wife is black

Chapter 39

In the study room, Guan Ruan leaned back on the chair, half-closed his long and narrow eyes.

His chest heaved violently, and beads of sweat ooze from his forehead.There was a lovely light pink blush on her cheeks, and her thick eyelashes trembled slightly.

When Fang Jiarou, who was only wearing underwear, sat on her lap, Guan Ruan clearly felt a warm current surging in her body, rushing in all directions.

Not only that, Guan Ruan was also greedy for the cold sweat on the fingertips of the other party, greedy for the wet and cool touch of the fingertips sliding across the cheeks.

"Sister Guan Ruan, look at me." Fang Jiarou sat on Guan Ruan's lap, slender fingertips slid across Guan Ruan's cheeks that were flushed with light pink, and finally landed lightly on his chin.

"Sister Guan Ruan, I'll let you see me!" Fang Jiarou pinched Guan Ruan's chin forcefully, forcing her to face herself.

"You go down..." Guan Ruan was forced to raise his chin, his thick eyelashes had already become moist, his tone was weak but decisive.

"Aren't I beautiful?" Fang Jiarou's dark eyes were filled with tears, and she looked at Guan Ruan affectionately, with a pitiful appearance of pear blossoms and rain.

"..." Guan Ruan put his right elbow on the desk, groped for a while with his fingertips in the pen holder, and finally found a compass by himself.

"Yes, although I'm not as beautiful as her, I'm younger than her! I'm nearly ten years younger than her!" Fang Jiarou was so emotional that she didn't seem to notice Guan Ruan's small movements, and said to herself, "Besides I am also very rich, and my father left me a large inheritance, which can never be spent in a lifetime!"

"Sister Guan Ruan, what do you want?" Fang Jiarou widened her tear-filled eyes, looked at Guan Ruan with extreme longing, and said humbly, "I can buy everything for you!"

"..." Guan Ruan still didn't make a sound, his forehead was sweating profusely, he couldn't help panting heavily, trying his best to control the almost overwhelming desire in his body.

With all his strength, his right hand gripped the compasses tightly.When Fang Jiarou didn't realize it, he aimed the metal pen tip at Fang Jiarou's arm, and quickly swiped hard.

"Ah!" Fang Jiarou screamed suddenly, covered her arms with her hands reflexively, and took several steps back.

The metal tip of the compass is very sharp, and with this stroke, scarlet blood drops flowed out one by one.

Fang Jiarou steadied her heels, and stood there with a half-arched body, her entire face turned pale in an instant.The expression on his face was extremely painful, but what was even more painful was his own heart.

The moment his arm was cut by Guan Ruan, his own heart seemed to be pierced as well, and blood spread rapidly.

Fang Jiarou tilted her head to look at the bright red blood dripping from her arm, seeing the blood seeping through her fingers and dripping onto the floor one by one, her heart felt ashamed.

In the office of the president of Xingyi, the floor-to-ceiling windows are covered with dazzling golden sunlight, and the temperature of the air conditioner in the office is always maintained at 26 degrees Celsius.

Cheng Yihua leaned back on the boss chair, wearing a dark green suit over a black shirt.A head of brown curly hair is lazily scattered on the back, and a pair of silver-rimmed flat glasses are placed on the bridge of the nose.

I just ended a video conference with my partner, and my eyes are a little sore.Cheng Yihua took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose and put them on the desk.

Slowly closing a pair of charming peach blossom eyes, lightly placed the index finger on the temple, and pressed a few times with moderate strength.

"Mr. Cheng." Secretary Zhao stood at the door holding a stack of documents that needed to be signed by the president, and raised his hand to knock on the office door.

"Come in." Cheng Yihua slowly opened his long and narrow eyes, and his voice sounded a little tired.

I didn't sleep very well last night. Compared with the big bed at home, the 1.5-meter bed in Guan Ruan's house is obviously too small.Cheng Yihua is used to sleeping on the latex mattress at home, but the coconut palm mattress is relatively hard, so she is not used to sleeping on it.

