There is an old and signature wonton shop along the street in Shengyu Media's company location, which is open near an office building and will not be closed after the early morning.

There is no store service, and there are very few seats. Usually, office workers who work overtime will come to pack a bowl and leave.

11:20 pm.

Bai Li sat on the stool and chair in the corner, ordered a glass of beer and freshly baked Chaos. He liked to cover it with red peppers and ate it quietly without changing his face.

After a while, a tall and thin young man wearing a black baseball cap walked into the store. With the coolness of autumn outside, he asked the boss's wife for a can of beer, pulled the chair, and sat opposite Bai Li.

He bent his fingers slightly, and he opened the beer quickly and drank half a can.

Bai Li slowly finished the last chaos. Before neither side made a sound, his eyes did not look on the man in the black baseball cap opposite him, but instead wiped the oil stains on the table with a tissue.

"Sister Bai, I have long admired the name."

There are important names in the entertainment industry. When younger generations meet seniors, they either call teachers or sisters or brothers.

Jiang Su took off the baseball cap, and his extremely delicate and handsome facial features were set against the dim lights. He had the capital to be a male star, but he chose to be a director. At a young age, he is already one of the most popular directors among fans.

He would not go to the Three Treasures Hall without any trouble. Bai Li understood this truth and looked at him calmly.

Until Jiang Su handed her a script, it was a newly prepared drama.

"You want to cooperate with Shengyu Media? But I've found the wrong person. I don't have an artist now."

Bai Li has not personally designated any artist to lead for the time being. Because of Ji Tang, the senior executives of Shengyu Media turned a blind eye to her existence, but did not delegate power to her.

Jiang Su said, "You read the script first."

In the next two hours, Bai Li flipped through the script and said that the owner of Chaos Store had closed. After cleaning the small place, he sat in a windbreaker and dozed off at the cashier, ignoring the two guests who were still there.

The wind blowing in from outside shaking the chandelier, and the warm yellow halo makes the shadows look occasionally.

After Bai Li finished watching this drama, it took another two or three minutes before he looked up at the very talented young man in front of him.

She showed two slender scars on her side, and when she stared straight at the person, she looked a little hideous.

Jiang Su's face remained unchanged, and his voice permeated the deep night: "I want Ji Tang to play the heroine."

Bai Li was expected to hear this.

Because when she saw Ji Tangqi for the first time, she also felt that her bone shape was naturally suitable for living under the camera.

However, Jiang Su's plan is probably going to fail.

Bai Li smiled palely: "Ji Tang can't act."

"Zhao Yinli's daughter is born to act."

――

Zhao Yinli, how long has it been since I heard of this name?

Bai Li's pupils scattered for two seconds, his fingers clenched the script, and his knuckles turned white.

Jiang Su's clear face was reflected under the light, and every sentence seemed particularly serious: "From the beginning of my entry, my camera only wanted to take Ji Tang, and she perfectly matched the fantasy of the heroine in my heart from beginning to end. Sister Bai, we cooperate. You can continue to create the second and peerless Zhao Yinli for this world, and I can also realize my dream."

The shop door was opened, scrambled in for a few seconds, and then closed again.

Bai Li was still sitting on the chair at the corner head, and the scarred face was very complicated.

It's like recalling the past that I can never forget in this life.

When she first met Ji Tang, she didn't dare to be sure that she was Zhao Yinli's daughter.

Because Zhao Yinli suddenly disappeared for half a year after three months of pregnancy.

When she appeared, she claimed that the child had an accidental miscarriage.

Later, Bai Li never asked about this matter again, until Ji Tang, the beautiful woman with Zhao Yinli's shadow on her.

Bai Li's pupils were tense, and he couldn't help but think about what happened back then.

When did Zhao Yinli give birth to a daughter for the wealthy family?

Why did she check Ji Tang's biological mother online, but the information she showed was an art-related painter who moved to the United States in her early years and died in an accident five years ago?

...

Ji Tang thought she would sleep until noon, but when she woke up, it was pitch black outside the glass floor-to-ceiling window, and only the warm orange wall light was illuminated in the bedroom, which did not affect her sleep.

Her slender eyelashes moved her eyes twice, and her eyes subconsciously looked to the bedside.

Sure enough, when I saw Song Yumo, I sat on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, wearing a dark black nightgown, and using my laptop to read information.

As she almost glanced over, Song Yumo's eyes also came.

Looking at no desire or desire, the light actually contains too many profound meanings.

"Wake up?"

Song Yumo put down his notebook, walked over, and touched her face with his fingers, his movements were so soft that they were unremarkable.

