’s collarbone.

who is he?

When Cheng Youran was asked, her first reaction was to hide her phone under the pillow. After a few seconds, she tentatively said: “Xie Jinzhou?”

Even the name can be remembered so clearly.

Lu Zixiao gritted his teeth, and the strange emotion in his chest became stronger and stronger. He knelt on one knee on the bed and enveloped Cheng Youran under him. He gasped, “What do you mean?”

Cheng Youran said that Xie Jinzhou is still good-looking, somewhere between a boy and a man, so beautiful that he is indistinguishable from the male and female, and his voice is still sweet.

However, as Lu Zixiao’s tenth-level scholar, Cheng Youran calmly said: “Of course you are good-looking, he doesn’t have you…”

When Cheng Youran said this, she suddenly had a meal. Xie Jinzhou’s skin was whiter than Lu Zixiao, her eyes were bigger than Lu Zixiao, and her face was smaller than Lu Zixiao. She couldn’t praise it.

“Um?”

The man’s raised eyes stared at her dangerously, and Cheng Youran blurted out: “His skin is too white, his eyes are too big, and his face is too small. I like your type with well-balanced features.”

Hearing her words, Lu Zixiao raised his eyebrows, obviously very useful, and his tone of voice became higher unconsciously: “What else?”

Cheng Youran: … almost done

But when she raised her head and met Lu Zixiao’s dark eyes, his eyes contained imperceptible expectations, like a Siamese cat coquettishly begging her to be smooth.

Such gaze…Who can stand it?

I’m sorry, Xie Jinzhou.

Cheng Youran took a deep breath and spoke for ten minutes: “Xie Jinzhou can’t be compared with you at all. If you insist, it will be one world at a time…”

“Who is the sky and who is the earth?”

Lu Zixiao pricked his ears and listened very carefully.

“Of course you are heaven and he is earth!”

Cheng Youran answered categorically.

Then she saw Lu Zixiao, who had always been cold-faced, smiled. When he smiled, his eyebrows were crooked, like a spring breeze, and he looked like two people coldly before.

But after a while, he remembered something, and said in a serious tone: “Cheng Youran, don’t think I am a coaxing person.”

He looked away: “I’m just drunk.”

Cheng Youran couldn’t help but speak, with a slightly cautious tone: “Did you forget… I am an actor?”

As soon as she finished her words, Lu Zixiao’s expression changed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, green and white, his handsome face was stained with a clear blush, and he said in shame, “Sleep!”

“Okay, Brother Lu.”

The light switch was at hand, and Cheng Youran turned the light off (quite) very (for) the main reason (regretfully). It was the first time she saw Lu Zixiao’s wonderful expression.

The bedroom was instantly dark.

…

After this incident, the actor Cheng Youran had not seen Lu Zixiao for more than half a week, probably because he felt it hurt his face, and it was the time to start “Wind Hua” in a flash.

She woke up early and was sitting at the table drinking shredded chicken porridge.

Jiang Rong got up very early today. She cut open a triangle bag and asked worriedly: “Are you and Zixiao all right recently?”

Cheng Youran took a meal with the porridge: “He…is rather shy.”

Cheng Youran spoke more tactfully. If she told Lu Zixiao pretending to be drunk, she might not be able to see the sun tomorrow.

This was a strong smile in Jiang Rong’s eyes. His son knew that he had been indifferent and indifferent since he was a child. The word shy has nothing to do with him.

Jiang Rong didn’t ask any more, Cheng Youran didn’t think much, and continued to drink shredded chicken porridge.

Unexpectedly, after dinner, Jiang Rong secretly gave her a bank card: “There are seven million in the card, and the password is 111111.”

Cheng You received the bank card blankly: “Mom, what are you doing?”

As soon as she wanted to shirk, Jiang Rong patted her shoulder in relief, and gave her a distressed look: “I can’t spend enough money. If you don’t want me, I will throw it to Donghai.”

Cheng Youran: …Thank you so much

Cheng Youran did not refuse either. Her card was still at Lu Zixiao’s place. She was really short of money. Jiang Rong would return the card in the future. She put the card in her pocket: “Thank you mom.”

Seeing that she had accepted, Jiang Rong heaved a sigh of relief. When he walked to the second floor, he turned his head and exclaimed: “Women should be nice to themselves, and men can live wonderfully alone.”

Cheng Youran nodded suspiciously. This sentence was originally correct, but it was a bit strange for Jiang Rong, who was in love.

Before Lu Zhengrong went to the UK to take charge of mergers and acquisitions, she would have a temper if she didn’t see Lu Zhengrong for a day.

Could it be…

Fang Liuyun led the styling team into the door, and happened to see Cheng Youran standing in a daze by the stairs. She smiled, “What’s wrong with you?”

Unexpectedly, someone asked, Cheng Youran couldn’t help but say what was in his heart: “I think my mother-in-law may be divorced.”

Fang Liuyun: …Isn’t it more like you and Mr. Lu are about to divorce?

She vaguely knew from Gao Qiao that Cheng Youran and Lu Zixiao were having a conflict, and no one could tell Cheng Youran before him.