The advantage is that Cheng Yihua can take the opportunity to hug Guan Ruan all the time.But Cheng Yihua felt that this was not good, because the tighter the building, the more restless he felt.

In the end, she suffered from insomnia until midnight, and in order to create the illusion that she was sleeping on the sofa all night, Cheng Yihua had to get up at 06:30 in the morning and sneak back to the sofa.

After going back and forth, this night of tossing caused a serious lack of sleep.Cheng Yihua dozed off badly early in the morning, but had to brace himself up because there was still a lot of work to do by himself.

"Mr. Cheng, you don't seem to have a good rest." Zhao Qianqian stepped on high heels and stood in front of the president, and found that the corners of the president's eyes were not so obvious.

The president's skin is fair, and it can be seen from the slight dark circles under his eyes.

"Is it obvious?" Cheng Yihua sat up slowly, reached out to pick up the coffee on the side, and bowed his head to take a sip.

"A little bit." Zhao Qianqian maintained a gentle smile on her lips, and placed a stack of documents in her arms on the desk one by one, "Mr. Cheng, you need to go through these documents yourself."

"Well, let's put it aside for now." Cheng Yihua put the coffee in his hand on the desk casually, and frowned slightly, "Is today the final selection of the male second in "Sunset"?"

"Yes, Mr. Cheng." Zhao Qianqian nodded her chin, "Director Tang rushed back from abroad yesterday, and Director Meng also went to the scene."

"Meng Yunfang?" Cheng Yi's pretty brows frowned even tighter, "Why did she think she went too?"

"Mr. Cheng, you know that Director Meng has always been strict in selecting actors." Zhao Qianqian explained, "The previous Han Zeming was also decided after she nodded, so..."

"Okay, I see." Cheng Yihua interrupted the secretary, picked up the car keys on the desk, walked around the desk, and walked straight to the door of the office.

"Mr. Cheng, where are you going?" Zhao Qianqian asked while standing still, raised her voice slightly, and looked at the president's back.

"Go to the scene." Cheng Yihua stopped without turning around, "By the way, you can help me drive, so I can sit in the car for a while."

"Okay, Mr. Cheng!" Zhao Qianqian replied, striding forward to follow.

**In the auditorium of the Film Academy, several judges headed by Tang Chumeng sat quietly in the judges' seat.Among them, Meng Yunfang, as the director of the play, besides the main person in charge Tang Chumeng, her opinion has the most weight.

Guan Shen stood in the center of the stage in a light gray suit, looking at the few well-known figures in the audience who were quite important in the circle, his palms holding the microphone were already wet with sweat.

Especially the professional woman I saw backstage just now was also in the judging panel, and the job board in front of her actually read: artist director.

As for director Meng Yunfang, Guan Shen was very familiar with it, so he naturally knew that she was the director of this new drama.For this reason, Guan Shen crammed together for the past few days and carefully read all Meng Yunfang's works again.

"Hello, please introduce yourself first." Tang Chumeng Guan Chen was a little nervous, and showed a kinder smile at Guan Chen.

"Master judges, good morning, everyone." Guan Shen Jing reminded him, and then he came back to his senses, and slightly bowed to the judges in the audience, "I am candidate No. [-], Guan Shen."

"May I ask you a question." Tang Chumeng casually flipped through the actor information sheet on the table, and then looked up at Guan Shen in the middle of the stage, "Did you just terminate the contract with your former company?"

"Yes." Guan Shen didn't understand why Tang Chumeng would suddenly ask himself such a question, he was taken aback, and answered truthfully.

"It looks like you have voluntarily terminated the contract." Tang Chumeng frowned, paused and continued, "What is the reason for the termination?"

"..." Guan Shen lowered his head slightly, a thin layer of dense sweat dripped from his forehead, "Personal reasons."

