Chapter 59
"I'm hot, I can't stand the heat..." Wen Zhenni just wanted to jump out of this pit, to escape this walking heat source. She quickly spun the measuring tape around in a circle, pulling it tight.
She had thought that if she moved quickly enough, the embarrassment would be out of her reach. But she used too much force, and the tape measure sunk in, squeezing the man above her head. He groaned, his entire body tensing.
"Did it hurt?" Wen Zhenni let go of the measuring tape, blinked awkwardly, and said guiltily, "I guess... I didn't use too much force."
"What do you think?" Ci Heng forced a smile through his teeth, "What am I doing wrong to make you want to remarry and find a new and useful husband?"
"It's unlucky to say such things." Wen Zhenni widened her eyes.
But judging by his expression, he was really worried that he might hurt someone if he wasn't careful enough. "Let me take a look at you."
She didn't react in time, so she reached out and touched it. When she felt the dampness, she was stunned.
Ci Heng hadn't anticipated her move. Quickly grabbing her wrist, he pulled her away from the danger zone. "Where are you touching? I was kidding. You're not as fragile as you think."
In order to prepare for filming these days, she has trimmed her nails to make them smooth and round, and coated her nail caps with a layer of nail polish, making them look like mother-of-pearl, so beautiful that people want to nibble on them.
Ciheng really held her fingertips and brought them to his lips, almost kissing her.
Then he raised his eyelids and smiled like a fox: "The opportunity is right in front of you, and you are indifferent. Are you the reincarnation of Tang Monk in this life?"
Wen Zhenni wanted to pull her hand back, but it was clenched so tightly that she couldn't move at all.
"You really don't want to touch me before you leave?" This bastard not only seduced her verbally, but also grabbed her palm and pressed it directly to his Adam's apple, feeling the slow movement of her fingertips. Then, he moved it down along her neck, pressing on the area where her heart beats.
If this was a test of her willpower, then he won. Wen Zhenni swallowed her saliva and squeezed out three words dryly: "Touch, touch, touch."
He didn't know if her brain was caked with cement tonight, or if her hands had other ideas. She said she was touching, and she really was just touching, without any erotic thoughts. Like a machine, she rubbed back and forth on his firm skin, rubbing it hard until his body turned red.
Ci Heng was about to rub sparks out of her: "Do you think this is a washboard?"
Unable to bear it any longer, he put his arms around her waist, pushed her down to the end of the bed, and then buried his head in the crook of her neck.
"Hey!" Wen Zhenni squeezed out a sound in his arms with the last of her rationality, "You...you said you wanted to go to bed early tonight..."
"Kissing doesn't count as sex."
Ci Heng's disordered breath brushed her cheek, and she argued, "At most, I'll just stand at the door and say hello, but I won't go in."
Wen Zhenni was still struggling: "Mobile phone, I need to reply to Xi Miao's message."
Ci Heng stretched out his arm and grabbed her phone from beside the bed. His tone was filled with displeasure at being interrupted. "What's the big news? Do you have to reply now? Can't you reply tomorrow?"
He felt like she was acting strangely tonight, and he was afraid there might be something fishy going on. So he took her thumb and pressed it on the screen, unlocking WeChat in one go.
"Give it back to me, that's my cell phone!" Wen Zhenni was like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and she tried to grab it in a hurry. Ciheng raised his arms high and dodged it easily.
Wen Zhenni was about to cry, and could only give up and confess: "Xi Miao asked me to give her my measurements as a gift for our wedding anniversary, okay?"
Everyone in the circle knows who Xi Miao is.
Although it is not clear what she is tinkering with, it is definitely not serious.
The dissatisfaction in Ciheng's eyes instantly turned into amusement.
He clicked on the dialog box and asked, "How much?"
Wen Zhenni resigned himself to his fate and reported three sets of data. His fingertips quickly typed and he pressed the send button.
Xi Miao had no idea about their situation, so she sent a voice message back directly, commenting on Ci Heng's measurements: "Oh, sister, you eat so well, no wonder you don't want to get divorced."
