A Villainess Needs to Have the Ability of a Villainess

So later that night, Jiang Yuhe was sent to sleep in the study.

Although he frankly answered Wen Yu's question, this confession made Wen Yu even more frightened.

You don’t need to lie on the bed. Isn’t it even more exaggerated if you lie on the bed?

Wen Yu is not ready to go deep with him to the last step. Although she likes him, some things still need a time to transition.

Jiang Yuhe did not force Wen Yu and gave her full respect.

So on the first night of living together, the two still spent the past harmoniously.

Wen Yu slept in the big bedroom, and Jiang Yuhe went to his study.

When I went to bed at night, I don't know if it was a confession. Wen Yu didn't fall asleep for a long time.

She tossed and turned, finally staring at the ceiling above the bed in a daze.

The design of this ceiling is very special. There is a circle of suspended ceilings all around, and there are gray and black grids and mirrors in the middle. People lying on the bed can vaguely see their own reflections.

Wen Yu studied for a long time and didn't see what it was. In the end, he didn't even think about it. He closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, two Filipino servants arrived in the living room at some unknown time, and breakfast had already been prepared.

The Filipino maid spoke to Wen Yu in unfluent Mandarin, "Miss, this is what my husband told us to cook for you."

The fresh scent has drifted to the nose, which is Wen Yu's favorite shrimp polenta.

She had to sigh again for Jiang Yuhe's execution ability. Overnight, in this new home, Wen Yu didn't feel any strangeness and confusion.

Everything was arranged in an orderly manner by him.

Wen Yu felt the kind of being loved, cared for, and blatantly favored.

Jiang Yuhe also sat across the table at this time, and Wen Yu who had benefited immediately scooped a shrimp out of the bowl for him: "Thank you, brother."

Jiang Yuhe looked at her: "Thank you for what?"

Wen Yu didn't know what to say.

In short, compared with Wen Qingyou, the feeling of living with Jiang Yuhe is completely different.

You can see him when you open your eyes. Sitting with him for breakfast, there will always be sweetness and satisfaction in my heart.

"Thank you anyway." Wen Yu smiled lightly and asked a lot, "Did you sleep well last night?"

Jiang Yuhe took a cup of coffee and glanced at her when the cup was removed from his mouth, his eyes seemed to say-what do you think?

Wen Yu also realized that his question seemed to be too much for Versailles. After all, she alone occupies a large bed close to three meters wide, the kind that she is not afraid of rolling down on it for several times.

She smiled embarrassedly and quickly changed the subject: "By the way, what's on the ceiling of your bed? It feels weird to be able to see myself in a blur when lying on the bed."

Jiang Yuhe said indifferently: “Every household has it. I’m not interested in the façade mirror fiber optic starry sky ceiling designed by the designer. I haven’t opened it.”

Wen Yu sighed, thinking that it was so, this designer is still so romantic.

Jiang Yuhe's cell phone rang at this time, and he picked it up calmly, without making a sound, only listening to the people over there saying--

"Mr. Jiang, I checked it. It should be an accident, not a deliberate arrangement."

After hearing the hum, Jiang Yuhe hung up the phone.

Wen Yu was almost hit by an iron gate on the set, and then another popular traffic came to help her.

Although everything seems normal, for someone like Jiang Yuhe who is used to countless entertainment routines, he has become accustomed to being cautious.

This matter will be temporarily skipped.

The two ate their breakfast, and Jiang Yuhe asked Wen Yu casually: "Which step is the project progressing to?"

Wen Yu replies as he eats: "The script has been adapted to the same extent. Director Chen and I are currently selecting actors. We have to look at the information of dozens of actors every day."

"Are there any suitable candidates."

"It hasn't been decided yet, but there are a few candidates. I will meet with Director Chen in the next few days to study again. In addition—" Wen Yu swallowed the porridge, wiped his mouth, put down his chopsticks and treated Jiang Yuhe seriously. Said: "When the school season starts in September, I want to make an offline real-world experience. The story of the hero and the heroine in the play takes place on campus. I want to restore the real class scene based on the plot, and cooperate with shopping malls in first-tier cities to make IP binding lines. Flash down, and at the same time we can get a share of the overall revenue of the mall."

This is a preliminary interactive propaganda idea for IP proposed by Wen Yu himself, but I don't know if it will work.

After speaking, she asked Jiang Yuhe expectantly, "What do you think?"

For a moment, the man raised his head and affirmed: "Yes."

Wen Yu became more confident, and he crackled and talked about a bunch of his own plans, exhibitions, drainage, derivatives, etc., and the corners of Jiang Yuhe's mouth would occasionally waver.

