There are few tourists on Love Island, and there are only a few sparse umbrellas standing on the silver beach.

People followed the sound and looked at it, and it was easy to find Jiang Rongqing under the big brown umbrella.

"Why are you here?"

Thinking of his appearance of "scratching his head and posing" when shooting, all of which were taken into the eyes of the man, Song Yunyan twitched the corners of his mouth twice, looking at him, there was an embarrassment of being monitored by the teacher in real time to write homework.

Jiang Rongqing rarely wore a refreshing white T-shirt, a pair of loose beach pants, and a pair of black super, casual dress Compared with the usual suit and leather shoes, he was a little more casual and uninhibited handsome.

With long legs, he strode over and plucked the black super, revealing a slightly dull handsome face.

"I'm not coming, are you going to take off your whole clothes?"

Saying coldly, he stretched out his hand to Ah Chengyi, who was accompanying him.

"Uh, what did Mr. Jiang command?"

Ah Cheng, who had a good understanding with him, was a little stunned for a while.

"Clothes!"

Glancing at him unhappily, Jiang Rongqing's face became even colder for a while.

Ah Cheng still didn't know why, but he still obediently handed over the black windproof jacket he was holding for the boss.

That's because the sea breeze is strong in the morning, so Jiang Rongqing went out in clothes.

Now, his movements were not very gentle and wrapped around the little woman's fair shoulders.

Looking up and glancing at the outline of the scorching sun, Song Yunyan squinted his eyes, and he couldn't laugh or cry, "Mr. Jiang, I'm not cold." ”

The man slammed down the sentence "I'm hot!", and couldn't help but pull her away.

As he walked, he left a cold command to the interrupted filming team: "Wait, I'll take her to change clothes!"

Everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to say more than half a word.

When the two of them walked away, the crowd immediately erupted in snickering.

"Poof, Mr. Jiang is jealous, right?"

"Miss Song-oh no, it's Mrs. Jiang, she doesn't wear revealing clothes, Mr. Jiang is so possessive, tsk. ”

"It seems that Jiang is always eaten to death. ”

“......”

The chatter was drowned out by the sound of the waves and the wind, and the two of them heard nothing.

was dragged all the way into the fitting room, and when the door closed, Song Yunyan broke away from the man's hand angrily.

After the first night of friendship on the island, the relationship between the two is somewhat delicate.

Song Yunyan felt closer to him, but at the same time, because of his bizarre past, as well as his methods and abilities, she had an instinctive fear and alienation from him.

After two days of getting along, although he intended to make a gentle appearance to coax her, she was always a little uncomfortable.

But today, he was cold and domineering, but she suddenly found the feeling she had before.

Jiang Rongqing, who she was familiar with and close to, is back.

"Is it okay for Mr. Jiang to be jealous and divide the occasion? This is my job! What you said will not affect my work!"

Rubbing her aching wrist, she also returned to her previous unscrupulous appearance towards him, complaining angrily.

"Heh, do you dare to mention work? For your broken work, the wedding ring must be changed into a necklace!"

The man's depression is heavier than hers.

Glaring at her heavily, Jiang Rongqing didn't pay attention to her anymore, and turned around to pick out new clothes.

It turned out that –

On the hangers, you'll find either cool sundresses, fabric-saving hot pants and crop tops, or even two bikinis!

The more he turned it, the darker his face became.

"Is this a photo or a private room? What is it! My artists under Jiang Rongqing, do they need to rely on hue to become popular?"

Fingers picked up a sundress with very little fabric, his face was full of disgust, and he said in a weird way.

Song Yunyan laughed angrily, "Mr. Jiang, it's just clothes that show your shoulders, this is also called selling hue?"

"I said yes, yes. ”

Glancing at her, he shook his hand in disgust, letting the sundress flutter lightly to the ground.

With a cold snort, he took out his mobile phone and called: "Hey, Ah Cheng, go find the costume stylist of the shooting team and choose some new clothes!"

“......”

According to Mr. Jiang's request, the new clothes were sent soon.

Song Yunyan tried them on one by one, and saw that the big boss finally had a smile on his face.

To the last white gauze dress from head to toe, he Shi Shiran sat on the sofa in the fitting room, and gently hooked the corners of his lips while watching her look in the mirror.

It seems to be satisfied.

But Song Yunyan looked at the dressing mirror and glanced at his outfit that he could go to the monastery immediately......

can only show a wry smile that is more ugly than crying.

After changing clothes and continuing to shoot, the result of the film can be imagined.

By the time the shoot was complete, the photographer's entire face was stiff.

"Mrs. Jiang, the sample will be sent to you first, and the repaired film will take two days to come out. ”

dismissed the staff of the filming crew, and when the photographer communicated with Song Yunyan, he was weak throughout the whole process.

was supposed to be a group of blockbusters that could make her famous, but because of Mr. Jiang's intervention, now every photo is nondescript.

Holding back his laughter, Song Yunyan said "hard work" sincerely, immediately clicked "receive documents", and saved those samples.

Look through them one by one, in the sea breeze, on the beach, under the coconut trees......

Against a glamorous tropical backdrop, she wears a long-sleeved long skirt, a light gauze shawl, and a swimsuit that is conservative to the point of resembling a wetsuit......

It's so stunning!

Laughing and angry, she posted the photo in the circle of friends.

At the same time, it is accompanied by words: someone's taste is really, hehehehe.

It was followed by several sneering memes.

After posting the circle of friends, I was just about to put away my phone, but it was a reply reminder.

Curiously, it was actually from Jiang Rongqing, who never played social software.

He commented coldly: Oh, who are you satirizing?

There was actually an emoji behind it, and it was a little yellow face that rolled its eyes.

This childish little pattern is too inconsistent with Mr. Jiang's serious and arrogant aura!

Song Yunyan was novel and funny, and immediately replied: Whoever is seated is sarcastic.

Soon, the man replied: Go back to the hotel right away and come back to clean you up!

......

The two of them come and go in the circle of friends, picking on each other.

Ji Nansheng, who was far away in China, set Song Yunyan's dynamics to the top, and watched the content of the replies increase one by one, and there was no half sweet word in their exchange, but that tacit understanding and warmth deeply pierced his eyes.

With his fist clenched hard, he closed the circle of friends and couldn't look at it anymore.

Taking a deep breath, he changed his clothes and got up, and drove to the Jiang family's old house.

"Nansheng, you're a rare guest, sit down. ”

Ji Ying was arranging flowers in the flower room, and when she saw him, she greeted him with a smile on her face, but there was a bit of scrutiny hidden in her eyes.

"Auntie, I'm here to ask you for something. ”

As Ji Ying's nephew, Ji Nansheng doesn't like this aunt very much.

So after returning to China for so long, he never came to visit.

"It's all a family, what do you say, please?"

Ji Ying took a sip of tea with a smile and asked, "What is the need to get my aunt, you can just say it." ”

Ji Nansheng pursed his lips, raised his eyes, and looked deeply into Ji Ying's eyes.

After a while, he said word by word: "I know, you don't want Rong Qing to marry an actor like Song Yunyan." ”

Ji Ying was noncommittal.

Ji Nansheng continued, "Now, I want her. I think my aunt would be happy to work with me. ”