Shen Fanyin dreamed of a wolf.

It didn't pounce on her, it didn't bite her, it just stared at her fixedly.

It's extraordinary.

Shen Fanyin opened his eyes suddenly, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Then she saw Jing Zeheng standing at the end of the bed, a pair of deep eyes staring at her.

Shen Fanyin: "What are you looking at?"

She covered her heart, and always felt that his eyes were very similar to the wolf in her dreams.

Jing Zeheng's voice was slightly hoarse: "Look at you."

"Look, what?"

"I want to crutch you to bed when I want to."

「…… Rogues!"

Shen Fanyin's face was flushed, she glared at him sadly, hugged the quilt and waved at him: "You go out, I want to change my clothes."

Jing Zeheng walked from the end of the bed to the head of the bed, reached out and pinched her chin, "I'll help you."

"Get out!"

Shen Fanyin dragged the pillow with his hand and smashed his wolf claws open.

Jing Zeheng looked at her and sighed.

He really didn't want to go.

But if he didn't leave, he wasn't sure what he could do.

Shen Fanyin looked at the door that was closed again, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

The old man really can't be messed with.

She slept so well that he could think of it.

What can I do?

How to deal with this kind of thing, Shen Fanyin has no experience.

She could only get dressed and wrap herself as tightly as she could, lest he think about it again.

As everyone knows, it doesn't matter what she wears, what matters is her.

Jing Zeheng sat behind his desk and stretched out his hand to her, "Come here."

Shen Fanyin took two small steps forward and didn't leave, keeping a safe distance from him.

Jing Zeheng took a sip of water, and changed the topic to stop thinking about the scene just now: "Go to Qingshan Residence to eat at night?"

"Yes." Shen Fanyin nodded.

As long as you don't mention it, you can eat whatever you want.

"Cheng Ye gave me two movie tickets, let's watch them together after eating?" Jing Zeheng suggested.

Shen Fanyin thought about it, nodded and agreed, "Okay, go."

Jing Zeheng still sat in place, looking at her.

Shen Fanyin: "Aren't you leaving?"

"Come here." Jing Zeheng said, "Let me kiss it."

「……」

So the one she dreamed of in her dreams was sex. Wolves, right?

When the two of them left Shenghua, it was already six o'clock.

Fortunately, Qingshanju is not far from Shenghua, otherwise this evening rush hour would not have to be jammed.

Shen Fanyin sat in the passenger seat, fiddling with the seat belt boredly.

Jing Zeheng glanced at her sideways and asked casually, "Is there something wrong with Su Xingmu?"

"Huh?" Shen Fanyin raised his head blankly, and immediately smiled, "Yes, digging a pit, you need Mr. Su's cooperation."

"Who do you want to bury?" Jing Zeheng asked with a low smile.

Shen Fanyin turned sideways and curled up lazily on the seat: "Nie Bao'er."

She looked at Jing Zeheng, as if as long as he had the slightest objection, she would turn her face on the spot.

Jing Zeheng just nodded: "Can Su Xingmu do it? Why don't I help you?"

"You?" Shen Fanyin looked at him with interest, "What can you do?"

"Let Cheng Ye check her during the day," Jing Zeheng replied, "She participated in Xingrui's draft, I can find a director, take her away in the name of filming, drag her not to sign a contract, and then throw her when Xingrui's show starts."

Jing Zeheng said lightly, without any guilt.

Shen Fanyin pondered for a while and then shook his head: "Although your idea is quite lacking in morality, I don't think Nie Bao'er is really stupid and boundless, she is just a character who doesn't see rabbits and doesn't scatter eagles, so she can't be fooled."

Jing Zeheng: "Then I'll think about it again,

Find a director who can act."

Shen Fanyin snorted and laughed.

She looked at Jing Zeheng and said in a long voice, "Mr. Jing is so calculating a little girl, isn't it okay?"

Jing Zeheng smiled and stretched out his hand to her, and replied lightly: "I have no moral cleanliness, she has bullied you, I can't retaliate too much."

When he said this, he unconsciously thought of the blood test report.

A touch of coldness crossed his eyes, which was fleeting, and Shen Fanyin didn't notice it.

She grabbed his fingers, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised.

She likes such a preference.

She whispered, "Leave it alone, it's not worth it to get your hands dirty for her."

"What about you?"

"I didn't do anything," Shen Fanyin tilted her head and said with a smile, "I'm just reminding Mr. Su that silk has been hot recently, and if the assistant director under her who likes silk really wants to make a documentary, now is the best time."

She said it in a cloudy way, but Jing Zeheng still understood what she meant in an instant.

A smile tinted into his lips, and he tightened her grip on her fingertips.

Shen Fanyin asked, "Do you think I'm too ruthless?"

"No, it won't." Jing Zeheng replied, "You are already very tactful."

"What does that mean not being tactful?"

"How about I ask Cao Guan to send two people to put on a sack and beat her?" Jing Zeheng said casually, "Wait until she is discharged from the hospital and then beat until you are satisfied."

The corners of Shen Fanyin's lips trembled slightly: "Mr. Jing, you are becoming more and more like the boss who doesn't understand the law."

Jing Zeheng chuckled, "If I really did it, would you report me?"

As he spoke, he heard the car in front of the Aoyama Residence.

Shen Fanyin sat there and didn't move, still looking at him quietly.

Jing Zeheng turned sideways and stared at her bright eyes.

After Shen Fanyin looked at him for a while, he said seriously, "I can give you an alibi."

Jing Zeheng smiled contentedly.

He didn't want her to fall into the quagmire, so he should be clean.

Put on a sack or something, forget it.

He reached out and pinched her face and said, "Let's go, eat."

"Okay."

The two of them got out of the car one after another and entered Qingshan Ju side by side.

It is impossible to have paparazzi inside Aoyama, but outside......

In a black car that didn't look amazing, a paparazzi was happily dialing Cheng Ye's number: "Secretary Cheng, I have an ambiguous photo of Mr. Jing and Miss Shen here, three million, no two prices!"

Cheng Ye: "If you love it, you will send it."

"What?"

The paparazzi were stunned, checked the phone number again in disbelief, and emphasized again: "It's Jing Zeheng and Shen Fanyin!" They're in the car!"

Cheng Ye: "Oh, whatever you want."

The paparazzi blinked and took a step back: "Two million eight million!"

Cheng Ye: "No."

"Two million six thousand!"

"Don't give."

"Two million!"

"While playing."

"One million ,900,000!"

"You look at the text message, I have drawn up a few titles for you, you can refer to them."

「……」

The paparazzi held their phones in disbelief, not knowing what was wrong.

Recently, many of his peers have received public relations fees from Sheng Hua, why did the script change when it was his turn?

He still wants to struggle a little more, not a million, even a hundred thousand!

But the phone has hung up.

He opened the text message with curiosity, and when he looked closely, his eyes almost fell off-