11

On Sunday, Luo Zihan played with Fu Jiawen, and Zhong Qiao went to film school with peace of mind.

For her, acting classes were no longer of much use. She just wanted to have traces of her performance level (leave evidence of her efforts to improve her acting skills), so she didn't put on too many disguises and simply put on a hat and went out.

Considering her current status as a celebrity, she was worried that there would be no paparazzi to attend her holiday activities, so she thoughtfully paid to hire paparazzi to take pictures of her daily classes.

At home, Fu Yanchen finished his morning run, changed his clothes and had breakfast.

He seemed to ask casually, "My wife hasn't gotten up yet?"

Aunt Guo, who had just returned from vacation a few days ago, said, "My wife had breakfast early in the morning and went out, saying she was going to take an acting class."

"Yes." Fu Yanchen responded lightly, got up and walked towards the study.

He stayed in front of the computer for a while, turned on the screen of his mobile phone, glanced at it briefly, and then closed it again.

This cycle happened several times. He didn't know what information he was waiting for. Finally, he got up impatiently and went downstairs to get some water.

Chu Qian just came here five minutes ago. Her aunt went to call Fu Jiawen, and she was entertained on the sofa.

Seeing Fu Yanchen's small building, she stood up nervously and happily, "Brother Chen, you are at home."

Chu Qian was called by Chen Bihua to play with Fu Jiawen, and he did not waste his time and opened it for her. Salary: one hundred yuan an hour.

Fu Yanchen looked up and said, "Jiawen is upstairs."

"Yeah, I know, Aunt Guo went to call him." The tips of Chu Qian's ears felt a little hot, "Is Sister Qiao at home?"

"She went out to the refrigerator for something. There is some food and drink in there, so you can take what you want." Fu Yanchen poured the water, greeted him politely, and went back to the study.

Fu Jiawen and Luo Zihan came down from upstairs.

"Sister Chu, why are you here?"

Fu Jiawen didn't know that Sister Chu was coming. If he had known earlier, he would have called her in advance to tell her not to come. He still wanted to continue playing Lego with his aunt, but the three of them together were a bit cumbersome, so he could only settle for playing Monopoly.

Chu Qian was Luo Zihan's senior sister. The two had met several times at Fu's house before, and they quickly became familiar with each other.

"Sister Chu, it's your turn to throw the dice."

"Ah...ok." Chu Qian was a little absent-minded, glancing towards the stairs from time to time.

Luo Zihan noticed it and didn't understand what Chu Qian was looking at, so he also looked at the stairwell.

Chu Qian suddenly said, "Jiawen, do you want to eat a yogurt bowl?"

Fu Jiawen had no resistance to delicious food and nodded his head honestly.

"Where's Zihan? Do you want something to drink?"

"American style, thank you."

Chu Qian first made Fu Jiawen's yogurt bowl, then made two cups of American style and her own latte, and put the yogurt bowl and Luo Zihan's American style over. Finally, she touched up her lipstick and took another glass of American wine to the study room.

Luo Zihan's eyes paused on Chu Qian's back for a second and frowned.

"Come in."

Hearing the knock on the door, Fu Yanchen thought it was Fu Jiawen coming to see him, but it turned out to be Chu Qian.

"What's the matter?"

"Brother Chen, when I was making yogurt cups for Jiawen, I made you an American cup."

"Let's leave it for now." Fu Yanchen nodded slightly and focused on the computer again.

Chu Qian walked over slowly, and when she reached Fu Yanchen's side, she seemed to have accidentally tripped. The coffee spilled on Fu Yanchen's suit pants and stained the bottom of his shirt.

Chu Qian panicked and wiped him with her hands. She spoke in a weak and aggrieved voice, looking pitiful, "I'm sorry, Brother Chen."

Fu Yanchen grabbed her wrist and threw it away, a little offended. Annoyed, "You go out first."

"I still have an untouched latte downstairs. I'll go get it."

"No need." Fu Yanchen stopped her, feeling more and more that she had no sense of boundaries, and her voice remained constant. Shen Leng said, "I don't want to drink coffee now. You are a guest. Just let Auntie do these things."

"It doesn't matter..."

Fu Yanchen suppressed the impatience in his heart and said, "I still have something to do. If there is nothing else, please go out . "

Chu Qian is not a person who doesn't understand words and emotions. On the contrary, she is very thoughtful. Her efforts failed, and she was also annoyed by Fu Yanchen. When she thought of this, her nose felt sore, and the knuckle of her index finger was pinched out by her thumb. A red mark.

I barely said "ok" and went downstairs in despair.

Seeing Chu Qian's look like this, Luo Zihan, who was familiar with the rich and famous novels, showed an intriguing expression, and his attitude towards Chu Qian became much colder.

Of course, Chu Qian didn't stay long before leaving. Instead of taking a taxi back to school immediately, she walked around aimlessly and then dialed Chen Bihua's number.

-When

Zhong Qiao came home, Fu Jiawen had not returned from his interest class, and Luo Zihan had also returned to school. She was lying on the sofa doing nothing, looking at the "candid photos" that the paparazzi gave her feedback.

"Sister Guo, can you make me an Orange C Americano and a sandwich?"

The original owner is an authentic Yanjing native, but Zhong Qiao was born in Jiangnan, so the pronunciation will be slightly different, with the added tenderness and gentleness of Jiangnan beauties. When using modal particles, it sounds like coquettishness.

"Okay." Aunt Guo responded with a smile, met Aunt Song in the kitchen, and whispered, "My wife seems to be different from before."

