Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Freud
Chen Jingzhou probably guessed why she came here today, and seeing her unusual initiative at this moment, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.
The two have known each other for several years, but their relationship is pure. They only meet for one thing and never discuss work or personal life.
Being in the same entertainment circle, they would occasionally compete or cooperate at work, but He Chuxi had never contacted him privately, and even the last endorsement incident was addressed directly on Weibo.
Chen Jingzhou did not reject her initiative. He put his hand through her slender waist to support her soft body and asked meaningfully, "What do you want to do?"
He Chuxi rolled her eyes inwardly and pretended.
She leaned close to his ear and whispered softly, "What do you think?"
It was in the late summer four years ago that we slept together by chance.
A rainstorm that occurred once every ten years in San Francisco trapped a boy and a girl who had not yet left the campus.
A month ago, her tutor introduced him to her, saying that he was an exchange student who would study at the school for a month, and she would be responsible for pairing him up.
At that time, He Chuxi began to know that his name was Chen Jingzhou, he was male, had no hobbies, and was studying finance.
A month passed, and she fulfilled her pairing responsibilities conscientiously, providing him with help with campus coordinates, food, daily life, etc. She also got to know this person thoroughly and completely confirmed her first impression.
He is world-weary and indifferent. He must have been forced to come to the exchange. He is not interested in anything.
Apart from that, there is nothing wrong with him. He has all the necessary manners and upbringing and knows how to respect others.
It was raining heavily. She had a car, but his driver was nowhere to be found. She had no choice but to invite him in. "Where are you staying?"
The other party replied coldly, "I don't know."
“…”
"I'm not responsible for remembering the way."
Well, He Chuxi took this big Buddha home.
The rain was so heavy that they were soaked just by walking a few steps in and out of the car.
At that time, she lived in a small apartment near the school. In the not-so-spacious and enclosed space, heavy rain was pouring outside the window, and everything in the house seemed to be wet.
He came out of the bathroom. He Chuxi glanced at his muscular upper body and swallowed unconsciously.
The chest muscles, abdominal muscles, mermaid line, those undulating contours are particularly profound at the junction of light and dark, and every inch of texture is perfect and cannot be replicated.
Although He Chuxi was greedy, he was still clear-headed and pretended not to see it and went to take a shower.
After she finished showering, he was still there, and he arrogantly occupied her sofa. She frowned and asked, "Aren't you going back?"
"No, just stay for one night, thank you."
The man on the sofa leaned sideways with his eyes half-closed, his body completely relaxed, looking tired. He Chuxi didn't chase him away after all.
The accident happened in the middle of the night. She got up at night and turned off the floor lamp when she returned to her room. The man on the sofa, who was a light sleeper and had woken up early, reacted strongly. He rushed over and hugged her, his body shaking constantly.
She suddenly realized something, he was afraid of the dark?
"Chen Jingzhou?" She called his name, but there was no response, and her body was still shaking.
He Chuxi was helpless and half-coaxed the man to sit back on the sofa. She wanted to turn on the light but was stopped. The man kissed her through the hazy night.
Her mind was confused.
I reached out to push him away, but when I felt the tears on his face, I froze.
By the time you react, it's too late.
She didn't regret it, because adults always have to pay for their actions.
I thought that day was the last time they met, but he came to San Francisco again three months later.
They are not very familiar with each other, but they have had sex and both parties enjoy it, so it won’t be that difficult to do it again.
He stayed in San Francisco for only one week, in a three-month cycle, for two years.
They kept in touch, but neither of them had any idea of developing the relationship further. At that time, He Chuxi simply regarded him as a clean sexual partner who could run away at any time.
Later, he made his mark in the domestic entertainment industry, and she graduated and returned to China.
North City is big yet small. The first time Yan Ling took her to see the world, she met this popular dual-career top star.
Everything happened naturally, and she began to visit his estate once a month or once every two months.
This is the best location with tight security.
In the luxurious and low-key Italian-style living room, He Chuxi's eyes were clearly on going deeper. Her delicate white hands lifted the hem of her black home clothes and slid in calmly. "Is the air conditioning not on? It's so hot..."