Sure enough, as others have said, Wen Yu is not a daughter who only buys and buys.

His girlfriend, not only quickly integrated into the rules of the entertainment industry, but even the IP has not yet started to develop, and already has a set of plans to make money from it.

At first, Jiang Yuhe was worried that a young lady would suddenly be at a loss with a project close to hundreds of millions of dollars. Even if she was given a mature team, she might not be able to command effectively.

Unexpectedly, it seemed that he was worrying too much.

Jiang Yuhe chuckled softly in his heart and asked, "Do you want to come out to play in two days."

Wen Yu was stunned, "Where to go to play?"

"The reception of Yasheng Movies." Jiang Yuhe said: "I watched it yesterday, and you are not on the list of invitations."

Wen Yu lowered his head and poked his spoon at the porridge in the bowl: "How could a company like yours invite an unknown newcomer like me for a cocktail party."

Wen Yu's words are right. After all, the guests invited to the annual movie tour cocktail party are all those who have cooperated with and invested in Yasheng. In addition, there are some TV stations, advertisers and other characters, it can be said that almost all the top resource representatives in the circle can come.

New investors like Wen Yu who are just in their early days and don't even have a masterpiece, don't even have a barrier to enter this cocktail party.

Therefore, it is normal that the company did not send her an invitation letter.

"Don't poke, the bottom of the bowl will be pierced for you." Jiang Yuhe put down the bowl and chopsticks, ready to change clothes, turning around and said: "I personally invite you to come and participate."

?

After a few seconds of reaction, Wen Yu understood.

Her lips curled unconsciously, but she was greedy, wanted to hear something more direct and sweeter, and deliberately pretended to be stupid: "What do you mean? I don't understand."

However, Jiang Yuhe didn't look back—"Just forget it if you don't understand."

"..."

How can there be such a man who is incomprehensible?

Is it hard for you to say something nice?

too! no! interest! Up!

Wen Yu slandered a few words secretly, and continued poking the bowl unhappily.

After breakfast, the two of them are ready to go to work together.

Jiang Yuhe walked in front, turned around and stretched out his hand towards Wen Yu after going out.

The meaning is obvious, to hold her.

Wen Yu saw it, but raised his chin and didn't respond.

Jiang Yuhe knew that she was making small emotions because she hadn't cooperated with her just now, so she immediately dragged people down——

Okay, a good day starts with coaxing your girlfriend.

He grabbed Wen Yu's wrist, and quickly held the whole hand, joined his fingers together, and said:

"How can the lady of the Asian blooming party not go."

After holding back for a few seconds, Wen Yu still didn't hold it, his lips raised unconsciously, but he still pretended to be calm: "Oh, who is the boss? Where is the boss?"

While talking, he looked around.

Jiang Yuhe looked at her for a few seconds: "It's over."

"..."

Wen Yu couldn't help but smile, and said coquettishly: "Do you want me to do a little bit every time before you are willing to talk to me a little bit of love?"

"Yeah." Jiang Yuhe didn't change his face.

"..."

"I just like watching you do it."

"..."

"If you don't make me feel uncomfortable."

"..."

"Satisfied?"

"..."

Wen Yu took Jiang Yuhe's hand, thinking that since you want to say something like this--

She stopped at the elevator door and opened her hands: "My leg hurts, I want to hug."

...

Jiang Yuhe helplessly hugged her: "What other tricks, you can do it all at once."

Wen Yu put his arms around his neck with a weak face and leaned against his chest, "The doctor said that I am going to rest for a month, so you have to hold me this month."

Jiang Yuhe frowned, "When did the doctor say that?"

Wen Yu blinked, raised his head, and kissed him in his ear, "Dr. Jiang, what you said."

"..."

Jiang Yuhe was caught off guard and teased by Wen Yu, his back was tight, and his eyes darkened on the spot:

"Don't you want to go to work?"

Wen Yu is very innocent, "Why don't I want to go to work anymore, I have a lot of things today, OK?"

"Then you just don't mess around."

Wen Yu immediately murmured, "Doesn't boy and girl friends fall in love just hug each other? How come you are not allowed to kiss the flowers of Gaoling."

Jiang Yuhe originally seemed to want to say something, but when the words reached his lips, he forced him back.

The elevator door opened, and he walked in with a calm expression on Wen Yu, and when the door closed, he suddenly put Wen Yu down.

"...?"

Before Wen Yu stood firm, Jiang Yuhe's kiss came over strongly.

