I really didn't intend to make a living based on my looks.

"Jiang Chen, you're not joking with me."

"I'm not kidding." Jiang Chen stood up, took a backup copy of the script outline from his bag in the entryway, walked back and placed it on the dining table. "Take a look for yourself."

Yang Mi didn't answer. She leaned back in her chair, crossed her arms, and just looked at him.

"Written for me?"

"Little brother, I've been in this industry for ten years, and I've heard more compliments than you've eaten lunchboxes. Everyone who comes to me says, 'Mimi, this role was tailor-made for you.'"

"This one is different!"

"Why is it different?"

"Because I wrote this especially for you! I went to great lengths to obtain the copyright for Gu Jian Qi Tan and invited director Kong Sheng to direct it. It was all to fulfill a dream of mine."

"Gu Jian Qi Tan? Director Kong???"

"right!"

Jiang Chen stood up, walked to the window, and deliberately turned to the left so that the light from outside would shine obliquely on his left cheek.

This angle is more perfect...

"Does Mimi have any wine?"

"what?"

"I'd like a sip."

Yang Mi got up and got a bottle of red wine, then poured him a glass.

Jiang Chen picked it up and downed it in one gulp.

The main problem is that what he's about to say is too cheesy, so he needs to get himself into the right mindset, otherwise he might not be able to handle it...

The first time I saw you on TV was in "Chinese Paladin 3".

"It's not Xuejian." He turned around and looked at her. "It's Xiyao."

Yang Mi's eyes flickered.

"Xi Yao stood in the sea of ​​clouds in the celestial realm, dressed in white, but she was not happy! Because she had someone hidden in her heart for a thousand years."

He looked into her eyes, his tone earnest, "Back then, I thought, this girl is so beautiful. Not the kind of carefree, lively beauty like Xuejian, but the kind that's gentle and serene, with something on her mind."

Yang Mi blushed and lowered her head to poke at the rice in her bowl.

"Actually... I'm quite quiet in private..."

Jiang Chen: "..."

"Later, I joined the cast of 'Palace,' and I wrote 'The Power of Love.' You think I only wrote it because I got the job?"

Yang Mi raised her head.

"I wrote this song before I joined the crew; it was written just for you!"

"After filming 'Palace,' I went back and watched 'Chinese Paladin 3' again. When I saw the scene where Xi Yao was waiting for Fei Peng in the Heavenly Realm, I suddenly wanted to write a character."

"A girl who waited for someone for many years. It wasn't fate that made her wait; it was her own choice. She waited from the heavens to the mortal realm, and from the mortal realm to the underworld. Everyone told her to stop waiting, but she said, 'I'm not waiting for him; I'm looking for him.'"

Jiang Chen walked back, squatted down in front of her, and looked up into her eyes.

"This is Feng Qingxue. This is how I see you."

A man, three parts drunk, can make you cry...

Yang Mi is starting to feel the strain...

"So my dream..." Jiang Chen held her hand, "is to bring Feng Qingxue to life. To have you play her. To let everyone see that Yang Mi is not just Luo Qingchuan, not just Xuejian."

"She can also be Feng Qingxue, a woman who can wait and search her whole life for a single obsession."

Yang Mi remained silent for a long time, so long that Jiang Chen thought she was about to agree.

Then she suddenly spoke up: "So... how much is the fee? Let me see if I'm available."

"No payment."

Yang Mi was dumbfounded: "What the heck?"

"Yummy, actually, taking profit sharing is better than a paycheck. How much is a paycheck anyway? Do you not believe in my scriptwriting ability, or do you not believe in me?"

"cocoa……"

"I still need to discuss this with Sister Zeng and the company. I believe you, but they don't..."

She suddenly chuckled.

Jiang Chen was stunned...

What the hell?

Yang Mi tilted her head to look at him, her eyes curving into crescents: "How was it, little brother? How was my acting with you?"

"...What?"

"My dear Mimi has been around for so long," she pulled her hand away, crossed her arms, and leaned back in her chair, "how could you possibly fool me with just a few words? Humph..."

"Looks like you really like the name I gave you?" Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow. "Da Mi Mi!"

Yang Mi: "..."

I've gotten so used to him yelling "I'm going to die!"

Jiang Chen stood up and suddenly said, "Honey, I went to Guangdong to visit you on set, and all you did was treat me to a bowl of sweet soup, and then you slept with me!"

Yang Mi sprayed the red wine she had just drunk all over Jiang Chen's face.

"Double-skin milk pudding," Jiang Chen wiped his face, expressionless, "the one in Zhongshan, three yuan and fifty cents a bowl. You bought me some, and then took me back to the hotel!"

Yang Mi glared at him, her lips twitching, wanting to curse but unable to, finally bursting into laughter, bending over with laughter: "Jiang Chen! How can you be so shameless!"

"I learned it from you," Jiang Chen said. "Sister Mi taught me well."

He suddenly bent down and picked her up in his arms.

"What are you doing?!" Yang Mi exclaimed, kicking her legs wildly.

"You won't listen to reason, will you?" Jiang Chen walked towards the bedroom. "Then I'll have to try another approach."

Yang Mi hugged his neck and snorted, "Don't dream about it, I'd rather die than submit."

"Oh," Jiang Chen looked down at her, "Want to give it a try?"

"Let's give it a try," Yang Mi buried her face in her chest, "but let's make this clear first, about playing Feng Qingxue..."

"Um?"

"You'll have to pay more."

"No payment."

"Then..." she whispered in his ear, "I want a share of the profits, I want the theme song, I want..."

"What do you want?"

"I want you!"

Jiang Chen chuckled softly, turned around, and went straight into the bathroom.

Yang Mi was taken aback, her arms instinctively tightening around his neck, and she looked up blankly: "Why aren't we going back to the bedroom? What are we doing here?"

He didn't rush to answer. He bent down and gently put her down, his palms firmly supporting her waist. With a little force, he helped her lean forward and brace herself against the marble washbasin.

The white T-shirt slipped down her shoulders a little, outlining her slender yet curvaceous waist and back.

She leaned forward slightly, her elbows resting on the cold countertop, her long hair falling down, partially obscuring her flushed profile.

Jiang Chen stood close behind her. "Honey, look in the mirror."

The mirror clearly reflected their close embrace. Her cheeks were burning, and her eyes darted away in a panic, but he gently pressed down on her lower back, rendering her unable to move.

"Honey, don't you think you feel better when you look at yourself in the mirror?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he applied slight pressure with his hand and gently swayed her along with him.

Caught off guard, she gripped the edge of the table with her fingertips, her ample bosom curving into a beautiful arc, which looked even more alluring in the mirror.

The blush and annoyance that had just reached her eyes were swallowed back by his kiss.

The faucet was turned on by someone touching it at some point.

The water flowed gently at first, but soon became faster and faster, splashing loudly into the porcelain basin.

The rhythm fluctuated, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes rapid and continuous, sometimes pausing for a moment before suddenly erupting into an even more chaotic burst of sound...