Another year has passed, and a cultural export was planned by Qingfeng Film and Television and many large enterprises.

They have successfully created a culture that is transported into the Western market and have brought the entire Chinese to profit.

As the leader of this plan, Wang Qing has not taken on many scenes this year. He just finished filming the movie Jianxian, and Zhang Zifeng has no new works. They have not even participated in the new season of a beautiful life.

Wang Qing’s side is because of what he said at the beginning.

He will not let work affect his family and life, and he cannot let the past happen again.

When Wang Qing was busy with this matter, he thought that after the end, he would spend more time on his family, and at least he would not spend most of his time on work as usual.

So after such a big thing is completed, he just wants to have a good rest.

On Zhang Zifeng's side, it took a whole year because of a new work...

...

On a sunny afternoon, a white car slowly drove on the road leading to the suburbs.

While driving, Zhang Zifeng observed pedestrians on the road from time to time.

Since she became a screenwriter and an author, she has always liked to observe every bit of life like this.

Sometimes a small thing that you accidentally see in life can become her inspiration for creation. This habit has actually happened when she was an actor, but as a screenwriter, you have to observe it more carefully now.

For example, a group of people running on the roadside now.

This road is next to the riverside. In addition to many communities nearby that are priced from the city center, there are also green parks.

Although it was afternoon, it was not yet evening.

It’s about five o’clock in summer, and it’s the time when the sun is softer in the day.

Many sports experts like this will go out to exercise and run at this point in time, but in this big city with a fast pace of life, only a few people who do not have life pressure can enjoy it, so they are basically middle-aged and elderly people, and few young people.

Most young people in this city just got off work at this time, just like her.

As an ordinary office worker, the world of happiness is to get off work early and have more free time.

Then the time for Truman's activity may have to be changed.

Zhang Zifeng was thinking in his heart.

At this time, the screen of the phone she placed next to the steering wheel lit up, and what appeared in front of her was a happy double-person screensaver, and then the phone rang.

He casually stretched out his finger and slid the screen to answer the phone. Zhang Zifeng said lazily, "Don't urge me, I'm almost here."

She seemed to have expected what the person on the other side of the phone would say.

"You are not on time today, and you have clearly agreed to get off work at 4:30."

On the phone, Wang Qing's voice was a little helpless, "Don't you know that staying in the company for one more minute is to devote one more minute of your life to the company?"

"This is our own company!"

Zhang Zifeng rolled his eyes, "You have seen a company in Guangzhou that can get off work on time at 4:30. You are already enough to stumble. If I were like you, then our company's executives would be dissatisfied."

"What are you not convinced? Just find an excuse for socializing. Isn't it over when I get home from get off work? Now the bosses are like this. I think Brother Hu, Sister Mi and others do this." Wang Qing gave her a bad idea.

"Okay, okay, let's talk about it when you get home. You can't talk for a long time when driving." Zhang Zifeng replied impatiently, then hung up the phone.

The car was quiet for a long time before she sighed helplessly.

Why are you so clingy...

...

When we got home, the sun had not set yet.

The gate of the courtyard was open. Zhang Zifeng drove to the door and happened to see Wang Qing weeding in the courtyard under the red sky.

Under the sunlight, he seemed to hear the noise, straightened his back and looked back and forth at the door.

After seeing Zhang Zifeng, he raised his smile and waved to her.

Although the distance is not close, Zhang Zifeng sat in the car, looking at him waving and smirking while inexplicably thinking... it looks very good?

She quickly shook her head and threw away the strange thoughts in her mind. She drove the car from the other side of the road into the underground garage, and then she took the elevator back home.

When he returned to the courtyard, Wang Qing seemed to have cleaned up the weeds and was waiting for something with his arms open.

Looking at him funny, Zhang Zifeng walked over with a doting heart and stretched out his hand, "Your back is wet and you don't think it's dirty."

She disliked her, but the force on her palm was quite strong.

I don’t know if people are pretty, they are handsome no matter what they do.

Even though Wang Qing is now covered in sweat mixed with the smell of soil and weeds because of weeding, she still doesn't smell bad, but instead feels it has a fatal attraction.

He leaned his cheek against his chest and watched the crystal beads of sweat slide from his face to his neck, and then flowed from his neck to his collarbone...

Gudong.

Unconsciously, she swallowed, then she seemed to realize something and quickly raised her head.

Then, Zhang Zifeng met Wang Qing's smile-like gaze.

"What were you thinking just now?" Wang Qing asked in a gentle voice, teasing the little girl who knew about work all day long.

The former immatureness is no longer visible to her. Now Zhang Zifeng has graduated from school and has become a real social person.

Moreover, her work experience and social experience are no longer comparable to those fresh graduates.

She is now one of the real executives of Qingfeng Film and Television. She is no longer in the company as she used to be. She is exercising supervision rights as her interim screenwriter and Wang Qing's girlfriend.

Before he knew it, the girl who had been following his butt all day long and could only look at his back had already walked to him and truly had the ability to help him.

Although he knew that he had seen through his heart, Zhang Zifeng still replied stubbornly: "I...I'm thinking about what to eat tonight."

"Your eyes have revealed everything, you little erotic girl."

Wang Qing stared at her half-squinted, and after a while, he picked her up suddenly, "It's not good for your health. Let's exercise first before dinner. You see, you've gained a lot of weight recently."

His tall and strong body picked up Zhang Zifeng, which was simply too relaxed. Even if she kept struggling in her arms, it did not affect his pace at all.

"I'm so tired from get off work, let me go!"

"It's okay, I'll do it today. You'll just enjoy it while you're lying down and enjoying it."

"Wang Qing!"
Chapter completed!