Chapter 286 (2/2)

”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!”