Ji Tang was a little uncomfortable and wanted to pull the quilt upwards to block her skin that was set off like jade by the light, but her shoulders were slightly exposed and she didn't keep it.

Song Yumo's movements naturally, leaning over, her thin lips with a warm breath printed on the tip of her shoulders, with warmth.

Ji Tang was fucked by him and he vaguely realized that the man might still want to kiss him.

Before Song Yumo's eyes deepened, he stretched his waist and muttered: "It's uncomfortable to lie down, I remember."

As he said that, he lifted the quilt.

She only wore a black nightgown with a suspender, which was the same color as his nightgown.

I don’t know if it was Song Yumo’s order or whoever Song Tu took the money to serve.

The nightgown prepared for her was a high-cross style with lace edges.

In this way, when Ji Tang got up, most of his snow-white skin was exposed to the man's sight.

Just as she was about to look for a nightgown to put on her, Song Yumo grabbed her wrist. The strength of men and women was very different. Without any physical effort, she hugged her in her arms and sat together on the sofa in the floor-to-ceiling window.

Ji Tang was completely confused during the whole process. She didn't want to lie on the bed, which didn't mean she wanted to lie on a man.

Song Yumo looked at her stiff eyebrows and eyes with deep eyes for two seconds, and moved away quietly. The wall light next to her was filled with light, making the two embrace each other look extremely intimate.

He easily hugged Ji Tang's warm body with his arms, pressed his jaw against her black hair, and whispered, "I bought you a bag."

Ji Tang could not resist this and reluctantly let him hold him for a few minutes.

After Song Yumo turned on the laptop again, he realized that he didn't sleep in the middle of the night, not in office reading materials, but was choosing a bag for her online.

It’s just... the straight man’s aesthetic is too distorted.

After choosing for a long time, I chose three Barbie fans?

Ji Tang's eyelashes had a very complicated mood, and he looked up at Song Yumo's face with delicate facial features.

"Husband, you'd better stop spending money."

Barbie powder, even if it is covered with diamonds, she will not love it.

Song Yumo looked at her quietly, with a dark and cool look in his eyes, and asked, "Don't you like this kind of golden bag the most?"

"Yeah yeah."

But she doesn't like diamond bags with heart shape and Barbie pink.

Ji Tang looked at the three models with uniform colors and similar styles, and there was no trace of excitement in his heart.

She thought that she had been hugging Song Yumo for almost a minute, which was enough.

So I was about to stand up from his lap. In my ears, I heard him calm and low-key and emotionally asked: "I remember you posted a selfie on your Moments three years ago, with the background in your exclusive cloakroom in the Ji family."

Ji Tang's dark eyes were a little confused, and he didn't understand why he mentioned this.

Song Yumo looked at her, as if he was carelessly holding her slender hands, rubbing her white joints bit by bit: "In the glass wardrobe in the upper right corner of the cloakroom, there is a small red bag in the shape of love. It is not brick-shaped, nor does it look like a big brand. I remember that your bag less than 500,000 won't be held in your hand."

“…”

Ji Tang didn't expect that he had a good memory and could be used in this place. Isn't it usually a woman who has this special function? He may not find where his belongings are, but he can definitely remember what a man said at 5:00 a.m. one day last month.

Why did she feel that after she changed her personality, Song Yumo performed particularly well in this regard?

Song Yumo's side profile looks particularly delicate and beautiful under the light. He smiled gently at her: "Did you remember wrong?"

"...Do I have this bag?" Ji Tang subconsciously didn't dare to look at him, and he almost forgot.

"Maybe it was given by the brand. I haven't labeled a lot of things."

Song Yumo's fingertips were warm, and he stopped on the joints of her ring fingertips, and his thin lips pulled into a very deep curve: "Is that so? You'll talk about it after you have thought about it."

Ji Tang was stared at by his dark eyes and felt very stressed.

Especially when his fingertips are not very strong, they stay on his joints, and they have the illusion that if he dares to lie, he will be cut off his finger in the next second.

Finally, Ji Tang chose to give up, with a silence on his face, and said with a gentle smile: "I remember it, it may have been given by a male classmate who pursued me when he was in school. His taste was too bad and he had never memorized it."

Song Yumo slowly showed the notebook screen in front of her, and the purpose was to fully reveal: "I thought you would like it."

Ji Tang couldn't laugh anymore, and after a while, he put a sentence in his throat: "I like everything I gave to you by my husband."

Song Yumo smiled faintly under the lamp. He didn't know whether he was exposing her barely or cooperating with her acting, but he held her left hand around her waist without putting it down. He lowered his head and wanted to approach her fair and delicate face.
To be continued...