Jiang Liwen was stunned and said, "It's me."

The door opened at the speed of the Fai imagined. Ye Fanli stood by the door, looking at her with dark black eyes, with the smell of shower gel on her body.

Obviously, he had just finished taking a shower, and he was naked with his upper body, his bath towel on his waist, his hair was wet, and water dripped down. The expression on his face was something else than usual.

Jiang Liwen walked in and did not look at him, but walked directly inside. The smell of alcohol came overwhelming. Did he drink?

Ye Fanli's fingers froze, and he grabbed the person with a bit of ruthlessness in his tone: "No matter what you hear, I won't allow you to leave."

"When did I say I was leaving?" Jiang Liwennai smiled.

Ye Fanli was stunned.

Jiang Liwen pulled the dry towel from the bathroom and said to him: "Low your head down."

Ye Fanli did what she said.

Jiang Liwen wiped his half-wet hair and said, "Assistant Chen told me that you are in a bad mood..."

Ye Fanli nodded.

"You have to work even if you are in a bad mood." Jiang Liwen smiled: "You said that when I was at work."

"I don't want to go today." Ye Fanli glanced at his thin lips.

Jiang Liwen looked at him with a little confusion: "Are you... willful?"

Ye Fanli was a little careless: "That's right."

With a little listless tone, Jiang Liwen realized that Ye Fanli's face was very bad, and her expression seemed to be patient: "What's wrong with you? Is your stomach hurting again?"

Ye Fanli's waist arched slightly, and his thick eyebrows were twisted into a ball:

Jiang Liwen reached out to hold him, and her voice was filled with anxiety: "Wait a minute, I'll help you get your stomach medicine. I bought a lot of them under the coffee table."

Ye Fanli nodded and sat on the sofa. His slender eyes were half-closed because of pain. In his blurry sight, Jiang Liwen was holding water and medicine. The mist fog trace that had just disappeared in his chest, and the pain seemed not that difficult.

Jiang Liwen was feeding him water and hit a whiskey bottle under her feet. After looking carefully, she found that there was more lying beside the sofa.

How much wine did this man drink?

Jiang Liwen stood up and wanted to make some pear soup for him to quench him.

Before he could leave the sofa, Ye Fanli had already forced himself to sit up: "Wenwen."

"?" Jiang Liwen stopped.

"You heard that phone call." Ye Fanli did not use a question, but a affirmative sentence.

Jiang Liwen squatted down and said, "That's right, I heard it. Why do you think so much about this person? You always lie to me."

Ye Fanli grabbed her hand, probably because of her illness, and the sound of being weaker and less powerful. With so much whiskey drinking, he looked a little child-like angry, "I know you can't accept me lying to you, but Jiang Liwen, I don't know why I did this, but I just can't let you go... Also, can you stop leaving..."

It was hard for Jiang Liwen to believe that Ye Fanli would even say something similar to the request.

Only then did she understand.

It turns out that she is the one who gives people the least sense of security.

Jiang Liwen covered his big palm with her backhand and whispered: "I... know, I won't leave."

Ye Fanli closed his eyes again, like a quiet prince, with thick eyelashes slapped on his face, and his length was a bit incredible.

The next day, he woke up completely and saw Jiang Liwen sleeping soundly by the sofa with his hands tightly grasping her hands. The coldness in his eyes gradually melted into a pool of spring water, which seemed to be able to suck a person's soul in.

The next moment, he turned over and got out of the bed, picked up Jiang Liwen with heartache, kicked open the bedroom door, and placed her on a large Italian-made bed covered with white sheets. He bent down and reached out to wrap her long hair, and his thin lips were printed on her smooth head. Then he took off his shoes and lay on the bed, with his big palm blocking her waist, and the corners of his mouth were filled with a happy arc.

It seems that he doesn't have to worry anymore, she knows the truth.

Moreover, he was originally a good at tricks.

He wouldn't care what others think of him, as long as she didn't leave, it would be fine...

The thin sunlight spread on two intimate figures, with fingers connected, so tightly that it makes people feel warm...

The next day, the crew of "Xianxia" was completed.

At the reporter's interview meeting, several promotional videos were played one after another.

Director Li Mi, who came from the UK, watched the whole film and gave Jiang Liwen a high evaluation. He even held a public meeting at the interview that he intended to accept Jiang Liwen as his disciple.

This has another revelation for the reporters. The camera in their hands flashed without listening, and they all wanted to report the news as soon as possible.

Compared to this side, the atmosphere of the starring actors on the other side was a bit different.

The male and female protagonists were both standing on the stage, accepting interviews from the reporters with a smile on their lips.

Lin Jingxuan lowered his voice and said in a tone that only he and Vivi could hear: "You are so far away from me, are you going to tell the whole world that the male and female protagonists of "Xianxia" are not in harmony outside the play?"

"We are mortal enemies, King Lin." Vivian curled her thin lips, looked at the camera with a three-point handsome look, and her tone was too cold or hot, as if she was just saying a fact.

Lin Jingxuan laughed evilly and reached out and placed his hand on her waist: "Don't worry, I'm not so hungry that I'll eat your tofu. I'll sacrifice a lot for this movie, okay, mortal enemy."

"Since that's the case, you should put down your pig's claws." Vivian glanced at him. This person had been in a ten-year bad relationship. He could hug him casually whether he liked or didn't like it.

Lin Jingxuan tightened his arm, and his voice became a little cold: "I said that it was for the sake of the film. Everyone is adults. Work is work, and personal emotions are private emotions. You always bring personal emotions to work like this. This is not something an artist should do. Or has I seriously affected your work?" Speaking of this, Lin Jingxuan lowered his body slightly, and every word was ambiguous: "That way, you can't forget that night at all? Hum?"

"Lin Jingxuan, shut up!" Vivian took a deep breath, turned his head and continued to greet the reporters, his voice low: "Everyone has ever been ignorant, it's just a love affair between men and women. Don't King Lin feel that way?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Jingxuan narrowed his eyes and looked at her.

Vivian lifted her chin without giving in.

When your eyes meet, you can hear the sound of thunderous sparks.

Jiang Liwen looked at her from a distance, her eyes low and her deep meaning. In order to prevent the two from arguing, she walked into the middle, put her hand on Vivian's shoulder, and began to accept media interviews.

Jiang Liwen answered very well whether it was the selection of the protagonist or the ideas about the film.

"Xianxia" became popular again and again, like a storm. It just happened to be moved to the screen and swept across major rankings, which no one expected.

They predicted that the TV series would become popular, but they did not expect it to be so popular.

Even the young people who rarely watch TV series gave up anime and joined the ranks of chasing fairy tales.

If the first time is accidental, then the second time is definitely a rare talent.

Jiang Liwen was finally recognized and became a household screenwriter!

This is not the most surprising one.

The most surprising thing is that there is a call without any warning.

When Jiang Liwen answered the phone, she was drinking water. After hearing her words, she coughed violently: "You, what did you say?"
Chapter completed!