Chapter 110 Becoming Popular (37)
that's all.
Wait until Zhou Ye has had enough.
Fu Wenjun has become a red shrimp.
Now Zhou Ye felt comfortable and at ease, so she pushed Fu Wenjun away without hesitation.
"Okay."
The man was stunned for a moment, but he quickly sat up, his gray gown rumpled under the pressure.
Zhou Ye happily crossed the beads in his hands and opened his eyes to look at Fu Wenjun.
"What's wrong?"
“My seared white shrimp.”
Uncover the pot.
The water has dried up, the shrimp is half-baked, the salt has caked on it, and a good pot of shrimp is ruined.
The man stared at the red shrimps in the pot for a long time, then took a deep breath.
no.
He has never been intimidated by anyone in such a big mess in the entertainment industry. How could he let Zhou Ye play with him?
After pouring a pot of shrimps, the exquisite director was so angry that he lost his appetite.
After throwing down the shovel and walking out of the kitchen, Zhou Ye's voice came.
She was on the phone. No need to think about it, it must be the unprofessional lawyer from last night.
Fu Wenjun came out with a plate of fruit and a plate of toast, and placed the plate on the table with a bang.
"The shrimps are burnt and all we have at home is bread."
Fu Wenjun came up to Zhou Ye to talk. As soon as he got close, the breeze flowed into his body. Zhou Ye liked this kind of contact, so he let him lean against him.
On the other end of the phone, Lawyer Xu opened the contract and listened to the voice on the phone, his fingertips tensed slightly.
"Ms. Zhou moved out of the hotel?"
Fu Wenjun could hear the voice on the phone, and while chewing bread, he poked the cherries on the plate casually.
Zhou Ye picked up a strawberry and stuffed it into his mouth, eating it while answering.
"No, in."
Is Fu Wenjun considered a friend? Zhou Ye never had random relationships, so she hesitated for a while and continued.
“Drinking at someone I know’s house.”
A cherry flew out of the plate and fell to the floor with a thud.
Fu Wenjun threw away the fork in his hand, straightened his back, and stared at Zhou Ye in disbelief, his narrow and beautiful eyes filled with: What are you talking about? !
The phone was hung up. Some things were more convenient to talk to in person.
Zhou Ye was going to find Lawyer Xu, so she looked at Fu Wenjun.
"Are you going out?"
The man was sitting on the other end of the sofa, more than two meters away, his slim and tall back motionless.
Zhou Ye frowned, he was so far away, how could he suck it?
So she moved to Fu Wenjun and patted him gently.
"What's wrong?"
Fu Wenjun was kind to her, and she had benefited from him. In addition, he was fair and handsome, so Zhou Ye's patience with him was about as long as a football field.
In comparison, her patience with Oow is only as big as a football.
After a long while, the man turned his face away and raised his eyes, showing dissatisfaction and anger.
"I am the person you know. What does it have to do with you whether I go out or not?"
Zhou Ye thought for a while.
"Are the two related?"
Aowu couldn't stand it anymore, so he opened a romance novel and muttered something.
"Your harsh words were like a sharp knife to him, piercing into his heart mercilessly. The blood dripped and bright roses bloomed on the white floor."< br>
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Zhou Ye clutched the beads in his hand.
Ouch throw away the book.
"The common saying is that he likes you and hopes to get your attention, but your attitude just now hurt him, so he is very angry now, but I think it is more sad. Human beings are like this, mother-in-law, mother-in-law, a little bit Not simply.”
(End of chapter)