Aunt Guo couldn't tell what was different, but she just felt better than before . .

Aunt Song also liked to see the "difference" of the wife, but she still "shushed" and reminded, "Don't talk about the wife's affairs."

Fu Yanchen originally planned to go out for some activities, but when he went downstairs and saw Zhong Qiao, he couldn't help but He sat down on the sofa, stared at the orange drink in Zhong Qiao's hand for a while, and asked, "What are you drinking?"

"Orange C Americano." Zhong Qiao raised his eyebrows, "That's it. American Ripe with orange juice, do you want to try it?"

Fu Yanchen didn't answer. Zhong Qiao thought he didn't want to drink this kind of "imported" coffee, so he didn't feel surprised and continued to take a sip calmly.

"Let me try." Fu Yanchen said suddenly.

Zhong Qiao raised his eyebrows in surprise and handed the cup to him without disdain.

Fu Yanchen took a tentative taste and then put the cup down as if nothing had happened.

"How is it?" She was looking forward to his feedback.

Fu Yanchen really didn't understand why juice was added to the good American style. He glanced at Zhong Qiao and said without changing his face, "It's okay."

"Yeah, you have the same taste as me."

[Not seen He praises others too much, and also praises himself too. ]

[You are the most shameless host I have ever had. ]

[...Today's task of boasting is completed. 】

Hearing the system prompt, the corner of Zhong Qiao's mouth raised and continued, "I love orange C American style. Pomelo C is also good. The sweet and sour taste in the juice just dilutes the bitterness of the coffee. It's refreshing and delicious. Do you want to drink it alone? One cup? I'll make it."

Fu Yanchen wanted to stop it, but when he saw Zhong Qiao eager to try, he remembered that this was the first time Zhong Qiao had cooked something for him. He hesitated and said, "Okay.

" Unexpectedly, the American drink he drank just before dinner kept him awake very late.

Luo Zihan had the second bedroom vacant after returning to school. He didn't expect Zhong Qiao to stay in the master bedroom.

Next to her, she was breathing heavily and was already asleep. He turned on the bedside lamp, got up and went to the balcony to smoke.

He was leaning on the railing, holding a cigarette between his fingertips, and his mind was empty. His attention was attracted by a rabbit lantern hanging in the backyard.

It is a lamp transformed from a cardboard box, pieced together to create a rabbit lamp shape.

This is a task assigned by Fu Jiawen's teacher to the children (parents) as the Mid-Autumn Festival approaches. He was originally planning to drive one out tonight, but his son told him that the rabbit lantern was ready. He proudly showed his little tiger teeth and said, " Mom helped me make the frame, and then I painted the lantern. Isn't it super beautiful?"

Fu Yanchen looked at the rabbit lantern with soft eyes for a long time, until the cigarette in his hand was about to burn out, and he put out the tail of the cigarette. Throw it into the ashtray aside.

When he turned around and returned to the room, his careless steps suddenly froze.

Zhong Qiao wore a black lace suspender nightgown tonight. She was facing the balcony at the moment, and the hem of the skirt was rubbed up to her thighs.

Under the illumination of the moonlight and bedside lamp, it is the ultimate contrast between white and black.

Fu Yanchen's throat felt a little itchy and he lit another cigarette.

It wasn't just him who couldn't sleep.

In the evening, a photo of Zhong Qiao appearing at the film academy became a hot search topic.

#中秋 female college student#

#中秋影视学综合#

"Who can't say that she is a female college student after watching this? This is the white moonlight on campus in the minds of many people."

"Qiaoqiao is really a model worker in the industry. When she is not filming, I'm still taking acting classes to improve my acting skills."

"Isn't that really a black man upstairs? What else does your family have besides his face? Isn't it self-humiliation to talk about acting skills?"

Netizens have mixed opinions. Fortunately, Zhong Qiao is just a young man. Traffic, related entries were pushed down within a few hours.

Ying Hui tossed and turned, his mind filled with the photos of Zhong Qiao, and he felt more and more that Zhong Qiao was very shaping.

Her usual image is that of a bright and beautiful lady, but now she is bare-faced and simply wears casual clothes, which really makes her look like a pure girl.

After turning over so many times, he couldn't sleep anymore. He turned on the small lamp beside the bed. Through the dim light, he glanced at his fiancée's back, and then took out his mobile phone.

Posted a message in Moments that was only visible to Zhong Qiao: [I can't sleep late at night, I miss you. ]

After posting, he clicked on Zhong Qiao's Moments and saw that it was visible for three days. He exited and browsed her Weibo, and found that it was all business promotion with no personal feelings.

He was even more upset and eager to know what Zhong Qiao was up to. Suddenly, he remembered Zhong Qiao's fan account that hadn't been updated for a long time. It recorded every detail of Zhong Qiao's fandom when he was an amateur.

He suddenly felt energetic, sat up straight, read it once, and then read it a second time with unfulfilled interest.

Half an hour later, he clicked on his circle of friends, but there was no movement... An hour later, there was still no movement.

When he got up the next day, the first thing he did was check Moments, and then he turned off the screen of his phone in frustration.

From that night on, he decided to break off the relationship with Zhong Qiao, but Zhong Qiao really started to keep a distance from him, and he felt a little psychologically unbalanced.

She had obviously liked him so passionately before, but the speed of letting him go caught him off guard. He called his assistant and said, "Hey, it's me. Contact the media you are familiar with and I will give him some information."

That night, Zhong Qiao's name appeared on the hot search again.

But what was different from yesterday was that one of them exploded directly.