Wen Yu was forced to stand in the corner, with both hands stubbornly pressed against the elevator wall, only to feel a burst of heat surging on the tip of his tongue.

She didn't even have a chance to make a sound.

As if deliberately punishing her just now, Jiang Yuhe's kiss was extremely overbearing, and it felt that Wen Yu's mouth was even more blocked when he pushed him to resist.

After another, Wen Yu almost couldn't breathe again.

Even so ashamed, Wen Yu still didn't forget to see the floor where the elevator descends. Seeing that she was about to reach the negative first floor, she eagerly pushed Jiang Yuhe, even slapped him with her hands in a panic.

Finally, with a ding sound.

The elevator door opened.

Jiang Yuhe also withdrew from his body in that second.

Nothing happened, the clouds were light and breezy.

He is still the well-dressed, noble and elegant president.

And Wen Yu panted, like a defeated general, being kissed so much that there is no counterattack.

Jiang Yuhe went out, and saw her motionless when he turned around, and raised his eyebrows: "Want to come again?"

Wen Yu bit her lip, only to feel that this time she was really bearing the burden of humiliation.

She cursed as she walked: "Will you be a man? Just like that in the elevator during the day?"

When passing by, Jiang Yuhe hugged her again, his voice was light and hoarse: "You said that when you fall in love, you are hugging each other."

"..."

Wen Yu no longer remembers that this is the first time she has shot herself in the foot.

After the sweet interaction before breakfast, the two drove to the company to work.

Wen Yu's most recent job is to select actors.

Although she is just an investor, she has always remembered what Jiang Yuhe taught her-every project that she handles must be familiar with the process, and those who can participate in person are best to participate in person, because only when you are fully invested, can you be considered responsible for this project. When the final harvest is successful, there will be an unparalleled sense of accomplishment.

In the next few days, Wen Yu met with the director and talked to the screenwriter about the characters. He almost understood the character of each character in the novel, and had his own list of actors in his heart.

In the past few days, the lives of her and Jiang Yuhe under the same roof are also very harmonious.

Although there was occasional physical contact, fortunately, this man still respected her.

A few days later, Yasheng’s annual movie tour reception.

This is the first large-scale event Wen Yu was invited to participate in after joining the industry.

Of course she knew in her heart that Jiang Yuhe was definitely not here to make her happy or for other reasons.

Such event leaders gathered and gathered all kinds of resources in the circle. Jiang Yuhe asked her to come here just to let her know. Of course, if she has the ability, it is her ability to integrate some resources at the reception by the way.

Therefore, Wen Yu prepared very seriously for this reception.

Fortunately, the matching room Jiang Yuhe gave to Wen Yu was rich in clothing and accessories. She didn't waste too much time in choosing clothes and accessories, and easily chose a set of skirts and high heels.

The injury on the calf is already healed, but there is still an old bruise on the outside, so Wen Yu chose a longer skirt that can cover the wound.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Wen Yu took Tang Huai to the reception together.

The reception was held in a high-end five-star hotel in the city, and the scene was as Wen Yu thought, with celebrities gathered.

Not only did Yasheng’s first- and second-tier celebrities, many well-known directors, producers, producers, and other celebrities in the industry also came to the scene, and more than 20 media came.

For such a high-end industry exchange ceremony, Jiang Yuhe is basically giving himself the opportunity to grow and plump his wings.

Wen Yu knew everything in his heart.

Although she is only a newcomer compared to these big guys, but fortunately, she is a newcomer who is also very sharp, holding a popular IP, plus her own title of "beautiful investor", so it was also aroused when she entered the venue. The attention of many colleagues.

"Which is Wen Yu who has been in the limelight recently?"

"Yes, it seems to be her."

"If you grab Yasheng's IP, you can still be invited. It's not a small backing."

"I really want to meet this beautiful investor."

"Then make a line in the past?"

At the reception, the clothes and the shadows, coquettish and intertwined, are probably a natural ability. At this time, Wen Yu also showed his acquaintance and exquisiteness in communication, and inadvertently harvested a bunch of resources in the industry.

There are celebrities, film and television companies, TV stations, and even some weird elites in other fields who come to exchange business cards with her.

At half past seven, before the reception started, there was a continuous sound of flashing lights outside the door.

The protagonist tonight finally appeared at this time.

As the chairman of the entire Yasheng Group, Jiang Yuhe will inevitably attend the cocktail party of his film company tonight.

And he is the focus of attention throughout the party.

He walked into the venue in various styles, still wearing a calm and abstinence black suit, with a pale expression on his face, but with a direct aura and charm.

Just like the scene when Wen Yu first saw him, he was surrounded by countless people of different faces, and the flashing lights kept moving with his footsteps.

