Zhuo Jian stopped thinking about it and said, "Actually, you don't have to be so nervous. If it's fate, you can't hide it. If it's not fate, it's all in vain."
"I wish I were as sensible as you."
Jian Qian started smoking again.
"I don't have much sense, otherwise I wouldn't be here tonight. I just think you are too tight. If you still have brains after drinking, you might as well think more about the new show."
"New show?"
"The show you are working on now will last four seasons."
"But the popularity of the show is still high."
"That's why new programs will attract audiences because you have the foundation of the previous program."
"But that's your hard work."
"You also said that it is mine. In my opinion, an excellent program does not need to be run for too many years. It is more beneficial to close it in time than to wait until it fails and then close it."
"I see."
The two sisters were chatting like this, and unknowingly, when Zhuo Jian found out, she had already smoked more than half of the cigarette.
At that time, she still felt choked, why...
Suddenly the door was pushed open from the outside, and the man in a black suit looked inside with dark, deep eyes. His eyes that had been gentle and caring just now suddenly turned cold.
The smell of cigarette smoke in the room is a bit strong, but more importantly, the person smoking is the one he likes.
"Jian Qian, please go out for a while and I'll have a word with your sister."
"This is Jian Qian's fault. I'm going to help her extinguish it."
As Zhuo Jian spoke, she quickly leaned over and put out the cigarette in the ashtray in front of her.
She had a slender figure, and her movements made him disturbed. When he came in, Jian Qian said: "My good sister, how can I smoke two cigarettes at the same time?"
Jian Qian ran fast, like a little girl who was afraid of losing her brother-in-law's pocket money.
Zhuo Jian broke out in a cold sweat. What did it mean to bear the same burden? She would have to teach that girl another day.
Under the silvery white light in the room, Fu Yanye's tall and straight body gradually came to her, his sexy and slender fingers gently pinched her delicate chin, and he looked at her condescendingly under the light: "You also learned how to splash it on others.
The water is dirty, Mrs. Fu has made great progress."
"..."
How much is really ambiguous?
Zhuo Jian raised his chin and looked at him, a little like a dream.
"Don't you want to make a few excuses?"
"I don't want to care about you."
Zhuo Jian said.
Fu Yanye laughed angrily, moved closer to her, and said in a deeper voice, "Our famous host can't defeat me, a man with no family status?"
A man without family status?
Zhuo Jian thought, how dare I?
Just now, in the banquet hall, she could clearly see how many people were groveling to him and bending over to please him.
"Do you want to tell me something?"
His thumb gently pressed her lips, which was somewhat humbling.
Zhuo Jian looked at him and said, "I just smoke one with Qianqian."
"Huh? You don't smoke anymore?"
He said.
"Um."
Zhuo Jian thought for a while and nodded in agreement.
He smiled, and moved his thin lips to hers, and then moved hers again.
She didn't hide.
Fu Yanye glanced at her to make sure she really didn't want to resist, and then kissed her.
There was a faint smell of alcohol on his lips, which mixed with the smell of tobacco on her lips. Soon he was sucking her lips, and Zhuo Jian opened her mouth obediently, letting him take what he had.
Fu Yanye stopped almost in disbelief and looked at her flattered. He wanted to ask something, but in the end he swallowed it back.
Because enjoying this kiss is more important than anything else at this time.
It doesn't matter what reasons or excuses you have.
Zhuo Jian only felt that he was thoughtful and could not guess why he stopped just now.
A few minutes later, Fu Yanye was already kneeling beside her. The lips he kissed were sweet and soft, and he was reluctant to leave. However, the phone rang suddenly and he had to stop.
"Boss, Miss Jian was taken away by Mr. Feng."
"Um."
Fu Yanye agreed lightly and hung up the phone.
Zhuo Jian looked at him, "Jian Qian was taken away by Feng Ying?"
"Both of them are adults and have the ability to take responsibility for themselves."
He only said this, and then he held her face and wanted to kiss her.
Zhuo Jian dodged: "What adult? What if Feng Ying forces her?"
"This is Starlight, who can force the boss lady's cousin?"
"..."
I don’t know when all the staff of Starlight got to know Jian Qian and her relationship with Zhuo Jian.
Zhuo Jian was slightly relieved, but soon felt his lips being rubbed, so he hid to the side again.
"Didn't you respond just now?"
"Okay, okay, everyone is at the banquet. What's going on if we can't even fight together?"