She added, "Just wait for the surprise I'll give you and your spouse. I guarantee you'll be satisfied. Remember to give me a good review when the time comes!"
Why did she choose to use voice now!
The dog man was released!
Wen Zhenni covered her burning face and wished she could disappear right there.
This time she was completely ashamed and wanted to live on another planet.
Ciheng was very happy, and the curve of her lips could not be suppressed.
He pried open Wen Zhenni's hands that were covering her face, lowered his head, and pecked her eyelids and lips lightly. His low voice was full of anticipation: "I'm looking forward to... a surprise."
Having completely lost all the face she needed to lose, Wen Zhenni uttered an "Ah Wu" and buried her face in his arms with a red face, "Stop talking."
Ci Heng was amused by her, folded his arms, and kissed her shivering shoulders: "Good night, sweetheart."
Wen Zhenni was so embarrassed that she pretended not to know about Lyra's interview. The next morning, Ciheng came to call her after washing and dressing, but she completely ignored him.
Ci Heng glanced at his watch, leaned over, and placed his hands on either side of her body, trapping the person who was lying in bed between his arms. He lowered his head and leaned closer: "Lyra has already left and will be here soon. Eat breakfast, put on makeup, change clothes... If you don't get up now, you will make a fool of yourself."
"I can't get up." Wen Zhenni pulled up the quilt to cover her head and twisted her whole body to the other side.
She wanted to stay in bed, and coupled with the embarrassment of last night, she didn't want to see him for the time being, "It's not my interview..."
Ci Heng pulled back the quilt and nuzzled her warm face, "You're not going to have breakfast?"
Wen Zhenni frowned and slapped his face away, muttering impatiently, "I don't want to eat."
Ciheng pinched her chin and said no, "You must eat breakfast. Let them call you in ten minutes."
The air was silent for two seconds, probably waiting for a response. Wen Zhenni replied vaguely, "Yeah."
The bedroom door opened and closed, the footsteps faded away, and Ciheng left.
About ten minutes later, the maid came to call her as expected.
The chef prepared a simple breakfast and the maid brought it to her bedroom.
After breakfast, Wen Zhenni spent an hour putting on makeup, then picked out a light green strapless floral dress and paired it with burgundy suede high heels.
Standing in front of the mirror, she turned around, thought for a moment, tied her hair into a loose braid, and then hugged it with satisfaction.
The downstairs living room was empty.
The maid told her that the interview team had changed the location from the living room to the garden.
The garden faces the restaurant's floor-to-ceiling windows. Wen Zhenni walked into the restaurant and looked out the window. The garden was full of colorful flowers, the sky was blue and the clouds were white, the sun was warm, and the beautiful scenery filled the window like a richly colored oil painting.
In this painting, Tzu-Heng sits with his legs crossed under a parasol. His presence is dignified, his aura blending seamlessly with the garden behind him, without appearing out of place.
Facing Lyra's sharp questions, he spoke freely, his eyes behind the glasses focused and sharp. Judging from his momentum alone, it seemed as if he was the attacker who controlled the rhythm.
Wen Zhenni quietly raised her cell phone, aimed the camera, tilted her head, and captured his serious and cold expression while he was working.
Unexpectedly, he raised his eyes suddenly and caught her taking a secret photo.
The interview should have come to an end. She saw the man stand up calmly, nod slightly to Lyra, and then the two of them walked towards the villa.
Wen Zhenni turned off the camera and walked out of the restaurant.
Lyra greeted her with a big smile.
Without Lucy, Ciheng naturally took on the role of translator: "Lyra asked you, do you want to take a photo together?"
"Okay." Wen Zhenni nodded immediately.
The commercial section of Global Celebrities is mainly composed of in-depth text interviews, and pictures are not used very often, but professional photographers are always present.
As one of the top ten authoritative magazines in the world, such opportunities are rare and precious, so Wen Zhenni naturally does not want to miss it.
She has a good sense of the camera and is highly cooperative. Under the guidance of the photographer, she can complete their preset effects in a short time.
After the shoot, Lyra watched the finished product and sincerely praised her dress for being beautiful, but she was even more radiant than the dress.