“hurry up.”

The stylist Ye Zhinan spit out a few words coldly and glanced at Cheng Youran, “You stayed up late last night, the dark circles on your face can’t be covered.”

Cheng Youran nodded awkwardly. Today, “Feng Hua” started up. She was so nervous that she didn’t sleep well all night, and kept memorizing her lines.

However, Ye Zhinan said that it was “unconcealable”, but after four hours, Cheng Youran looked at her full-length and full-length mirror in front of her full-length mirror, showing no sign of staying up late.

…

South Bay, the set of “Wind and Flower”.

Suddenly it rained heavily, heavy raindrops slapped on people’s faces, and Yan Junze got out of the car under the umbrella.

As soon as he appeared, fans outside the set began to scream, overwhelming the sound of rain, and some fans even shouted his name while crying.

Because of his name, it is a flourishing age.

No one expected the rain. Fans were all wet by the rain, but they still called Yan Junze’s name over and over again.

Yan Junze frowned and watched the crew on the set began to distribute raincoats. She walked to a man wearing glasses: “Director Yuan, do you have any extra raincoats?”

The studio is far away from the city, and the nearest store is more than ten kilometers away. You can’t buy raincoats at all. His fans are a group of young girls, and getting in the rain is not good for your health.

“Some and some.”

Deputy Director Yuan hurriedly replied, they bought fifty packs of disposable raincoats in one go, and the price was cheap, and he was happy to give Yan Junze a favor.

“thanks.”

Yan Junze turned his head and smiled at the fans, then walked to the seat and sat down, waiting for the start of the booting ceremony.

He opened “Nationwide Cultivation”, and there was only one person in his friends list—Xiao Yuzi. She was not online, so he turned off his phone with a little disappointment.

For the first time he noticed that she was on the Billboard, and at a speed that shocked the whole server, he pressed his friend to apply with a trembling hand, but she did not expect her to agree.

He was accustomed to spawning monsters and dungeons by himself, but Xiao Yuzi was very enthusiastic about teaming up with him. He was a little unaccustomed to playing games alone, and felt lonely.

A few days ago, the gang team fought, he heard her voice for the first time, as he imagined, soft and cute, cute enough to explode.

When Yan Junze thought of her, his eyebrows were filled with a smile, incredibly gentle, this scene was filmed by his fans.

“Ahhhhhh, Junze smiled!”

“So gentle, I’ve never seen him smile like this.”

“Today’s son is so sweet.”

Soon Deputy Director Yuan came over to the fans outside the set holding the raincoat, with a smile on his face: “Emperor Yan is afraid that you will catch a cold from the rain. Let me come and give you raincoats.”

“Thank you director.”

“Thank you so much.”

“Thank you, director, and I have to ask you to take care of my Junze during this time.”

The fans took the raincoats one by one, expressing their gratitude to Assistant Director Yuan and their relationship with Junze Yan. Assistant Director Yuan smiled and nodded: “Don’t worry.”

Suddenly, in a corner, several people of all ages looked at them holding a “Cheng Youran” sign.

After they talked in a low voice for a while, a young man who looked like a college student walked over to Deputy Director Yan and said politely: “Director, do you still have a raincoat here?”

“A fan of Cheng Youran?”

Deputy Director Yuan asked gently.

“Yes, we have been on the train for a long time.” The young man replied politely, “I’m not afraid of rain. The main reason is that there are two girls who can’t catch cold.”

“Gone.”

Deputy Director Yuan held the one or two raincoats left in his hand, and his tone was cold, “The studio is not allowed to visit the class at will, please go quickly!”

If it weren’t for Cheng Youran, how could his niece enter the detention center? I want him to give a raincoat, no way.

“Then how can they?”

The young man asked suspiciously.

Yan Junze’s fans were also a little worried. Assistant Director Yuan gave them a reassuring look, “They registered before, have you registered?”

“No, no.”

The young man was speechless for a while.

“If you don’t leave now, I will ask the security guard to drive you away.” Deputy Director Yuan said sternly, then turned around and left without looking back, “Why everyone has fans.”

How come everyone has fans…

Immediately, someone made a few tacit chuckles in all directions. Cheng Youran was not there, and they looked maliciously at this early fan.

The young man had a dumb mouth and could not speak. He was sweating profusely and explained incoherently: “Cheng Youran is no one. She grew up in a low-income family. She needs a lot of hard work to be admitted to Beijing Film…”

His hair and clothes were all wet with rain, and he looked embarrassed. Suddenly a girl rushed out of the corner. She hugged her companion comfortingly, and then ran to Assistant Director Yuan who was about to enter the set.

“Director, wait.”

Tian Xiaohe ran out of breath.

Assistant Director Yuan stopped irritably, and the **** was endless. He turned his head and saw that it was an eighteen or nine-year-old girl whose loose white T-shirt was soaked by the rain, which showed that she was extremely inconsistent with her pure face. Body.

His gaze paused in front of the girl’s chest|. This type has not been played before, and he licked his mouth: “You want a raincoat? Come with me.”