"no?"
"no?"
Ming Yantang and Qiao Juan took the same path by coincidence.
"Logically speaking, with your husband's body shape, physique, and well-developed athletic ability, he shouldn't..." Qiao Juan's voice became smaller and smaller.
Wen Zhi is currently half drunk, but still somewhat rational. He glanced at Qiao Juan and whispered, "How do you know Sisi is athletic?"
Qiao Juan rolled his eyes at him and said, "Si Mingchen and Chen Yu often go out to work out. I've run into them."
Wen Zhi was a little slow to respond: "I don't know why not. I wanted to suggest that Sisi go to the hospital with me, but I was afraid of hurting his self-esteem."
Ming Yantang was amused. Qiao Juan raised his chin towards him and said, "Yantang, based on your understanding of men, do you think Si Mingchen has a psychological problem or a physical problem?"
Ming Yantang crossed her long legs leisurely: "How should I know? My boyfriends are all good."
Wen Zhi was about to cry: "I don't dislike him, but I can't avoid seeing a doctor!"
...
...
Ming Yantang teased him: "Why don't you try to create some atmosphere, like lighting some incense and wearing sexy pajamas or something like that."
Wen Zhi: "I almost took off my pants. Isn't being naked the sexiest?"
The three people in the bedroom were discussing with each other, and did not notice Si Mingchen standing outside the door.
Although Si Mingchen tried to control his expression, the bulging blue veins on his forehead still revealed his emotions.
It's fine if you just talk about this kind of thing, but why are you speaking so loudly? Are you afraid that others can't hear you?
Walking downstairs, Si Mingchen sat on the side of the sofa and poured himself a glass of water to cool down.
At this time, the maid came over and said, "Mr. Si, you drank a lot of wine. Do you need me to make you some hangover soup?"
Si Mingchen asked calmly: "Did Wen Zhi drink a lot of wine? Cook more."
The servant nodded: "Yes. Master Wen took out two bottles of 1945 Romanee-Conti from your wine cellar to entertain our friends."
Si Mingchen was startled, then he took off his watch and threw it on the table: "Got it."
After a while, Ming Yantang and Qiao Juan came downstairs, with Wen Zhi's chattering voice behind them.
At this time, Si Mingchen turned around and Wen Zhi noticed him at a glance.
He walked up the stairs impatiently, but because he was drunk, he walked unsteadily and staggered to his knees, groaning.
Si Mingchen frowned, and went over to help Wen Zhi up with Ming Yantang and the others: "Does it hurt?"
Wen Zhi stretched out his arms stickily: "It doesn't hurt."
Si Mingchen took him into his arms, rubbed his head with his palm, and said to Ming Yantang and Qiao Juan: "It's getting dark, let the driver take you there."
Both of them drank and did not refuse.
Before leaving, Ming Yantang took a few more glances at Wen Zhi and Si Mingchen because of their sticky attitude.
Ming Yantang said, "Please tell Wen Zhi that I have an international brand endorsement advertisement and I'm in need of a male lead. Ask him if he wants to act in it."
Simingchen: "Okay."
After Ming Yantang and Qiao Juan got in the car, Qiao Juan said curiously, "I feel like their relationship has improved a lot."
Ming Yantang: "Maybe after losing my memory, I found the feeling of first love."
The black business car slowly drove away, but Wen Zhi stood at the door motionless, and refused to move no matter how Simingchen pulled her.
Si Mingchen was helpless with him, rubbed his ears, lowered his head and asked: "What's wrong?"
Wen Zhi's drunken eyes drooped slightly: "I want you to hug me."
Si Mingchen laughed softly, put his arm around Wen Zhi's waist and picked him up: "Drink as much as you want."
Wen Zhi hooked his neck and rubbed his head against the crook of Si Mingchen's neck: "Two bites."
Si Mingchen laughed again: "No future."
At this time, the servant came to the living room with freshly cooked hangover soup, and saw Si Mingchen holding Wen Zhi, his eyes moved slightly. After putting down the hangover soup, leave quickly.
