Zheng Moyan wants to take Jiang Fu back to Yunxi villa or Zheng's family, but she has no way to get out of the hotel.

Compromise, only in the hotel lobby to open a suite, put her in.

When the mobile phone is charged, she sends a message to fat man, Cui Renyao and Jiang song in her name, saying that they will wake up tomorrow and return to Yunxi villa.

When you see that Jiang Wu is safe and has Zheng Moyan by her side, you won't go into details about today's affairs.

Let her have a good rest, and let them clear the account of bullying. Lock won't sacrifice Jiang's grievance today just because he wants to hold someone's thigh, whether it's Baihuan film or Qigui company.

"Well..."

Jiang Fu's tossing and turning sound came from the bed.

Zheng Moyan subconsciously looked, saw her naked arm uneasily thrown out of the quilt, hanging on the edge of the bed.

He was used to wearing a magnet bracelet or a rose gold bracelet on her wrist. Now there was nothing. He was in a panic.

I'm afraid that her nightmare is caused by the confusion of memory.

In the mobile phone, open the dialog with Jiang song, he told him about it, let Jiang song go to Wang Li all night.

Make a new bracelet as soon as possible, and put it on her earlier, so as not to make her think of anything again.

Jiang song did not ask too much, just across the mobile phone screen, Zheng Moyan can feel the same worry.

"Well, I see."

He simply sent five words, and there was no more news.

Jiang Wu didn't sleep well all night.

By the time the first light of the morning came through the heavy curtains, she had slowly opened her eyes.

I'm tired physically and mentally. I have a dull pain in my head. I don't drink much wine. It's worse than a hangover.

He was wrapped up in a bath towel because he was sweating all over in a chaotic dream all night.

Struggling to prop up half of her body from the bed, she saw Zheng Moyan, half askew on the sofa,

more than 80 meters tall, curled up in a corner of the sofa, arms holding the chest, soft and dark hair, which made his skin very white and his facial features beautiful.

Zheng Moyan, who has no gag, is actually pretty good-looking. He is not so good-looking as a celebrity in the entertainment industry.

That's why so many female stars are willing to follow him.

It's better to curry favor with Zheng Moyan, a resourceful and handsome film industry, rather than giving his life to those obscene and fat people.

Jiang Fu beat her head to recall what happened yesterday -

but the memory was too mixed, and the dream was in a mess. She didn't know what reality was and what illusion was.

I don't even know when Zheng Moyan came yesterday?

Clearly The memory of yesterday in this room, the man who entangled with her intimately, was not him.

He bowed his head in chagrin.

Jiang Wu, barefoot, stepped on the carpet and covered her chest with a bath towel. She went to the closet and put on a bathrobe. Then she found out the blanket and crept to the sofa to carefully cover it for Zheng Moyan.

But no matter how light she is, she wakes up Zheng Moyan.

He felt her movement, immediately opened his eyes and closed her hand close at hand.

"Are you awake? But it's hard? "

Zheng Moyan's voice was a little dumb. He was tired all night and had a clear view.

Jiang Wu shook her head and said softly:

"I'm fine. When did you come? Why don't you go to bed? "

Jiang Fu knows that Zheng Moyan's playful face and rogue are used to it. Although she won't really force her to do anything, he won't learn anything from Liu Xiahui when he has a chance to sleep with her. He is wronged that he is crowded on the sofa. Moreover, although they are not married, she has agreed to his proposal and is his fiancee in name.

Zheng Moyan was stunned for a moment when he heard her question. He worried that the smoke would disappear all night, and immediately came forward and hugged her.

Great, she didn't remember anything She still belongs to him.

"What, what?"

Jiang Fu is frightened by him, lightly embraces his shoulder and asks carefully.

After thinking about it, she knew something about it and said with shame:

"is it for the sake of the Wine Bureau yesterday? I'm sorry, I didn't know it would be like this. I promise --"

she didn't finish her words. She felt that Zheng Moyan's strength of holding her was stronger.