"It seems that Mr. Guan has reservations." Tang Chumeng raised the corners of his lips with a half-smile, and put the pen in his hand on the table.

"Not being reused by the company." Guan Shen's face was not very good-looking, and a few strands of hair were stuck to his forehead, "So... I offered to terminate the contract, and the company didn't keep it."

"Very good, thank you Mr. Guan for your honest answer." Tang Chumeng picked up the pen again, opened the cap, and wrote a line of words on the snow-white paper.

"Mr. Guan, we are now officially starting today's final election." Meng Yunfang on the side suddenly interjected, looking at Guan Shen with a serious expression, "I think you were familiar with the script we gave you just now backstage.

"Mr. Guan, please impromptuly perform the fifth scene for us." Meng Yunfang looked down at the script, her gaze fell on the fifth scene, "I'll give you 3 minutes to prepare."

"Okay, Director Meng." Guan Shen nodded his chin, closed his eyes, and prepared to brew his emotions first.

The fifth scene is very simple, but the simpler it is, the harder it is to control.The fifth scene happened to be a monologue without an opponent. It not only tested the actor's line skills, but also tested the actor's facial expressions and subtle body movements.

A good actor can show the changes in his heart through subtle changes in his eyes and body movements, even without a single line.

3 minutes of preparation time, 5 minutes of performance time, a total of less than 10 minutes, is enough to affirm and negate an actor.

Of course, this is also a test of the actor's temporary resilience.

After the 5-minute performance ended, Guan Shen immediately put away the emotions in his eyes, and bowed to the judges, "Thank you."

The applause headed by Meng Yunfang resounded in the judges' bench, and Tang Chu also applauded unhurriedly.

I have to say that Guan Shen's impromptu performance is very convincing. I thought this person was just a good-looking little fresh meat, but I didn't expect his acting skills to be so solid.

So when Cheng Yihua appeared at the entrance of the auditorium of the ** Film Academy, he heard a burst of applause from the judges' seat, and Cheng Yihua followed the applause and looked towards the center of the stage.

Not disappointed, the performer was Guan Shen.

Cheng Yihua stood quietly at the door, his eyes fixed on Guan Shen's body, and the corners of his mouth curled up in satisfaction.

Suddenly, the phone in the bag rang.

Cheng Yihua took his eyes back unhurriedly, and took out the phone that had been ringing non-stop from his bag.When he saw the word "wife" on the caller ID, he immediately pressed the answer button with his fingertips.

"Xiao Ruan, have you finished your tutoring?" Cheng Yihua put the phone by his ear, looked down at the watch on his wrist, and it was not yet eleven o'clock.

There was a clear "click" sound of water dripping from the other end of the phone, which felt like being in the bathroom.

"Xiao Ruan, what's wrong with you?" Cheng Yihua's eyes widened suddenly, his fingertips holding the phone tightened, and he asked nervously, "Where are you now?!"

"Yihua...I'm in Jincheng Garden." Guan Ruan's voice on the other end of the phone was very weak, but there was a seductive moist voice, "Sandong... .”

"Beep...beep..." Before the words finished, there was a "beep" sound from the other end of the phone, and the call interface was cut off.

Standing beside Cheng Yihua, Zhao Qianqian had a panoramic view of the changes in the president's facial expressions. After all, she has been with the president for four years, so she naturally knows the president's temper.

Obviously, the president was worried because of this call, and very worried.

"Mr. Cheng, what's the matter with you?" Zhao Qianqian asked cautiously, not daring to look into the CEO's eyes.

"Contact the developer of Jincheng Garden immediately and bring me the keys to the three buildings." Cheng Yihua's peach blossom eyes turned red, cold sweat dripped from his fingertips, and he printed clear fingerprints on the phone screen , "immediately, do it now!"

"Yes, Mr. Cheng!" Zhao Qianqian caught a glimpse of the president's red eyes, had a premonition that something was wrong, and nodded hurriedly, "I'll do it now!"