Several servants who were cleaning the living room saw this scene and whispered as they left: "Master Wen and his husband have become more and more affectionate since the car accident."
"Yeah, when I first came to this family, I almost thought they were in a marriage of convenience."
In the living room, Wen Zhi, who was sitting next to Si Mingchen, gradually became dissatisfied and began to climb onto Si Mingchen's legs.
Si Mingchen stroked his back: "Stop messing around, drink the hangover soup."
Wen Zhi sat astride Si Mingchen's legs and buried his head in his chest: "Si Si, I feel uncomfortable."
Si Mingchen thought he was not feeling well, and hurriedly checked: "Where do you feel unwell?"
Wen Zhi frowned and covered his chest: "My heart. I can't express my pain."
Si Ming paused and instantly understood what Wen Zhi was referring to. The feeling of depression he had just felt gradually came back to him.
"Then don't say it."
Si Mingchen picked up the hangover soup and handed it to him: "After you finish drinking it, I don't want to talk about it anymore."
Wen Zhi was very obedient. Under his drunken state, he thought this was a good medicine to cure diseases and save lives, so he gulped it down in two gulps.
After realizing it, he suddenly retched and said, "Husband."
Simingchen frowned: "Is it bitter?"
Wen Zhi had a strange expression: "I think I'm pregnant."
Si Mingchen patted his butt, then picked him up and went upstairs: "I don't have the ability to make a boy pregnant."
Wen Zhi sobbed silently on Si Mingchen's shoulder.
Sure enough, there is something wrong with her husband!
Late at night, Wen Zhi took a bath and lay down on the bed, falling into a drowsy sleep. There was a pleasant mint smell in the bedding next to him, and he slept comfortably while holding his little winter melon doll.
In the small living room next to the bedroom, Si Mingchen looked at the two bottles of wine on the ground and put them away.
He smiled. The little bastard still had a conscience and left him half a bottle.
…
The next morning, Wen Zhi was woken up by the alarm clock, and the place next to him was already cold.
Si Mingchen gets up at seven o'clock every morning, has a simple breakfast after his morning run, and goes to the meeting on time at nine o'clock.
Before getting up, Wen Zhi caught a glimpse of a love letter on the bedside table, and next to the letter was a fresh white rose.
He was overjoyed and held the love letter solemnly, preparing to open it.
I didn’t expect that after being married to Si Mingchen for so long, Si Mingchen is still so romantic.
I hurriedly opened the love letter, and two lines of elegant and powerful handwriting caught my eye.
Good morning, Wenwen. Ming Yantang wants to invite you to shoot a commercial, remember to message him back after you wake up. I'll take you to the party tonight, if you can go we'll contact you at noon.
——Si Mingchen
Wen Zhi smiled like an auntie and called Ming Yantang back.
After understanding the situation, he knew that the advertisement shot by Ming Yantang this time was for Xiangjia's early spring series of ready-to-wear clothes. Ming Yantang, as the spokesperson, mainly appears in the second half, while the first half is the romantic encounter between the two protagonists.
The other protagonist has been decided, it is the European model Thorne, and the remaining one is Wen Zhi, who was recommended to the brand by Ming Yantang because Wen Zhi's temperament is more suitable for this collection of clothes.
After finalizing everything with Qingwan, Wen Zhi prepared to set off.
When Qing Wan came to pick him up, she joked, "It's good to have friends. Ming Yantang is usually very arrogant and doesn't like to talk to anyone."
Wen Zhi raised her eyebrows while holding the milk tea: "Not only do I have a top childhood friend, but I also have a domineering husband."
Qing Wan said sarcastically, "Yes, you are so lucky. But you need to pay attention to your weight management recently. You never drink milk tea, only iced Americano."
Wen Zhi asked back: "Why?"
Qing Wan rolled her eyes at him and said, "Because iced Americano reduces swelling and looks good on camera."
Wen Zhi came to the film studio where the commercial was being filmed and asked as they walked: "Who is more famous, my childhood sweetheart or Gu Chengfeng?"
Qing Wan made the comparison: "Gu Chengfeng has only been popular for half a year, while your childhood sweetheart has been popular for seven years. They are not on the same level."
