A dazzling golden sunlight penetrated the thin gauze window and shone into the room, illuminating the whole room, revealing the two bodies of Zhengxiang who were sleeping on the big bed in the middle of the room, snuggling with each other.

"Crash..." A low and pleasant sound of waves sounded beside the pillow.

On the big bed, a snow-white arm stretched out from under the thin quilt, and casually pushed away the long hair scattered on his cheeks, revealing a mature and beautiful face. Is this person exactly who Xu Ziqing is?

Xu Ziqing picked up the phone that kept ringing from the bedside table and looked at it. She muttered dissatisfiedly, and reached out to shake the person next to her and said softly, "Afeng, it's already eight o'clock, it's time to get up!"

"Wife... let me sleep for a while. I just slept for a few hours." Yang Feng, who was lying next to him, opened his eyes in a daze and hugged Xu Ziqing in his arms again.

"I can't sleep anymore, I still have to go to work."

Xu Ziqing struggled to get up, but because Yang Feng held her hand and couldn't get up, she was familiar with Yang Feng's weakness and reached out to scratch his armpits. Yang Feng, who was tickling, had no choice but to let go of his right hand. Xu Ziqing was able to take the opportunity to sit up and reveal her infinitely beautiful body.

"Okay, you dare to treat your husband like this. Let me see how I deal with you." Yang Feng, who was so sleepy that he was so angry that he sat up and threw the beauty on the bed, stretched her head over and started to make trouble. After a while, he thrust his body and Xiao Yang Feng immediately entered a familiar and tight harbor alley.

"Oh... Stop making trouble... Last night you... wanted it... so many times, why isn't it enough!"

A coquettish protest quickly rang in the room, but the protest quickly turned into a moving harmony. The morning exercise did not stop until more than an hour later. At this time, Xu Ziqing was so tired that she couldn't even move her fingers.

"Bad guy, I haven't seen you for more than a month. I know how to make trouble as soon as I come back."

Xu Ziqing was lying in her husband's arms, her pretty face full of joy after extreme joy. After a while, she turned around and bit her neat teeth marks hard on her husband's chest.

“Oh…”

Yang Feng, who was in pain, hugged his delicate body again, turned over and pressed under him and said viciously: "How dare you murder your husband? Do you believe it or not, I will rectify you on the ground immediately?"

Feeling the powerful power of her lover's body, Xu Ziqing was so scared that she begged for mercy, "I dare not, I really dare not, you spare me!"

Looking at the beauty whose pretty face changed color after being scared, Yang Feng proudly let her go and got up to wash.

After Yang Feng finished washing up, Xu Ziqing, who had just recovered for a while, just now lazily got into Yang Feng's arms in his pajamas and twisted his waist several times.

"It's all your fault. I can't go to work in the morning."

Yang Feng patted the beautiful woman in her arms with no concern and patted the perky buttocks of the beautiful woman in her arms: "What are you afraid of? I'll call you later and tell Zhang Sicheng, it's nothing wrong anyway. And who in the company doesn't know that you are my woman, and who dares to say you."

"That's not possible. You have to rely on your own abilities to do things. I don't want people to gossip." Xu Ziqing sat up straight and stared at Yang Feng's eyes and said seriously.

"Okay... OK, I respect your opinion, okay." Yang Feng shook his head helplessly. He knew that this would be the case. He had known Xu Ziqing for several years. He knew very well that although Xu Ziqing was gentle, she was very tough in her bones. Staying at home as a housewife or a vase was not her personality.

Seeing that Ailang did not blame him, Xu Ziqing felt sweet in her heart. She stood up from Ailang's arms and leaned over to kiss him in the face, "I knew you were the best. You can prepare for it too, and you will go to the airport later."

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot." Yang Feng woke up and looked at his watch and stood up.

"Yes, it's too late to go if you don't go. Wife, take me to the airport."

Seeing Yang Feng's anxious look, even though Xu Ziqing had already been prepared, she couldn't help feeling a little sore, "I'm not your wife. Your wife is filming in Beijing. I haven't seen her for several months, so I must be panicked."

Even though Yang Feng had experienced so many things, he couldn't help but blushed, "Look, it's coming again. If you want, let's go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get the certificate immediately."

Xu Ziqing's pretty face darkened and she shook her head: "Forget it, I'm just talking. I can see that Miss Yan is a good woman. There are not many women like her in the entertainment industry who are self-disciplined. You have to seize the opportunity."

Yang Feng didn't say anything, turned around and hugged her tightly. He smelled the faint and refreshing fragrance from her body, and felt a sense of peace in his heart...

Two hours later, the plane Yang Feng was on stopped slowly at Yanjing International Airport. When Yang Feng walked out of the exit passage, he saw a young man standing on the roadside holding a cardboard with Yang Feng's name written on it, looking around.

