The president of the rebirth of the movie queen lives next door

Chapter 1689
"I haven't booked a room yet,"

Mr. Cheng continued to calm down,
"When I came here, the rooms were already booked. If you don't believe me, you can call and ask."

Ms. Shen showed a professional smirk, but she remembered in her mind that when the passengers asked about the housing situation at the counter before going to the film crew in the morning, the receptionist clearly said that there were still many rooms.

Then why is Mr. Cheng so confident that if he calls the receptionist at the counter, he will say that there is no room?

There is only one possibility, and that is that he has booked all the rooms.

What a loser.

Ms. Shen complained indifferently in her heart, but she still had a smile on her face, and said in a drawn-out voice,

"Ah, that's it,"

She hugged Mr. Cheng's neck from behind the sofa, rubbed her head affectionately against him and asked with a smile,
"Then you don't want me to take you in for a night, do you? Or, do you still want to share a bed with me?"

"If you don't want to, I can sleep on the sofa."

Mr. Cheng was still very calm, but even with such a calm tone, no one could sense a trace of grievance.

But Miss Shen was unmoved.

The girl smiled and kissed him on the face, making a very loud "chirp", and then she slapped the man on the back of the head
"Don't think about it, if you don't have a room, you can sleep in the corridor for me."

Mr. Cheng who was slapped without warning:...

He tried to struggle calmly, turned his head and saw only the back of the girl and her slender arms waving gracefully,

"If you were still there when I came out of the shower, just wait to be kicked out by me."

Before entering the bathroom, the girl turned her head.

Half of her body is hidden behind the frosted door, and she tilts her body slightly to reveal a pair of extremely agile eyes with a smile, one point of reproach, two parts of funny, and seven parts of bad temptation, against the red tears in her eyes The moles are especially vivid, like small hooks, which make people's hair itch.

Shen Pianli blinked at him with such eyes, and said with a smile on her lips,
"Mr. Cheng, do you want to take a bath with me?"

Cheng Zhiyuan:······
The man's Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably, but the bathroom door that was closed and locked without hesitation extinguished the fire all over his body.

He looked at the closed door and let out a long sigh of relief after a while.

The eyebrows and eyes are still the same, and the corners of the mouth are still straightened to look very iceberg, but the breath of the man's whole body seems to be fused with a trace of frustration and depression.

He glanced at the big soft bed in the room, then retracted his eyes after a while, and sat on the sofa for a long time, until the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, he stood up and walked out the door.

The door was opened, he walked out, but when he turned around, he saw an unexpected person.

A slender man wearing glasses was smoking a cigarette against the door.

Smoke billowed from the corridor, and the extinguished cigarette butts under his feet had fallen to the ground, as if he had been standing there for a long time.

Seeing Cheng Zhiyuan coming out, he also seemed to be slightly taken aback, with a rare look of astonishment.

Without any words, Cheng Zhiyuan understood almost immediately why he stayed outside Shen Pianlu's door to smoke, and he smoked one after another.

The man instantly sank his face and said,

"Staying outside the door of unmarried women in the middle of the night, smoking recklessly in public places, I don't think the words self-cultivation and quality are in Mr. Yan's dictionary, right?"

The long and narrow eyes behind the lenses twitched slightly, Yan Yi smiled faintly,
"Mr. Cheng, don't you know how I made my fortune? If you know, you should understand that people like me who grew up in a slum don't know what self-cultivation and quality are."

(End of this chapter)