Wen Zhi's face also began to light up: "Xiao Ming is really good."
Qing Wan complained: "If Ming Yantang knew that you called him Xiao Ming, you wouldn't be able to leave this studio today."
Wen Zhi: “…” Don’t tell him.
Xiangjia is one of the six blue-blood brands with a relatively long history. It has extremely high requirements for spokespersons, and the brand inspection period alone is as long as one year.
Ming Yantang has been the spokesperson for Xiang Family for four years.
When Wen Zhi came over, Ming Yantang was chatting with the brand director, a talkative handsome mixed-race man. Ming Yantang was wearing new ready-to-wear clothes, with delicate and bright facial features, like the most beautiful fairy in the Elf Dance Festival.
Seeing Wen Zhi, Ming Yantang raised his chin towards the director: "He's here."
The director turned around, looked from top to bottom, and then praised sincerely: "What a charming boy."
This was not the first time that Wen Zhi had been praised for his good looks. After all, he considered himself the most handsome man in the universe. So he nodded modestly: "Hello."
Ming Yantang said to the director: "He is not a boy, he is 27 years old."
The director looked at Wen Zhi in surprise: "It really doesn't look like it."
Ming Yantang began to look at Wen Zhi carefully, and after finding out where the problem was, he took Wen Zhi to change clothes.
"Wen Zhi, I noticed that you've been dressing more and more rustic since you lost your memory."
Wen Zhi came to Ming Yantang's spacious and luxurious dressing room and sat on a chair: "Unfashionable? I have always been a boy at the forefront of fashion. The outfits in my Penguin Space are always the most fashionable in the school."
Ming Yantang was speechless: "It's 22 years now, ok? I'm curious how you picked out these ugly clothes from your closet? The style is totally that of a high school student."
Wen Zhi replied: "The clothes in my closet are nice-looking, but they are too mature and not suitable for me."
Ming Yantang held his face and looked at the mirror: "Please face your age."
Wen Zhi looked at her own flawless appearance and murmured, "So beautiful."
Ming Yantang held his forehead: "..."
After changing into the advertising clothes, Wen Zhi quietly sat on a chair and styled herself. The stylist is very gentle. In order to suit his temperament, she curled his bangs slightly and dyed his hair light brown. At first glance, he looks like an ignorant elf who accidentally entered the human world, straightforward and clean.
Wen Zhi walked under the camera lights and greeted the photographer director, with his partner Thorne next to him.
Thorne didn't hold back his compliments: "You look good."
Wen Zhi gave a thumbs up: "You are handsome too."
The director recorded this scene and prepared to cut it into a behind-the-scenes feature.
Rather than an advertisement, it is more like a small micro-film. Although the storyboard is insignificant compared with that of a film or TV drama, the shooting steps are equally lengthy and complicated.
This is the first time Wen Zhi has been involved in a commercial shoot after losing her memory, and she is very interested and energetic.
Even though he repeated the scene over and over again, the innocent smile on his face showed no trace of acting at all.
With the help of professional equipment, Wen Zhi's flawless facial features were infinitely magnified, so fine that even her pores could be seen. She was one of the few stars in the domestic entertainment industry who was not outshined by Ming Yantang when appearing on screen at the same time, but instead had a more outstanding temperament.
If Ming Yantang's beauty is like the ghostly and gorgeous red spider lily, then Wen Zhi's temperament is more like the charming and elegant Huanhe, which makes people intoxicated.
In front of the camera, the director captured every move of several people. He knew Wen Zhi and knew that he was a famous person whose acting skills were not popular.
However, I heard that Wen Zhi has a very impressive background, which is also the main reason why he has been able to live so freely in the entertainment industry over the years.
Over the years, he had never seen Wen Zhi drinking or eating with anyone.
After a hard morning, everyone took a break.
Wen Zhi also took this opportunity to pick up his phone.
Si Mingchen should be eating too, so you can harass him.
Wen Zhi bit the chicken leg and asked, "Sisi, what are you doing? Do you miss me? I came out today to earn money to support the family."