Yang Feng took the initiative to walk over and greet him, "Hello, I am Yang Feng."

"Hello, hello." The young man wearing a black trousers and a blue short-sleeved shirt and a pair of shiny leather shoes on his feet quickly stepped forward and stretched out his right hand to him and said diligently: "Hello Mr. Yang, I am Director Feng's assistant, named Liu Qingyun. Since this drama is about to be completed, Director Feng really can't leave, so he can only send me to pick you up. Please don't mind."

Yang Feng reached out his hand and shook Liu Qingyun, and smiled and said, "It's okay, this kind of thing has been expected, let's go."

Liu Qingyun smiled awkwardly, picked up Yang Feng's suitcase attentively, took Yang Feng to a black car not far away, opened the back seat and put the suitcase in, and then opened the rear door to invite Yang Feng in.

When Yang Feng walked to the car, he looked at the car and frowned slightly, but he sat in without saying anything. After the car started, he quickly drove to the south.

After driving for a while, Yang Feng asked, "Assistant Liu, when will your drama be finished?"

Liu Qingyun said without hesitation: "It's almost done. If there is no accident, the filming will be completed in a few days. Maybe you can still catch up with the filming banquet."

"Ho...it seems like I'm really a coincidence."

Yang Feng laughed, but after saying this, he didn't say anything. Instead, he leaned on the seat and looked out the window and wondered what he was thinking. Liu Qingyun wanted to turn around and say something several times, but for some reason he wanted to speak several times but swallowed the words back again.

As the assistant of Xiaogang Cannon, Liu Qingyun is naturally very nimble and very delicate. On weekdays, he usually has to hand over any reception tasks for the crew. Although Yang Feng only frowned slightly when he saw the Jetta car coming to receive him, he didn't say anything, but Liu Qingyun could see that the President Yang in front of him must be a little unhappy.

He wanted to explain and ease the atmosphere, but for some reason he felt a little guilty. Although Yang Feng sat there quietly with no special expression on his face, Liu Qingyun just felt an inexplicable majesty emanating from him, so he simply stopped talking and drove towards the film and television base in a honest manner.

In fact, Liu Qingyun was right. Yang Feng was indeed a little dissatisfied at this time. This dissatisfaction arose when he saw the Jetta.

Speaking of which, this is not because Yang Feng is pretentious and insists on taking a luxury car to be satisfied, but because Yang Feng did not come here as a personal identity, but as an investor in the crew to discuss cooperation with Xiaogangpao. In business, the principle of reciprocity is emphasized, and the reception of the same identity should be enjoyed in the specifications.

As an investor, Yang Feng came to discuss business with the chairman of Jiangdongmen Trading Company. Even if Xiaogangpao cannot come to greet him in person, he should at least send a deputy director or a deputy general manager to greet him. This is in line with the principle of commercial reciprocity. The car that received him was not a high-end Mercedes-Benz and BMW, but at least it should be a business car with better comfort, rather than a broken Jetta. Xiaogangpao was obviously a bit rude to do this.

Yang Feng was silent, and Liu Qingyun naturally did not dare to say anything. For a moment, the car fell into silence. Half an hour later, the car arrived at a film and television base. When the car drove into the door, Yang Feng saw six golden words written at the Pyeongchang Film and Television Base.

Soon, the car drove into the film and television base. After the car stopped in a parking lot, Liu Qingyun took Yang Feng to the place where the crew filmed. As soon as he walked to a corner, he heard waves of shouts and shouts. When Yang Feng and the others turned the corner, they saw dozens of soldiers wearing our military uniforms and national I military uniforms shooting each other. They were fighting very lively. Seven or eight cameras were shooting nervously. Next to a house, small cannons wearing a half-old T-shirt with a pair of beach pants were staring at the monitor. Around him were a string of actors. His sister Chang'e was also standing behind in an old military uniform and staring at the front with concentration.

"Card!"

Xiaogang Cannon suddenly shouted loudly. Then he stood up and scolded loudly, "Ma Yu, what did you do just now? You have to remember that you are an I-China Army officer, please ask you to show off some of the officer's majesty."

An actor wearing an officer's uniform stood up and said a little aggrievedly: "Director Feng, I have tried very hard to show my majestic momentum."

Xiaogang Cannon interrupted him without hesitation: "Do you call majestic? I look like a thief!"

"Ha ha……"

After the little steel cannon finished speaking, a burst of laughter rang around, and even Sister Chang'e was laughing aside and trembling with tears.

Hearing the actors around him laughed, the actor named Feng Yu couldn't hold back his face and shouted: "Director Feng, I really don't know how to act, why don't you demonstrate it to me."

“Demonstration, right?”
Chapter completed!