fiery fall

"Mr. Fu, let me toast you."

Zhou Cheng picked up the wine glass in front of him, stood up and saluted Fu Qianbei.

"You're welcome, Director Zhou." Fu Qianbei picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip, without losing Zhou Cheng's face.

After Zhou Cheng opened his mouth, others also raised their glasses to toast Fu Qianbei, thanking him for his willingness to invest in the movie "The Red" and for giving them a chance.

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely lively, and Fu Qianbei drank four or five drinks in a short time.

Even though Shen Ennan was wearing a mask, he could smell the alcohol on the man's body, and a flash of worry could not help but appear in his dark eyes.

"Mr. Fu, let me toast you too." Zhou Sisi said nervously, holding up her wine glass. She spent nearly seven or eight minutes mentally building up.

I thought that she was already very disliked by Mr. Fu in the bathroom just now. Now the director, assistant director, Ning Jia and other main actors have toasted to Fu Qianbei. If she is disrespectful, is her emotional intelligence too low?

Fu Qianbei's wine glass was empty, and Zhou Cheng sat next to him, about to perform the kissing ceremony.

Shen Ennan said tactfully: "Director Zhou, you haven't eaten much food yet. Drinking too much wine is harmful to your health. Why don't you let Mr. Fu eat some food first?"

Zhou Sisi's eyelids jumped when she heard this.

Zhou Cheng stopped pouring the wine and observed Fu Qianbei's expression out of the corner of his eye.

Even after drinking four or five drinks, the latter still looked cold and noble on the surface, like a white lotus that has not fallen into dust. Zhou Cheng smiled and said: "Screenwriter Shen, you are looking down on Mr. Fu. Look at Mr. Fu. Now he looks calm and relaxed, he is not drunk at all, it doesn’t matter..."

Zhou Cheng made a show of continuing to refill his cup.

Fu Qianbei's slender bamboo-like hands held the empty wine glass, moved it half an inch in front of him, and smiled with thin lips: "Director Zhou, I can't drink anymore."

Chinese people like to drink wine at the dinner table. Zhou Cheng opened his mouth and said with a smile: "Mr. Fu, the alcohol content of this wine is not high, mainly because I am happy..."

From the corner of his eye, Fu Qianbei clearly saw the worry in Shen Ennan's eyebrows deepening, and a touch of warmth flashed through his heart. His tone was gentle but with the pressure of a superior, making people dare not refuse.

"Screenwriter Shen is right. Drinking too much alcohol can harm your health. Besides, I have a bad gastrointestinal condition, so I can't drink too much. This will make my wife worried."

As soon as these words came out, most of the female employees in the box showed envy in their eyes.

Zhou Cheng didn't dare to force it, so he said something polite and put the bottle back, "Mr. Fu is right, drinking is harmful to your health, so everyone should eat more vegetables."

Everyone else started to use serving chopsticks to cook the meat and pick up the vegetables. Only Zhou Sisi was left holding the wine glass, feeling so embarrassed that her toes were on the ground.

Unfortunately, few people in the box cared about her at all.

"Sister Ennan, try this." Ning Jia picked up a Chaoshan beef ball with serving chopsticks and put it into Shen Ennan's bowl, and said thoughtfully: "The one in the tomato pot is not spicy."

"Thank you." Shen Ennan smiled at her, lowered his face as much as possible to reduce his presence, pulled down the mask and took a small bite, then put the mask back on.

Ning Jia expressed concern: "Sister Ennan, why don't you take off the mask? It's too inconvenient to eat like this."

Shen Ennan touched her face very carefully and made sure that the mask covered all the scars on her face. She shook her head, "It's okay, I'll just eat like this."

On the side, Fu Qianbei frowned, and the hand under the table held Shen Ennan's wrist.

Shen Ennan looked at him in surprise, "What are you doing?"

"Let's go home and eat."

Most of the people at the table were paying attention to the boiling pot, which had just put a large plate of beef into it. No one except Ning Jia noticed this small gesture.

Shen Ennan broke away from him and whispered: "It's okay, I can eat like this."

Fu Qianbei frowned slightly, his dark eyes showing regret.

Shen Ennan held her head, and the mask covered her mouth. No one else heard her soft voice except the man beside her, "Please, please."

Fu Qianbei's eyebrows were still slightly furrowed, but when Shen Ennan said she wanted to eat beef rolls, she still picked up a chopstick for her with serving chopsticks. There were only three pairs of serving chopsticks on the table. Although some colleagues saw this little ambiguity, they didn't take it to heart.

Tonight was originally a holiday. After eating hot pot, colleagues went home one after another.

In order to avoid suspicion, Shen Ennan asked Fu Qianbei to wait in the car for five minutes.

Fu Qianbei looked at the woman who sneaked into the passenger seat and couldn't help but chuckle, "They are obviously a legal couple, but they act like they are shady."

After drinking and eating, Shen Ennan was in a good mood. She fastened her seat belt sideways and joked: "Isn't this more exciting?"

Fu Qianbei saw that she was fastening her seat belt and suddenly stepped on the accelerator.

The Rolls-Royce started suddenly. Due to the inertia, Shen Ennan's body moved backward and bumped lightly against the back of the passenger seat.

Looking at the night scene outside the window that was quickly retreating, she patted her chest and asked, "Why are you driving so fast?"

Fu Qianbei's Adam's apple rolled, and his sexy thin lips opened lazily, "Go home and do more exciting things."

Shen Ennan's face suddenly felt a little hot under the mask.

She looked at the sexy ascetic figure of the man in the driver's seat, and her cheeks seemed to be steaming.

Shen Ennan turned his head and turned his back to Fu Qianbei, and quietly pulled off his mask to breathe. His visible eyes saw the scarred and ferocious face on the glass window. His dark eyes darkened, and his face suddenly cooled down.

She pulled the mask back on, covering her entire face.

"Why don't you speak?"

In the dark night, Fu Qianbei focused on the road ahead, and glanced at the quiet passenger seat from the corner of his eye.

Shen Ennan said calmly: "It's nothing, I'm just a little sleepy."

Fu Qianbei slowed down the car and drove more smoothly, "There is a thin blanket in the back seat. You go to sleep first. I will wake you up when you get home."

Shen Ennan hummed, quietly covered himself with a thin blanket, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Will she have to wear such a ferocious face all her life? Not to mention Fu Qianbei, even she will feel disgusted.

With many things on his mind, Shen Ennan didn't sleep peacefully along the way.

As soon as the car stopped, she opened her eyes, folded the thin blanket on her body and put it back in the back seat.

Fu Qianbei was stunned for a moment, "Aren't you asleep?"

Shen Ennan lowered her eyes to avoid his dark eyes, unbuckled her seat belt, "I slept for a while and woke up when I parked the car."

"Go home, take a shower, and go to bed."

"kindness."

Because they ate hot pot in the private room, both of them had a strong smell of hot pot.

After the two of them changed their shoes at the entrance to the entrance, they went directly upstairs and into the bedroom.

Shen Ennan opened the closet, took out two sets of pajamas, and handed the men's set to Fu Qianbei, "Are you going to the guest room to take a shower, or do you wait until I finish washing?"

Fu Qianbei reached out to take the pajamas, and his warm fingertips gently rubbed the skin on the back of her hand.

Shen Ennan's pupils were slightly opened, and the headlights were turned on in the bedroom. The light was particularly white. Although Fu Qianbei smelled faintly of hot pot and wine, his Qingjun face wearing thin gold-rimmed glasses was still extremely alluring.

"Can we wash them together?"