Si Mingchen's meeting had not yet ended. When he saw his phone light up, he subconsciously checked to see if it was Wen Zhi.
Sure enough, it’s a little fool.
Simingchen replied: "No, I'm in a meeting. Have you finished your work?"
Wen Zhi sent the location: "I will continue shooting in the afternoon."
Si Mingchen clicked on the location and found that the place where Wen Zhi took the photo was near the company.
Simingchen: "We live very close to each other, do you want to have dinner together?"
Wen Zhi swallowed the chicken leg: "Okay, I haven't eaten yet. But I only have one hour to rest."
Si Mingchen: "Okay, wait for me."
Putting down his phone, Si Mingchen said to the senior executives, "Go and have a rest first, and we'll continue in the afternoon."
Everyone nodded and left the meeting room, fearing that Si Mingchen would go back on his word.
Only Assistant Wen noticed the clues at the scene.
Recently, their boss has been using his phone more frequently during meetings.
Soon, Wen Zhi walked out of the studio and got into Si Mingchen's business car. Because time was limited, Si Mingchen asked his assistant to prepare a simple meal of four dishes and a soup, and the two of them ate directly at the spacious small table in the back of the car.
Wen Zhi's new look today made Siming Chen stare at it for a long time. As he opened the lunch box, Siming Chen said, "Light brown hair color suits you very well."
Wen Zhi smiled and began to look at Si Mingchen.
He didn’t know if it was because he was drunk yesterday, but he felt like he hadn’t seen Si Mingchen for a long time.
Today, Si Mingchen's suit is silver-gray, with the black striped tie slightly open. The matching white diamond tie clip is sophisticated and simple, exuding a sense of abstinence and maturity.
Facing such a Si Mingchen, Wen Zhi felt a little shy and lowered his face unconsciously.
Si Mingchen helped him open the tableware and asked, "What's wrong? Is the food not to your liking?"
Wen Zhi shook his head: "You are too handsome, I am shy."
This plain and simple truth surprised Si Mingchen, and he didn't know how to respond for a moment.
Upon seeing this, Assistant Wen quietly got out of the car.
There was only one lunch box containing soup, which was pork ribs and winter melon soup. Si Mingchen was very meticulous in his work. He wiped the moisture on the lid of the box with a tissue before handing the soup to Wen Zhi.
"You drink first."
Wen Zhi took a sip and said, "It tastes good."
During the meal, Si Mingchen was relatively quiet and was always listening to Wen Zhi talking about his interesting filming experiences.
Wen Zhi said: "Xiao Ming just posted a photo of me and him on Weibo, and many fans thought I was going to endorse Xiao Xiang, which scared them to death."
Si Mingchen asked seriously: "You are the spokesperson for CH, why are the fans frightened?"
Wen Zhi said seriously: "My status is low. For someone like me, I was able to take part in the filming of a micro-film thanks to Ming Yantang. I need to work harder to make these blue-blood brands recognize me."
Si Mingchen thought for a moment and rubbed Wen Zhi's hair: "Then you have to work harder."
Wen Zhi stuffed a mouthful of rice and said, "I will."
Simingchen laughed softly: "Do you need me to top up?"
Wen Zhi was puzzled: "Recharge?"
Si Mingchen: "Well, I'll contact those brands, there shouldn't be any problem."
Wen Zhi understood this time.
It turns out that Si Mingchen wanted to use the power of the domineering boss to get in through the back door.
"Little brother, you just told me to work hard, but within two seconds you started teaching me to get something for nothing?"
Wen Zhi teased Si Mingchen deliberately and almost fell into Si Mingchen's arms.
Si Mingchen whispered back: "I'm worried that you'll be tired."
Wen Zhi pouted: "My dear husband, give me a kiss."
Si Mingchen raised his eyebrows slightly and turned his face away: "Eat quickly, you should go to work."
Wen Zhi refused to give in and lay in Si Mingchen's arms, saying, "If you don't kiss me today, I won't get off."
Simingchen put his arm around Wen Zhi's shoulders and said to Assistant Wen outside, "Let's go. Xiao Wen won't be filming this afternoon."