She quipped with a smile, "What's interesting is that many entrepreneurs' families, even if they're very young, always dress maturely and formally for photos, as if this is in line with their wealthy status. But our magazine has never had a strict dress code."
Lyra praised her for being the brightest color in this issue of the magazine and praised her for a long time.
When Ciheng was translating, Wen Zhenni, an extrovert like her, blushed and glanced at him.
After looking at it several times, someone accepted it with peace of mind, as if what he said was the truth.
Although she is beautiful and energetic, it is an indisputable fact.
What was said afterwards was probably about work, and Ciheng only replied in Taraf without translating it.
The journey to Taraf is coming to an end.
Lucy said goodbye on WeChat and returned home early in the afternoon with the company team.
The next morning, Ciheng took her to experience snorkeling and see the colorful fish in the sea and the beautiful corals.
In the afternoon, the couple visited the Hawthornes together and then took an early morning flight out of Tarraf.
After a ten-hour long flight, as soon as they landed in Tianhai, Xi Miao hurriedly called her to eat hot pot.
It was just a small gathering of three people, just her, Mingxia and Xi Miao, to make up for her absence last time.
Wen Zhenni walked into the hot pot restaurant in high heels, took off her mask and hat, and threw the chain bag on her shoulder into the chair next to Xi Miao. She pretended to be dissatisfied and complained, "Can't you take a day off? I just got off the plane."
The fragrant fish head hotpot was on the fire and bubbling. Mingxia put the beef rolls into the pot. Xi Miao had already prepared Wen Zhenni's favorite seafood dipping sauce and handed it to her.
"It's better to do it now than to wait for a better day. If we really make an appointment with you, who knows, there might be a sudden announcement that day and you'll stand us up."
"This is the trouble with being an artist," Mingxia added, "Time revolves around work, and when there are schedule conflicts, personal matters always take a back seat.
Wen Zhenni thought about what Xi Miao said and realized it made sense: "I have to report to the company tomorrow, so it's really hard to adjust the time."
Xi Miao was surprised: "Joined the group again so soon?"
Mingxia said: "Not really. She joined the group seamlessly before."
Wen Zhenni nodded in agreement: "That's right. I'm a hardworking person in the entertainment industry."
As they were talking, a delivery guy in a yellow vest poked his head over, holding a paper bag of coffee and asked, "Hello, is this Ms. Xi's takeout?"
Mingxia raised her hand and gestured: "Yes, it's our coffee."
The delivery man brought the coffee to the table. Xi Miao took it, took out a cup of coffee from it, and handed it to Wen Zhenni: "Here, your life-saving iced Americano is here, drink it."
There were water droplets hanging on the wall of the cup, which was icy cold. Wen Zhenni took a big gulp impatiently, feeling so refreshed that her soul almost floated away.
Xi Miao teased her, "What kind of coffee are you drinking tonight? Coffee with hot pot? You're going abroad, so you're going to eat a lot of different things."
"I don't want to either." Wen Zhenni pointed at her face. "Look at my face. If I go to the company with this face tomorrow, Sister Qin will cut me into pieces."
Mingxia looked around and said, "He's a little swollen. Probably from the plane ride."
"It will be fine after one night's sleep... But speaking of which," Xi Miao paused and asked bluntly, "Have you gained some weight?"
"Don't scare me!" Wen Zhenni said she was worried about gaining weight, but she couldn't stop using her chopsticks. "I weigh over 100 pounds now, and any extra weight will be noticeable. Then the marketing accounts will link up and there will be another wave of negative searches..."
"Come on, there are so many negative trending searches, but you're still as lively as ever." Xi Miao didn't take it seriously. He scooped up a chopstick of boiled tripe and added it to her bowl. "Why think so much? I've already eaten it. At worst, I can lose weight."
Wen Zhenni nodded and stuffed food into her mouth with tears in her eyes: "After this meal, I will work out."
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The author has something to say: After watching the military parade, I haven't typed much. I looked at my drafts and found that I still have half a month's work left. Hehe~ [[Rainbow fart]
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