Chapter 1400: Strategy for the Past Actor

"Yes." Duan Mu smiled, "I am proposing to Fengguang."

She stayed for a while, "We just kissed and hugged for the first time today, and you proposed to me?"

This speed is too fast!

"Do you want Fengguang to reject my proposal?" His eyes narrowed slightly and his smile became gentler.

Her back felt a little cold, and she hugged his waist again. She said sweetly: "Duan Mu, I agree to your proposal!"

Duan Mu raised his lips with a gentle smile. He lowered his head slightly and pressed it against her ear. He took a gentle sniff of her breath. His kiss fell on her white neck, kissing the red spot again. He said softly, "I will mend the ring in the near future..."

She held his head and inserted her fingers into his hair. Even her voice was light and airy, "Okay..."

This is not a suitable place. He can't simply take her, but this does not prevent him from seeking benefits for himself, especially when she is drunk and appears particularly bold.

And she was so bold and cute. He suddenly found that he liked her a little more.

However, when the clock reached twelve o'clock and she fell asleep in his arms, he had to let her go back. The driver saw that his lady was unconscious and being held down by this man, and he was obviously very hurt. Shocked, he hurried over and saw that Feng Guang's clothes were intact and his sleeping face was peaceful, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Xia Chao would act recklessly, it didn't mean that he would watch his daughter act recklessly.

Duan Mu put Feng Guang into the car. He took off his suit jacket and covered her body. She gently stroked her cheek, and she let out a cry in her sleep.

He smiled, then exited the car, standing there watching the car gradually leave his sight.

It is conceivable that Xia Chao was furious when he saw his daughter wearing a man's coat, but Feng Guang went upstairs happily holding the coat. Duan Mu is a caring man, and this is something she has known for a long time. But she couldn't help but feel happy every time he paid attention to her.

Although the relationship between the two was confirmed, she did not dare to go to him so carelessly when there were so many people on the set. Others in the crew thought that the young lady was just acting on a whim. She was curious about filming, but only Yao Feng knew that the only person she was really interested in was Duan Mu. However, Yao Feng didn't dare to talk nonsense. Duan Mu's zero scandal couldn't be ruined in his hands.

Three days later, there will be a press conference for the crew. The press conference will be held in a hotel. All major media will come. As the largest investor, Feng Feng will naturally go there, but he will not appear in front of the media.

In the corridor, Feng Guang, who was pressed against the wall, had just received a passionate French kiss. Duan Mu's fingertips gently slid across the corners of her moist lips, and he pressed a kiss on it. He whispered: "Wait for the release. It will be over and I will take you to play."

"Well..." She blushed and said, "Kiss me again."

He smiled, and as she wished, he lowered his head and kissed her lips again.

However, the press conference was about to begin, and he couldn't leave for too long. He could only tell her to wait for him in the hotel room after the kiss, and he left.

Fengguang felt that this man was really attractive. She cupped her face and thought about the kiss before walking back to her room along the corridor. However, halfway through, she heard the sound of dripping water and looked to the side. The door of the room was ajar, and a voice told her not to look, but another voice told her that if she didn't look, she would definitely miss something.

Fengguang took a step closer hesitantly, and the sound of dripping water became louder. A gust of wind came from somewhere, and the half-open door was fully opened, and the smell of blood filled his nostrils.

The person standing in the corridor fell to the ground, and she covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming.

In the room, on a ladder used for work, a woman was hung on the ladder by a hook, covered in blood. Her head was down, and the wound on her neck was still gushing blood and dripping. on the floor.

The woman had her eyes open, as if waiting for someone to find her dead.