Wen Zhi was anxious: "Don't--" and then glared at Si Mingchen reluctantly.
Sure enough, he couldn’t control the thousand-year-old demon.
After dinner, Wen Zhi agreed with Si Mingchen on the time to attend the party in the evening and went back happily.
Looking at Wen Zhi's happy back before leaving, Si Mingchen's mood became good for the whole afternoon.
After Wen Zhi returned, Ming Yantang crossed his legs and asked, "Where did you go?"
Wen Zhi replied frivolously: "Sharing a sweet lunch with my husband."
Ming Yantang's focus was strange: "You actually had two lunches?"
Before Wen Zhi could explain, Ming Yantang complained, "No wonder you're fat."
Wen Zhi remained unmoved and continued to try on clothes in a good mood.
The afternoon is basically spent watching the film by the directors, and if there are any parts they are not satisfied with, they will ask the models to re-shoot.
Since Ming Yantang posted a photo of the two of them on Weibo, Wen Zhi simply uploaded one as well.
As soon as the Weibo post was published, the comments below were instantly filled with fans, and the number of reposts reached 10,000.
[Baby, are you shooting a commercial? ］
[Wow, has our Wenwen made progress? He actually got in touch with Xiaoxiang? ］
[Is this a new endorsement? ］
[Ahhhhh! The beauty of the era! This makeup clearly shows that of an elf prince! ］
[Ming Yantang should be the spokesperson for CH. Does Wen have a filming assignment? ］
[Wen Zhi’s resources are really good, but it’s a pity that with these resources, anyone can become famous. ］
In response to fans’ questions, Wen Zhi replied: I was invited by Tang Tang to be the protagonist of his micro-film.
[Wow, Xiang’s billboards and micro-films are always of high quality, and we can see Wen Wen’s beauty again! ］
[Xiao Wen is so awesome! If the vision for choosing scripts could be so good, we would be satisfied! ］
[Wow, Xiao Wen is coming! One day you will become the unrivaled superstar in the universe! ］
[Um, what are Wen fans so excited about? Isn’t she just a micro-film model? Even though Wen Zhi is an 18th-tier star, there's no need to get so excited, right? ］
[I am dying of laughter. Some of you say that my Wen Ziyuan is good, while others say that my Wen Ziyuan is abusive. Can you please speak with one voice, ok? ］
Wen Zhi ignored the black fans. After answering the fans' questions, he chatted with Ming Yantang Thorn.
Thorne speaks good Chinese and is very talkative.
Seeing that Wen Zhi was quite interested in his hometown, he showed him many of his street photos.
While eating nuts, Wen Zhi asked him about his living habits abroad.
In fact, he was not interested in foreign countries, but because Thorne's hometown was where Si Mingchen studied abroad.
Ming Yantang was very envious of Wen Zhi because his mouth was always busy all day.
Wen Zhi has a body that can never gain weight, but he can't.
When Wen Zhi went to the bathroom, Thorn smiled at Ming Yantang and said, "Your friend is so cute. I can't resist a boy like him."
Ming Yantang teased him: "You said yesterday that you like sexy boys."
Thorne raised an eyebrow: "I am fickle."
Ming Yantang was afraid that he would harass Wen Zhi, so he kindly reminded her, "He has a lover, and he's very fierce."
Thorne said nothing this time and sighed regretfully.
After Wen Zhi came back, we shot three more shots and the shooting was completed.
Wen Zhi looked towards the window at this time and found that it was already night and the sky was completely dark.
Because of an appointment with Si Mingchen, Wen Zhi did not keep Qing Wan. He let her go home first and waited for Si Mingchen here.
At this time, the senior management of the brand happened to come over. The mixed-race man in the lead was tall and handsome, with deep and three-dimensional facial features and very fair skin.
Ming Yantang walked over, not caring about other people's eyes, and took the man's hand: "I'm done."
The man nodded: "Let's go eat."
Ming Yantang gestured to Wen Zhi: "Let's go."
Wen Zhi was as obedient as an ignorant little quail: "Bye."
I thought all these people would leave, but unexpectedly, only a mature and elegant man was left.
