As he was talking, Housekeeper Lou's phone suddenly rang.
"Mr. Cheng!" Housekeeper Lou immediately picked up the phone respectfully, "Do you need black pepper? Okay, I'll be over right away... eh? Let Miss Yan come over..."
Housekeeper Lou put down the phone in embarrassment.
Yan Yan understood and made a "don't worry" gesture to the housekeeper, then turned and walked towards the villa.
She brought black pepper to the table.
Zhu Qingqing smiled and said: "Yan Yan, you and Housekeeper Lou seem to be able to talk to each other."
There was actually a cold light in her eyes.
Yan Yan understood that she was deliberately inserting the needle, but Yan Yan didn't care, "As long as you are a normal person, I can talk to you."
The sound of "bang" was the sound of Cheng Yiming putting a fork on the table.
"Too salty." He frowned in disgust.
"Drink some juice." Zhu Qingqing quickly pushed her juice cup over.
He didn't move, "Pour me a glass of sparkling water."
This sentence was said to Yan Yan.
Yan Yan didn't hesitate at all, turned around and went to the kitchen to get him a glass of sparkling water.
"I also eat a little too much..." Zhu Qingqing also wanted a glass of sparkling water, but was interrupted by Cheng Yiming before she could finish her words.
"I want chocolate sauce." Cheng Yiming ordered again.
After getting the chocolate sauce, he asked for nuts, milk, avocado...
Yan Yan was convinced by this man. He was a big man and he had more kinds of food in the refrigerator than she, a woman.
It's impossible for Butler Lou to want to eat these, because Butler Lou is serving him.
With a "dong" sound, Zhu Qingqing suddenly put down the cup heavily, "I'm full."
To be precise, she was filled with anger from Cheng Yiming.
We agreed to celebrate her birthday, but Yan Yan was dragged in here to get in the way.
She put down her cup and chopsticks now just to see what Cheng Yiming planned to do.
Cheng Yiming was calm and said, "Let the housekeeper take you upstairs to wash up first."
Doesn't this mean that you are just waiting for him in vain?
When Zhu Qingqing heard this, she smiled again, "Yi Ming," she stepped forward and took his arm, and said softly: "Why don't you come upstairs with me?"
"I'll be up soon." Cheng Yiming whispered.
"I'm waiting for you." Zhu Qingqing kissed him on the cheek and went upstairs with swaying steps.
Yan Yan breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that they were going to have a world together, and she should be able to leave.
"Yan Yan, what did you buy?" Cheng Yiming suddenly asked.
By the way, she did buy something and put it in the kitchen.
"Wait a moment and I'll bring it to you."
"Send it upstairs." He stood up and left.
Yan Yan could only carry her things upstairs. She had never been to the second floor, so she could only search room by room.
Finally I found a room with the lights on and the door open a crack.
"...Yiming, you have to stay with me today..." Zhu Qingqing's coquettish voice came from the room.
"How can I accompany you?" Cheng Yiming's voice also became hoarse.
Through the crack in the door, I happened to see the figures of the two embracing each other.
Zhu Qingqing and Yan Yan have different types, but they are both out-and-out beauties. Standing together with Cheng Yiming, they are quite a match...
God knows why she is meddling in such nosy matters, but looking at the good atmosphere between them, is there no need for her to give this thing?
Suddenly, Cheng Yiming turned his head, and his sharp eyes suddenly caught Yan Yan outside the door.
Yan Yan quickly moved to the side and stood.
After a moment, he opened the door and walked out, "What is it?"
Yan Yan handed over the small box in her hand: "I think you may need this."
Cheng Yiming looked down and his face turned green instantly. This small box turned out to be
Family planning supplies...
"Yan Yan!" He gritted his teeth and said, "You have done a very thorough job as a matchmaker. Do you need me to give you a red envelope?"
Yan Yan put the small box into his hand: "You're welcome, as long as you're happy."
"I will not let you down!" He grabbed the small box and entered the room, and the door slammed shut.
Yan Yan was startled. Isn't Zhu Qingqing in the room? Why should he be so eager?
"Ah!" Soon, Zhu Qingqing's happy scream came from inside.
Yan Yan's heart moved, and a sour emotion grew from the bottom of her heart... It seemed that the beautiful clothes she was interested in had been bought first.
Is Cheng Yiming a beautiful dress to her?
It should be considered so. After all, they have had an intimate relationship for a period of time, and she is not an emotionless robot.
But some beautiful clothes are like dresses for attending events. Although you have worn them, they do not belong to you from beginning to end.
If you recognize this reality early, there will be no greed. Without greed, there will be no worries.
She walked out of the villa, took out her mobile phone and wanted to take a taxi to leave.
"Miss Yan," Housekeeper Lou came over, "the guest room has been tidied up. You can go to bed early."
"I'm going home."
Butler Lou shook his head: "The car can't get in at this point, and Mr. Cheng said he would let you stay one night before leaving."
After saying that, the housekeeper picked up the remote control and pressed it on the door. The sound of the door locking was particularly clear at night.
Yan Yan:……
If she really wanted to go back, she could only climb over the wall and walk for half an hour to the door of the villa...
She'd better go back to the guest room and sleep.
For an actress, apart from filming, there should be nothing that can delay her sleep~
The guest room is on the first floor, it is very quiet, and you can't hear the slightest movement from the second floor.
She locked the door, threw herself on the bed, and went to sleep.
"...Cheng Yiming, you bastard..." I don't know how long it took, but a sharp female voice suddenly broke through the silence of the night.
Yan Yan suddenly woke up and sat up suddenly.
She recognized it, it was Zhu Qingqing's voice.
Immediately afterwards, there was a rush of footsteps upstairs.
Yan Yan got up and came to the window, where she could see the entrance of the villa.
Zhu Qingqing was seen running out, but Cheng Yiming quickly caught up with her and grabbed her arm to prevent her from leaving.
Zhu Qingqing just wanted to leave, but suddenly she slapped Cheng Yiming in the face with a backhand.
Yan Yan couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
She really felt that Cheng Yiming would fight back, but he didn't.
He didn't know what Zhu Qingqing yelled at him, but he froze on the spot and allowed Zhu Qingqing to leave.
What kind of trouble were they having? Wasn't Zhu Qingqing rushing to spend the night with Cheng Yiming? Why did she lose her temper and leave?
Could it be that Cheng Yiming played too much... Yan Yan couldn't help but stick out her tongue in self-mockery. She felt that her imagination was also very strange.
Looking at Cheng Yiming again, he was standing still, motionless.
Yan Yan was wondering whether she should continue to sleep or go out and "care"...
At this time, water droplets gradually gathered on the glass of the window, and the rain at night came as soon as it came.
Cheng Yiming still stood still.
Housekeeper Lou went to see Zhu Qingqing off. No one else in the family could give him an umbrella except her.
She sighed softly, then found an umbrella and came to his side.
"Cheng Yiming..." She didn't know how to comfort him, so she could only say: "You will get sick if you get caught in the rain."
Cheng Yiming suddenly turned around and grabbed her collar. Under the light, his eyes were fierce and fierce, "It's all your fault!"
He roared angrily, but his eyes were red.
"I..." Yan Yan didn't know why, "Isn't the thing I bought... suitable for use?"
After thinking about it, I can only blame her for this incident.
Cheng Yiming was startled, and there was a hint of helplessness on top of his anger.
He let go of Yan Yan and strode inside.
"Hey, Cheng Yiming..." Yan Yan followed and walked in, but suddenly her footsteps stumbled.
"Why!"
When Cheng Yiming heard her exclamation, he paused and turned around to see Yan Yan lying firmly on the ground.
like a statue.
"Yan Yan?" He turned back to her.
Yan Yan only stretched out one hand and shook it at him a few times, "Leave me alone, go back to your room."
She's not embarrassed enough!
Cheng Yiming frowned, bent down and picked her up, returning to his room.
There was also a strong smell of camellia in the room, which was the perfume used by Zhu Qingqing.
"Apply medicine." He threw a small box to her.
She lowered her head and looked at herself. The skin on her right knee was scratched and blood was oozing out.
She opened the box and took out the alcohol and cotton swabs inside to clean the wound.
It hurts a bit, especially when alcohol touches the wound. It's no different than pouring salt on the wound.
Suddenly, the cotton swab in his hand was snatched away. Cheng Yiming frowned and stared at her: "You don't know how to apply medicine?"
Yan Yan was a little confused, why didn't she know how to apply medicine?
Little did she know that the way she cautiously touched the wound looked like she was afraid of stepping on an ant.
Cheng Yiming knelt down, picked up a new cotton swab, dipped it in iodine, and applied it to her wound without saying a word.
"Hey..." She felt that he was deliberately retaliating, but the cotton swab in his hand seemed to be magical. Although it was smeared on the wound, it didn't hurt at all.
"What's going on?" She didn't understand.
"It won't hurt if you put iodophor on the wound." He snorted, mocking her for not even knowing this.
Yan Yan really didn't know that she was rarely injured. This time was really unexpected.
It was the first time she looked at Cheng Yiming from this angle, and she realized that the back of his head was actually very round. Except for his bangs, his hair was very short, and every hair looked very clean, giving him an inexplicable sense of intimacy.
"Cheng Yiming, you are the second man to apply medicine on me." She couldn't help but say.
Cheng Yiming paused slightly, "Who is the first one?" There was displeasure in his deep voice.
