The luxury suite on the top floor of the cruise ship has top-notch facilities, and the fingerprint of the seasonal banquet ceremony is pressed on the door lock, and the crisp and pleasant electronic butler softly says: "Welcome home", and slowly unfolds the pure electric door.

Every light in the room is just right, the air conditioning is suitable, the smell is clean, and the warm yellow light that automatically matches at night sets off an ambiguous and tranquil atmosphere.

Ji Yanli stepped in first, took off his coat casually, and unbuttoned his shirt twice.

When he turned around, he found Shang Zhi standing at the door without moving, his head slightly lowered, and he didn't speak or see his expression.

With his hands in his pockets, he reclined on the low cabinet on the porch, showing a sense of lazy luxury.

"What? Repented? He stood up straight, picked up the cigarette case and lighter from the cabinet, turned his head to light the cigarette, and slurred his lips: "I regret it now......"

Make it.

Shang Zhi stood in front of him in stride as he went to the execution ground, and asked him to swallow the last three words back.

He was stunned for a moment, narrowed his eyes playfully, and looked down at her trembling and hesitating.

Shang Zhi was really afraid, he was blown by the cold wind just now, his blood was on his head, and he asked in a lonely voice, how frivolous he was on his lips just now, and now he has hairy in his heart.

I heard that the rich man couldn't spend his tricks to play with the young lady, will she die in his bed, and tomorrow the front page headline will publish a lace report on her tragic death by climbing out of bed.

Or, will Ji Yanli have any unspeakable illness, after all, he looks like he has seen many women, comfortable and absent-minded.

She is not afraid of death, but she doesn't want to die so unclear and ashamed to say it.

Her face faded from the fragility she had just had, replaced by an indescribable entanglement and hesitation, and her eyes, which were always tinged with worldliness or faint sadness, became vivid.

"What are you thinking?"

"I wonder if you're going to be sick." When people meditate, their mouths tend to be faster than their brains.

I don't think it's appropriate to blurt it out, Shang Zhi, is this the attitude of asking people to do things.

Ji Yanli raised her eyebrows, and suddenly walked close to her, until there was only a gap between the two of them.

"What do you mean?"

Shang Zhi's eyes wandered around, and he replied in a mess: "I mean, will you sleep and snore, or grind your teeth, or ......?"

The warm touch on her cheeks made her feel cold, her scalp "buzzed" numb, and she could feel small goosebumps on her arms.

Ji Yanli's fingertips swept across the side of her face, slowly and gently down to her chin, and suddenly the tiger's mouth made a force, jamming her smooth chin, forcing her to tilt her head slightly.

Shang Zhi's eyes overflowed with a kind of panic, and then fell silent under his comfort, but his eyes were too bright for Ji Yanli to dare to look directly.

"Shang Zhi, you look like this is more cute than when you were coy, I don't know how many times."

Shang Zhi trembled slightly, but he suddenly withdrew all his movements, let go of her, and took a step back.

The whole person was tired and lazy to the extreme, his leather shoes were a little dragging on the ground, he leaned into the soft sofa idly, put out the cigarette in the glass ashtray, raised his hand and rubbed his nose bone.

Happily asked her, "Say, what do you want me to help you with?" ”

Shang Zhi thinks that he is at a first-class level in and out of the play, but he still doesn't have as much skill as him, his face is still red, and his breathing is disordered.

Looking up at him blankly: "What? ”

His eyes were like torches, staring at her for a moment, with a faint look of being defeated by her: "Didn't you ask me to do you a favor?" ”

Shang Zhi understood.

She adjusted her breathing, walked to him and sat down: "Mr. Ji, have you heard of sea passengers?" ”

Called him Mr. Ji again, Ji Yanli lowered his head and pulled the corners of his mouth, he really used people to face forward, not to face backwards, and looked like he was holding him casually.

But he didn't understand what she meant.

Sea Guest is the work of a famous writer in the Sakura Country, because the subject matter is niche, the content is dark and bloody, and there is no chance to promote it in the mainland. The villa where Ji Yanli lived as an adult had a huge study.

The partition of the study is directly used for the bookcase, which is convenient for him to store books.

There is this book in every square on the wall. If you really ask him the reason for the collection, he doesn't remember it, and vaguely thinks that it must be because he has never seen this type of book, so he is curious.

He did turn a few pages, starting from the first chapter, eighteen forbidden descriptions, and the darkness of human nature made people dizzy and disgusting.

He'd turned it, and he'd only ever turned the pages.

There is no level, it is all ugly.

Ji Yanli raised her eyebrows, not understanding why she suddenly mentioned this: "I've heard of it, what?" ”

"He's my father's next film in the pipeline."

Ji Yanli suddenly understood that such a subject matter and scale would be cut off before it was submitted for approval to radio and television.

He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that she had something to help: "You want me to help you unblock the relationship?" ”

"No, I want you to help me make this film fail the review and be on the market."