Judging from his clothing style and temperament, he should be a senior executive of the brand.
He smiled gently at Wen Zhi: "I want to see the rough cut of your microfilm, is that okay?"
Wen Zhi nodded: "Of course."
There was still half an hour left before the time agreed with Si Mingchen, and Wen Zhi just wanted to see it himself, so he sat next to the director and watched it with the gentleman.
Wen Zhi was very quiet, listening to the conversation between the director and the strange man. She learned that the other party was the brand's general agent in Asia and was in charge of the marketing channels of multiple luxury brands.
"That's about it, Mr. Ye."
Ye Qiao nodded and looked at Wen Zhi: "The micro-film is very good, you will definitely be very popular after it is released."
Wen Zhi felt very happy: "Thank you."
While watching the micro-film, Ye Qiao had been thinking about the name of this male star in his mind. After thinking for a long time, he concluded that this boy seemed to be a newcomer.
"This is my business card." Ye Qiao smiled and said, "Add WeChat. I'll invite you to events in the future."
Wen Zhi readily agreed. After adding each other as WeChat friends, he found out that Ye Qiao was 32 years old, not that old.
In just half an hour, Ye Qiao's wit and humor left a good impression on everyone present, and his youthful and handsome appearance attracted a lot of attention.
It was getting late, so after talking to the director a few more words, Ye Qiao prepared to leave. He asked Wen Zhi: "Little boy, where is your agent?"
Wen Zhi: "I let her leave first."
Ye Qiao nodded and asked, "Do you have a date tonight? It's so late, I'll treat you to dinner."
Wen Zhi politely declined: "Thank you for your kindness, I'm waiting for my lover, we have an appointment tonight."
Ye Qiao said regretfully: "Then we can get together again when we have time. Has your date arrived? Let's go out together."
Si Mingchen's last WeChat message was ten minutes ago. At that time, he had already left the underground parking lot and should be here soon.
Wen Zhi: "Okay."
The main entrance of the building was closed, and Wen Zhi and Ye Qiao came out from the side door together.
Wen Zhi took the initiative to say goodbye: "Have a safe journey, bye."
Ye Qiao smiled and showed no intention of leaving: "Is your partner here? I'll wait with you. It's too dark here."
Wen Zhi politely refused: "You haven't eaten yet, so I won't waste your time. I'm not afraid."
Ye Qiao: "It doesn't matter."
Wen Zhi wanted to refuse: "No need--" Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the sound of a car horn.
At this time, a black GTR was parked next to Wen Zhi and Ye Qiao. Ye Qiao's eyes were deep as he glanced at the license plate, finally landing on the driver's seat.
At this time, the driver's door was pushed open.
Si Mingchen stood up and looked at the two of them.
"Wenwen, let's go."
Wen Zhi took two steps at a time and walked to Si Mingchen: "You are here."
Si Mingchen had a calm expression, his light brown eyes quietly looking at Ye Qiao behind Wen Zhi: "This is."
Ye Qiao introduced himself: "I am Ye Qiao from Kangyue Group."
Si Mingchen tapped his chin lightly, then retracted his gaze and looked at Wen Zhi: "Are you hungry? Let's go."
Wen Zhi covered his stomach and said, "I'm starving. It's deflated."
Si Mingchen's expression softened a little: "We'll be there soon, just hold on for a while."
After getting in the car, Si Mingchen turned the car around and the two of them faced Ye Qiao.
Simingchen stopped the car at this time and said calmly: "Your seat belt is not fastened."
Wen Zhi responded and lowered his head to feel for the hole of the seat belt. Because of the dim light, he couldn't see clearly.
"Sisi, can you turn on the headlights?"
Si Mingchen didn't turn on the car lights: "I'll help you."
Wen Zhi was just about to thank Si Mingchen when a force came towards him. Si Mingchen almost covered him in his arms. Because they lowered their heads, the distance between them was very close, and their breaths were entangled with each other.
The seat belt was successfully fastened and Si Mingchen raised his head slightly.
In an instant, he kissed Wen Zhi's lips.
"For you, a kiss at noon."
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