His appearance is better than any top star on the scene.

Because everyone knows that this man is the star maker at the top of the pyramid.

Also the rule maker of this circle.

Wen Yu stood in the corner, unable to squeeze forward, and did not intend to squeeze up to join in the fun.

She was holding the wine glass, her gaze followed Jiang Yuhe all the time. She didn't expect him to see herself among so many people, but when he passed where he was, his gaze fell inadvertently.

Although separated from the crowd.

Although it was just two or three seconds of staring at each other.

At that moment, Wen Yu's heart jumped suddenly, and then he subconsciously pursed his lips and chuckled.

No one noticed their secret, loving looking at each other.

Only Wen Yu and Jiang Yuhe can appreciate the satisfaction that "you can find you in the vast sea of ​​people".

Before the reception started, Jiang Yuhe, as the chairman, needed to give a speech on stage.

This is also the first time Wen Yu saw him speak calmly.

He just stood on the stage, as if he had his own aura, without any manuscripts, his thoughts were clear, he spoke sharply and fluently in the business field, his eyes and behavior exuded the calm and calmness of a leader in the industry.

Let Wen Yu sigh from the bottom of his heart that being able to sit in this position indeed has an ability that ordinary people can't match.

After Jiang Yuhe finished his speech, he arrived at the movie tour that Yasheng Films will invest in this year.

As a domestic film giant, Yasheng Pictures has always been a top-level representative in the industry. The release of more than ten blockbuster films in the coming year also caused waves on the scene. Almost every film is an investment of over 100 million yuan, which makes people have to marvel at the strong and powerful capital of Asia Sheng.

After the film exhibition was over, everyone started a free chat time at the cocktail party. .

Everyone gathered one after another, gathered in small circles, pushed cups and changed cups, and talked in a low voice.

And Jiang Yuhe is the central figure surrounded.

He rarely attends such banquets, except for the annual film tour and annual meeting of Yasheng, he rarely attends outside activities.

It is also true that he rarely appeared tonight and quickly became the object of everyone's attention.

Among them, there are many beautiful female stars or other female colleagues.

Wen Yu just stood not far away watching Jiang Yuhe talking with them.

The woman next to him has never stopped, like a fly that can't be driven away, one by one, and another.

Wen Yu was inexplicably uncomfortable in his heart, ordered a glass of wine, and walked straight over.

In front of everyone, she walked up to Jiang Yuhe and smiled coquettishly:

"Hello, President Jiang."

Jiang Yuhe's expression remained unchanged, and he smiled lightly, "Hello."

Wen Yu ordered her cup with a wine glass, "Can Jiang always enjoy a drink with me?"

Jiang Yuhe was about to speak, and someone came out from somewhere and said to him: "Chris is here, I want to talk to you about the overseas screenings."

Jiang Yuhe glanced at Wen Yu, gently touched her cup before leaving, and said very lowly: "Drink less."

Then he drank the wine in his glass, turned and left.

Wen Yu saw him approach a **** foreign woman who was in her thirties. The two clinked glasses and then started talking.

Although he knew that this kind of feeling shouldn't be felt, and knew that Jiang Yuhe was working, but seeing him surrounded by so many women, Wen Yu still felt some inexplicable sourness.

Maybe she is such a stingy woman.

After watching sullenly for a while, Wen Yu turned around and joined Tang Huai in the reception.

She drank less and almost ended with a sip in the mouth.

Occasionally looking at Jiang Yuhe's side, the wine glass in his hand has never stopped.

Wen Yu frowned and asked Tang Huai: "Does Mr. Jiang have a good drink?"

Tang Huai said, "It's okay."

Wen Yu nodded, and saw another group of women next to Jiang Yuhe, and his heart was blocked: "I'm going out to take a breath, and I'll be back soon."

"Do you want me to accompany you?"

"No need to."

Wen Yu walked out alone and sat down on a seat in a flower gallery.

The feeling in my heart can't be said, it is a kind of depression that can't find a reason to vent.

She drank a glass of wine by herself, and the wind blew for a while, and she seemed to be a little more sober and calm. About to return to the scene a few minutes later, a young man suddenly walked towards him.

"Hello, Mr. Wen, what a coincidence?"

Wen Yu raised his eyes, it turned out to be Huo Yan.

"Hello, why didn't I see you inside just now."

Huo Yan smiled and said, "I'm late with my agent. They just arrived. By the way, Mr. Wen, how are your legs?"

Wen Yu shook his head politely: "It's alright, thank you."

"That's good."