Chen Jingzhou smiled deeply, looked outside, and suddenly seemed to remember something. "This batch of Freuds is blooming well. I have to cut a few more branches to send to my mother."
"......" He Chuxi gritted her teeth and smiled, "I'll accompany you."
The first time she entered the greenhouse, she was shocked by what she saw.
The greenhouse is about half an acre in size. At the moment, a whole field of rose-red roses are in full bloom, and the air is filled with the rich fragrance of roses.
There is a dedicated person to take care of it. The greenhouse is clean and tidy. The ridges are hardened and there is not a trace of dirt.
The man walked to the operating table at the door, put on gloves, then took the scissors and went into the flower ridge.
The flower buds are big and small. Some have fully bloomed and there is no time to cut them, while some are still small buds. He only cuts the plump and mature ones.
Long roses covered with thorns and green leaves were brought into his arms.
He Chuxi wondered why he no longer had mysophobia?
As I watched, I felt that the scene was extremely strange. The world-weary and arrogant Chen Jingzhou disappeared. At this moment, the man in the flower field seemed to love life, and the only thing left in his world was the roses in front of him.
He moves slowly and selects carefully.
After standing there for about ten minutes, He Chuxi became a little impatient and asked, "Are you done?"
Chen Jingzhou didn't respond. He snipped off the most colorful flower with his scissors and asked, "Do you know why this flower is called Freud?"
"have no idea."
"Freud comes from the 1980s British rock band Pink Floyd. Some say it's related to the psychoanalyst Freud. Its flower language is 'you wander aimlessly in my dreams,' implying faith, tranquility, and hope."
He Chuxi wasn't interested in these things, but since he was serious about it, she patiently responded, "Is it expensive?"
Chen Jingzhou glanced back at her, then withdrew, a smile slowly spreading from the corners of his eyes, "Not expensive."
He cut out about a dozen more branches, but the work was not over yet. It took another while to remove thorns and leaves and prune the branches.
After finishing the flowers, she handed them to the housekeeper and said, "Send them to my mother."
He Chuxi originally thought that he was just making up an excuse, but she didn't expect that he would actually cut flowers for his mother.
Chen Jingzhou's mother is one of the best dancers in North City. She was graceful and elegant when she was young, and her performance was priceless. Now she has retired behind the scenes and is a professor at the dance academy and the president of the dance association. She is highly respected.
But no matter who he was sending, He Chuxi was still thinking about something at the moment, but the man took his time to take off his gloves and wash his hands.
The dense foam gradually submerged the bony protrusions of his wrists, and he rubbed them gently and slowly. He made the simple action of washing hands look elegant.
She was so angry that she turned around and left the greenhouse.
It's impossible that he didn't know why he came, but he still had to cut flowers in the middle of the night and was still procrastinating.
He did it on purpose. He has a terrible temper.
Chen Jingzhou looked at the woman's proud back as she left, and raised the corners of his lips.
After washing my hands, I entered the villa and found my shoes and bag were still at the door.
I went up to the second floor and heard the sound of water in the bathroom.
He changed into a new set of clothes and lay down on the bed, then picked up his tablet to read the latest news.
The hot search term #贺初曦吧# has disappeared, but there are still many discussions about the two of them under Mingwei's hot search. He took a few glances and roughly understood what was going on.
The movie "The Eighth Day of the Lunar New Year" was invested by Tianyu. Director Fang has always wanted him to act in it, but he has not agreed yet. However, the company has already used him as a promotional topic.
He usually doesn't care much about these things, and he understands that everyone needs to make money, so most of the time he turns a blind eye.
A few days ago, Director Fang sent him several auditions for female lead roles and asked him to choose one, but he did not interfere.
Chen Jingzhou continued to stroke a few times and put down the tablet after the woman finished washing and left.
He raised his eyes, and in the mist, his face was flushed bright red by the heat. The bath towel was folded into loose folds on his chest, and a shallow puddle was exposed at his collarbone, shining with his breathing.
He Chuxi wiped her hair and asked naturally, "Where's the hair dryer?"
"cloakroom."
