Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Mad Fairy

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Seeing that Yue Ze's eyes fell on her, Wen Feiyan's eyes softened, making herself look even more charming.

"Yue Ze, you'd better go in quickly to accompany your girlfriend... Leave us alone, we'll leave now."

As she said that, Wen Feiyan went to appease Director Han Shuo and urged them to leave quickly.

From the perspective of others, Wen Feiyan's behavior is really very reasonable.

Come and stay up late at night, and discuss the script with the director.

When Yue Ze drove them away because of personal matters, not only did he not show any displeasure, but he also gently helped to comfort others.

Director Han Shuo is still planning to make trouble with Yue Ze, and it would be best if he could find out about the so-called girlfriend.

But seeing Wen Feiyan being so sensible and polite, he couldn't make trouble anymore.

All I could do was mutter, "She must be a beautiful woman if she hides it from others," and dragged the screenwriter, who had become a caring heart, out.

Wen Feiyan walked behind, evoking a decent smile, and said to Yue Ze who was following them very tenderly and considerately: "It's so late, don't see us off... Hurry up and go in with your girlfriend."

She spoke softly, and lowered her head slightly, just revealing her face.

A strand of hair fell down, and the pointed chin was cute and cute.

Wen Feiyan knew that from Yue Ze's direction, she could just see her most charming profile.

There are only hoes that are not working hard enough in this world, and there is no corner that cannot be dug.

She didn't believe that Yue Ze's current girlfriend could compare to her, Wen Feiyan.

So what if he already has a girlfriend?

She must be able to grab it.

However, Yue Ze glanced at Wen Feiyan's not too ugly side face, but frowned slightly: "I'm not sending you off, I'll lock the door."

"..." The corners of Wen Feiyan's lips were slightly curved, and she almost couldn't hold her back, she grinned away.

She quickly controlled her expression and smiled softly: "Really? So that's the case. But don't bother, I can close the door for you."

"I'm worried." Yue Ze said coldly.

The cool and magnetic voice was enough to make Wen Feiyan's heart shudder.

However, the content of the words almost made Wen Feiyan vomit blood.

No matter how well-bred Wen Feiyan was, she couldn't help but lose her skills at this moment.

She desperately told herself in her heart—'It's okay, don't get angry. Now it's just because Yue Ze's girlfriend is still in the bedroom, in front of that woman, it's inconvenient for him to interact with you intimately. You are so beautiful and of noble birth, only you are worthy of Yue Ze. When that woman is gone, there will be opportunities for Yue Ze to discover your shining points. '

After some self-consolation, the arrogant Wen Feiyan finally resisted the urge to get angry.

She nodded and smiled: "Then I won't bother you, good night."

After speaking, Wen Feiyan went out with Han Shuo and the screenwriter.

When we approached the door, we saw the director and screenwriter walking in front of us chatting about the plot, but no one was paying attention behind us.

Thinking of her previous plan, Wen Feiyan felt aggrieved, so she left in such a despondent and fruitless way.

No matter what, I came here tonight, even if Yue Ze's girlfriend is still in the room, she will leave ripples in Yue Ze's heart.

Thinking of this, her eyes moved slightly.

Holding the door frame with his hands, his feet were soft, and he groaned and fell into Yue Ze's arms beside him——

Koshizawa was autistic when he was young, and the first reaction left by his body was to step back.

But Wen Feiyan had long been optimistic about the angle, the door was narrow, and Yue Ze had no way to retreat.

Her delicate and soft body threw herself into Yue Ze's arms.

Just when she firmly grasped Yue Ze's arm, she pretended to use her strength and wanted to lean into Yue Ze's arms.

A charming, enchanting, very high-pitched voice suddenly came from the inner room.

"Honey...why don't you come in yet. I'm getting impatient waiting for you. I just did it seven or eight times just now and it's not enough...you come in quickly, let's continue, um..."

[The update is complete, see you at 6 o'clock tomorrow night]

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