Wen Yu and Huo Yan are not familiar with each other. After a few simple conversations, he was about to go back, and suddenly received a WeChat message from Jiang Yuhe.

[Where did you go? 】

Wen Yu went back: [Come out and breathe. 】

When I returned to the scene, the reception was almost over, and everyone was saying goodbye to each other.

Tang Huai told Wen Yu: "Mr. Jiang just came over to look for you and told you to go to the parking lot first and go back with him later."

Wen Yu nodded while looking for Jiang Yuhe's figure in the court, only to see him shaking hands with the foreign woman just now.

The little emotions that were finally suppressed came back up like this.

After waiting in the parking lot for almost 20 minutes, Jiang Yuhe followed.

When the car curtain was pulled up, he wanted to pull Wen Yu's hand for the first time, but Wen Yu avoided him.

Jiang Yuhe frowned: "What's wrong."

Wen Yu smelled his alcohol and didn't speak, and only told Lao He, "Uncle He, drive quickly, I'm sleepy."

Jiang Yuhe glanced at her and said nothing.

Jiang Yuhe did drink a bit too much today, but these entertainments in the business are unavoidable. Since Wen Yu didn't want to get close, he was needlessly reluctant in the car, closing his eyes and raising his mind.

No words all the way, very quiet.

When he returned home, Wen Yu was still suffering from low pressure, which Jiang Yuhe didn't notice.

He closed the door and blocked her at the door, "How unhappy again."

His breath is hot, mixed with a strong smell of alcohol.

Wen Yu pushed him away and said while taking off his high heels: "Go and lie down, I will make you a sober tea."

"Yeah." Jiang Yuhe's voice was very dumb, but he hugged her with his hands when he answered, "Lie down together."

"..."

Wen Yu was caught off guard, so he was held up barefoot by him, and then pushed him after recovering: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Yuhe didn't listen to her, went to the sofa in the living room and pressed Wen Yu under him, before asking for a long while:

"If you are not happy, tell me."

Wen Yu was pressed by others and couldn't move. He was anxious and annoyed. He stretched out his hand and hit him: "Which one of your eyes sees me unhappy? Get out, don't press me, let—"

Halfway through the conversation, his emotional hands have been pressed **** the top of his head.

"Don't lie to me." Jiang Yuhe controlled her with one hand, and pressed her body slightly. "I watched you all night, and I don't know what you are thinking."

His voice was low, and the enchanting smell of tobacco and alcohol plunged into Wen Yu's breath, making her face hot.

Wen Yu shut up, came up stubbornly, met his sight and asked: "Then what do you think I am thinking?"

Hearing that, Jiang Yuhe held up a hand without hurriedly, just looked at her and said nothing.

The line of sight slowly moved down from the face, as if he was admiring and feeling a piece of art of his own.

Wen Yu didn't know what Jiang Yuhe wanted to do, but this silent look was the most unbearable.

She moved twice in vain and asked unnaturally, "What to look at."

He said, "Look at how jealous you are."

"..."

Being pricked in his mind, Wen Yu's momentum immediately weakened a bit, but he still tried to hold on: "Who is jealous? Can you go to sleep if you drink too much, don't be affectionate anymore."

She was struggling to leave as she said, but her strength was so great that she was always suppressed by Jiang Yuhe and couldn't move.

"What are you going to do."

Wen Yu was so hot that he was anxious to get out, so he had to repeat the same trick, "You pressed my leg, it hurts, okay."

Jiang Yuhe looked down at her, his eyes were unclear: "It hurts again?"

Wen Yu pretended to be very serious: "I haven't wiped my medicine today, please let go, I'm going—"

As soon as the voice fell, a chill came quickly, Wen Yu was stunned, and then he saw that his long skirt was suddenly lifted to his waist, the next second——

The injured leg was lifted by Jiang Yuhe and put it on his shoulder wantonly.

The long white legs were slightly bent and fixed to the black shirt. The night was heavy, and the softness of a woman and the strength of the man's shoulders still formed a strong impact.

Wen Yu was stunned, but still did not react, the wet touch quickly spread to the skin of his legs.

Jiang Yuhe held her ankle with one hand and kissed the injured place before her calf with his head tilted.

Moist and warm.

Like a kiss, like a suck, like a bite.

Rarely gentle but grinning, round and round, stirring and bombarding in the depths of Wen Yu's heart.

Wen Yu seemed to be limp all of a sudden, staring blankly at the picture in front of him, all the voices overflowed in his throat, unable to shout.

A few seconds later, the man's drunken voice fell to his ears lowly:

"This medicine won't work."