When she came out after blow-drying her hair, the main light in the bedroom was off. The man on the bed was half leaning against the bed, looking at her with burning eyes.
With aggressive desire, the pupils shrank into two bottomless holes, and all light seemed to be sucked in and crushed.
He Chuxi's breathing subconsciously stopped.
Chen Jingzhou's style in bed is just like him, with undercurrents surging beneath his calm exterior. In the darkness, all his unruly nature is revealed, warm and passionate, releasing everything.
The woman pursed her lips and walked over.
As soon as she got close, she was pulled down and fell on the bed. He covered her and kissed her.
......
In the dim and charming room with the faint moonlight, the woman lay on the man's shoulder with a lazy posture, her fingertips sliding from his sharp brow bone to his high nose bridge.
He Chuxi has seen many outstanding men. Her father and He Xingchen are already outstanding men, not to mention the countless male celebrities she has met after entering the entertainment industry. But she is still impressed by the face in front of her. No one can resist these exquisite eyes when they are full of desire.
Regardless of anything else, she had something to gain by having sex with him.
The slender fingers finally stopped at the rosy lips, and He Chuxi said in a low voice: "Chen Jingzhou, am I not pure?"
The man chuckled softly, thinking of what had just happened, and did not answer.
"Director Fang's leading female role, give it to me."
"Okay." Chen Jingzhou raised his eyes, his dark gaze falling on the red mark on her shoulder, "What can you give me?"
They had a consensus that sex partners were a matter of mutual benefit. He Chuxi also derived a lot of pleasure from this young, upright body, so she asked gently, "What do you want?"
Chen Jingzhou rubbed the kiss mark on his shoulder with his fingertips, and his voice seemed casual, "I want you."
He took her hand and gently kissed the pulse at her wrist, then raised his crystal blue eyes and looked into hers.
He Chuxi's heart stopped.
Like being pierced by the thorns of the roses blooming passionately in the greenhouse.
But the next moment, he took out a black tie from somewhere, wrapped it around her wrists, tightened it, turned over, and clasped her imprisoned hands above her head.
Low and plundering.
.....
At one o'clock, He Chuxi got up, picked up a bath towel from the ground, wrapped herself around it, and went to the cloakroom to change clothes.
Chen Jingzhou glanced sideways, quietly watching the pretty figure through a layer of frosted glass.
After a rustling sound, the woman left without looking back.
The bedroom door opened and closed, and he stood up to rinse off the sweat.
After showering, I casually wrapped myself in a bath towel and went to the window.
The cigarette lit between his fingers, and the smell of nicotine filled the air.
The man half leaned against the window frame and dialed a phone call. His bath towel was slightly loose, and his mermaid line undulated and sank into the edge, which was extremely sexy.
The voice on the other end of the phone was respectful: "Mr. Chen."
Chen Jingzhou exhaled a puff of cigarette and asked calmly, "Has the female lead for 'The Eighth Day' been decided?"
Director Fang was delighted: "Mr. Chen, who do you like?"
"Let me ask you first."
Director Fang immediately said, "Mingwei and He Chuxi are more suitable at the moment. He Chuxi has great potential, but..." Director Fang pondered for a moment and then said, "Mingwei might be even better."
Director Fang actually felt sorry for her. He Chuxi's audition was a perfect match for the role of Xia Xiaoyu. He had also seen the film in which she won the Best Actress award. It was an outstanding performance, with her acting so good that it was almost hard to tell whether it was real or fake.
Although he is a big director, everyone is equal like ants in front of capital. Mingwei's economic company is Tianye Media, and the major shareholder behind Tianye Media is Tianyu Group. Weighing the pros and cons, no matter how good He Chuxi is, he can't compare to Mingwei.
As soon as the voice fell, he heard the other side say: "I don't want to act with Mingwei."
Director Fang was stunned for a moment, then delighted. He had agreed to play the male lead.
Then he continued to wonder, "But Mr. Chen, don't you have a grudge against He Chuxi?"
The voice on the phone was hoarse from smoke, and if you listened carefully, you could almost see the curve of the man's mouth. "This is fun, isn't it?"
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