攻略偏执狂[快穿]

Entertainment Stand-in

　　Qin Mo sneered and unbuttoned his cuffs: "Moreover, Mr. Yan," he rolled up his sleeves, "I'll give you this, so you should stay away from Jiang Fei!"

　　As soon as he finished speaking, he punched Yan Wang hard.

　　Naturally, Yan Wang was not to be outdone, and the two fought in the huge office.

　　I don't know how long it took, but the door was pushed open from the outside.

　　Ye Qingqing looked at the situation inside in disbelief, and it took him a while to realize: "Amo, Yanwang, what are you doing?"

　　The two did not speak.

　　It's just that the fists are getting harder and harder.

　　Ye Qingqing looked at Xiao Li on the side.

　　"It seems...Mr. Yan thought Miss Jiang and Mr. Qin were together." Xiao Li explained dryly.

　　Ye Qingqing's face turned pale, and she barely managed to steady herself. Looking at the two men who were still fighting, she clenched her fist and rushed forward, blocking the middle: "Stop fighting."

　　Yan Wang's fist stopped in front of Ye Qingqing's eyes, his face was bruised and purple, and the corners of his lips were bleeding. He looked at Ye Qingqing, then at Qin Mo, and smiled mockingly.

　　Last night, this woman even said she wanted to celebrate his birthday.

　　Stand in front of other men today.

　　He actually didn't feel anything anymore.

　　Picking up the coat that fell on the ground, Yan Wang swallowed the blood, turned around and walked outside.

　　But when I walked outside, there were tall buildings and the weather was gloomy, but I didn't know where to go.

　　Finally, he quietly walked back the way he came.

　　…

　　There were still scenes at noon and evening. Jiang Fei went directly to the set after coming out of the hospital.

　　By the time we finished shooting the whole day, it was already past 11pm.

　　After saying goodbye to Sister Zhang, Jiang Fei went directly back to the hotel, but was stunned when he saw the figure at the door of the room.

　　Under the dim yellow light, Yan Wang was sitting there, leaning against the door, with one leg straight and the other slightly bent. His long hair was messy, his coat was scattered around him, his delicate eyebrows were full of depression, and the corners of his lips were bloody. His face was covered in bruises and bruises, and he looked very embarrassed.

　　Hearing the noise, he looked towards her blankly.

　　But the moment he saw her, his eyes were busy for half a second, but he still looked at her uneasily.

　　"What are you doing here?" Jiang Fei walked up to him.

　　Yan Wang stared at her: "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

　　From last night to tonight.

　　I don't know where to go, I just want to be here, thinking that I can always wait for her.

　　Jiang Fei lowered his eyes: "Why are you waiting for me?"

　　Yan Wang pursed his lips and stood up with difficulty: "Why are you back so late?"

　　Jiang Fei looked at the injuries on his face.

　　Yanwang asked again: "Where did you go last night?"

　　"Who did you meet?"

　　"What have you done?"

　　He kept asking questions, hiding the uneasiness in his heart.

　　Jiang Fei paused, didn't speak, and didn't make any move to open the door. He just stood there.

　　Yan Wang gradually calmed down, lowered his head, and said for a long time: "Jiang Fei, let's cancel the bet."

　　Jiang Fei glanced at the 80 favorability score above his head and didn't ask a question. He just took out a tissue from his bag and handed it to him: "Who are you fighting with?"

　　Yan Wang looked at the tissue for a while, then reached out to take it, and casually rubbed the corners of his lips: "Qin Mo."

　　"Why?" Jiang Fei asked.

　　"Aren't you going to..." Yan Wang's voice stopped suddenly. He suddenly thought of something the next second and stared straight at Jiang Fei.

　　At this moment, I vaguely remembered that Jiang Fei hung up the phone last night and she said, "Sorry, Mr. Yan."

　　At that time, he was right in front of her, and there was no way that "Mr. Yan" could be him.

　　Jiang Feixin has won several endorsements, and the Yan family is behind them.

　　"Is it...Yan Yunzhou?" He murmured.

　　Jiang Fei was silent.

　　"Jiang Fei," Yan Wang's voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, "do you like Yan Yunzhou?"

　　Jiang Fei didn't respond, just stepped forward, took the tissue in his hand, gently wiped the blood on the corners of his lips, and gently wiped the dust under his eyebrows.

　　Yanwang looked at her steadily.

　　"I should have told you earlier," Jiang Fei smiled, took back the tissue, folded it carefully, and continued to gently wipe the blood stains on his cheeks, "After all, I no longer want Qin Mo, but... you I want to get Miss Ye."

　　Yan Wang's throat tightened and he looked down at the woman in front of him: "Jiang Fei..."

　　"He is very kind to me," Jiang Fei continued to straighten his messy shirt and smiled miserably, "Give me resources, give me money, I don't ask for anything more."

　　"So, even if he doesn't have me in his eyes, doesn't like me, or even gives me to another man, it doesn't matter." Jiang Fei glanced at the corridor inadvertently, then lowered his eyes, his eyes filled with water. Light.

　　Yan Wang stared blankly at the tears in the corners of her eyes, his heart aching with pain: "Jiang Fei, you don't understand him at all..."

　　The sound stopped suddenly.

　　Jiang Fei stroked his cheek gently and stared at him seriously, as if he was the only one in his eyes: "He is very similar to you."

　　Yan Wang was startled, and his heart was filled with panic, as if something was completely out of control. This feeling was frightening.

　　Because of him? So He Yan Yunzhou...

　　Yan Wang reacted suddenly the next second, stared at Jiang Fei, suddenly turned around and walked towards the elevator, almost escaping in defeat.

　　Favorability: 90.

　　Jiang Fei looked at his back, lowered his eyes and smiled lightly.

　　But she did not enter the room, and stood quietly for a while. When the time was almost up, she turned to look deeper into the corridor: "Are you awake so early?"

　　In the dimness, a person slowly walked out, still wearing a white shirt and black trousers. His face was still pale due to a long illness, but the red mole under his eyebrows was reflected in the light.

　　Yan Yunzhou stopped in front of Jiang Fei, lowered his head and stared at her: "Miss Jiang."

　　Jiang Fei smiled: "Mr. Yan."

　　Yan Yunzhou gently took the hand she had touched someone else's hand and placed it on his cheek, then turned his head and kissed her palm gently: