Looking at the man's fierce eyes, Feng Qingyan immediately said: "we haven't seen each other during the day, but at night... We will be together."

After pausing for a few seconds, Beiming Yue said, "just look at it."

Feng Qingyan: "......"

"If you don't go."

"... line."

Feng Qingyan pushes the man away and walks into the baby's room.

The boy lay quietly on the bed, asleep.

Feng Qingyan sat gently by the bed, looked at his beautiful son, and couldn't help bending over and kissing his white and tender face.

Beiming Yue stood at the door and watched the scene. Although he was his own son, he was still a little upset.

A moment later, Feng Qingyan stood up and walked out of the room.

As soon as the door was closed, Beiming grabbed her and suddenly picked her up.

The sudden action made Feng Qingyan almost cry out. She was stunned for a few seconds. She asked in a low voice, "why?"

The more evil spirit of Beiming smiled: "of course it's time to go back to bed."

"I have to take a bath."

"Together."

The woman had already fainted when she came out of the bathroom.

Beiming Yue takes him back to his bedroom and gently puts him on the bed.

Looking at the girl's Scarlet and quiet face, Beiming smiled more and more. It seemed that the girl's voice of begging for mercy sounded in her ear again.

He pinched her face and whispered, "if you dare to come back so late in the future, you won't get out of bed for a week!"

The next day.

Feng Qingyan has been ignoring someone since she woke up.

Beiming talks to her more, but she doesn't respond. After cleaning up, she wants to go out of the room.

Beiming Yue would not let her go. He stood in front of the door, looked at the little woman and said, "Feng Qingyan, if you don't speak, I will kiss you until you speak!"

Feng Qingyan: "......"

"Not yet!" The man's voice was full of threat, and his head was getting lower and lower.

Feng Yanqing immediately stepped back: "Beiming Yue, I'm going to be late!"

Beiming Yue: "it was so late yesterday that it is not normal to go late today."

Feng Qingyan looked up at him with a small face: "you obviously did it on purpose."

Beiming pinched her chin with his fingers and said: "when I deliberately made you unable to get up, can you get up in the morning?"

Feng Qingyan's cheeks turned red.

At this time, Feng Qingyan's mobile phone rings, which is the phone of the director of the crew.

She answered immediately, "Hello, director."

"Yan Qing, are you coming?"

"Er... Right now, there's a traffic jam."

"Oh, it's OK. I'm just asking you. You don't have to worry too much. The fight hasn't been filmed yet. It may be a party."

"Oh, good."

After hanging up, Feng Qingyan said again, "I have to go, or it will be too late for a while."

Beiming Yue: "kiss me."

“........”

Feng Qingyan knows this man too well. If she doesn't do it, she won't get out of the door.

After pausing for two seconds, she pointed her toes and leaned back toward his lips.

At the moment when the lips want to stick, Beiming suddenly hugs her slender waist and imprisons her in his arms, clasping the back of her head with his big hand to deepen the kiss.

Feng Qingyan wanted to kiss and leave, but he couldn't get rid of it.

After a while, Beiming Yue let go of her and said with a low smile, "let's go and see you off."

an hour later.

Feng Qingyan arrives at the set.

She looked out the window and suddenly noticed a familiar figure.

Jiangmanxi.

Beiming Yue was about to get off the bus. Feng Qingyan immediately said, "wait a minute."

"What's the matter?"

"Look at that woman, isn't it jiangmanxi, the eldest miss of the Jiang family?"

The more Beiming looked at her, he said, "do you know her, too? Did she bother you?"