At night, dark clouds cover the bright moon, and the cicadas make the wind quieter.

Seeing Jing Liuye and his group leave, the people on duty in the Liyuan are all on their way to stay at their posts. There are only Fan Zhengyu and Yun Hezhi in the backstage, and they are sitting in Yun Hezhi's exclusive dressing room.

After the danger just now, Fan Zhengyu had already woken up from the drunk little wine, and he was going crazy at this time. She, she actually...

Tugging Yun Hezhi's clothes and acting cute!

What should I do!

She always regarded Yun Hezhi as a god like a teacher. She was respectful and not close to her. It was too embarrassing to dare to act rashly against him.

"Do you still want to drink tea?" Yun Hezhi looked at her, and there was still a flush of alcohol on her face, but her eyes were clear and she had obviously sobered up.

Fan Zhengyu didn't dare to look at him, but just nodded in a quiet voice.

"Don't you want to put on makeup? You go take off some makeup, then sit there, I'll prepare some." Yun Hezhi pointed to the dressing table on one side, a large mirror, not as delicate as a girl has, but there are many things that evenly make-up are placed in front.

Fan Zhengyu is now in a difficult situation, so he can only take off his makeup and wash his face first.

...

On the other hand, Jing Liuye, who came out of Liyuan, was asking how the crazy fan had handled it just now.

"As you told me, it has been handled, and he will never appear again in the future."

"I didn't expect that there was also a proud boss Yun who had always been asking for help. He had no relatives and friends in the capital and was the closest to our family. If he got married and proposed marriage in the future, because my mother was so kind to him, she would definitely interfere in this matter. If he needed help from me, he would ask me for help."

"You, you must have agreed." Jing's family spoke carefully.

“What’s the problem?”

"We just dealt with that fan and knew that this girl was called Fan Zhengyu."

Jing Hanchuan thought and nodded, only saying:

“The name is good.”

Jing Family: “…”

"Those who study music are quite compatible with Boss Yun, but I don't know how old they are." Fan Zhengyu had a performance tonight. In order to look better on the stage, he had a slightly heavier makeup and looked a little mature.

"She, she is the fifth master's cousin."

Jing Hanchuan's smile froze, Jiang Jinshang's cousin?

Why didn't he say this Yun Hezhi earlier?

His circle is incompatible with the circle Jiang Jinshang and has never had any contact with each other. Why do you ask him to help when you get married and propose marriage? How should he do it?

Isn’t this digging a hole for him to jump?

Thinking of someone asking him to be wary of his daughter being stolen just now, I felt that Yun Hezhi was not a thing, but because of his mother's support, otherwise, it would have been a pile of fish in their backyard.

**

In the pear garden

Fan Zhengyu took off his makeup and sat in front of the makeup mirror after washing his face. I have to say that Yun Hezhi had a complete set of things here, and even had people who took off his makeup. After washing his face, he became more awake and sat in front of Yun Hezhi, feeling anxious.

"I'll just make some simple things for you and just feel them. As for those who have your head strangled, it's too late after all."

In Peking Opera, the link of strangling is very important.

Fan Zhengyu nodded. Now she felt completely useless as soon as she remembered that she was actually acting coquettishly at Yun Hezhi. Even if Yun Hezhi asked him to lift his head up, she didn't hear it.

I just felt my chin being gently pinched, my face was slightly raised, and my panicked gaze hit him in a straight face.

His eyes were direct, and in front of the makeup mirror, the light was very bright. It fell in his eyes, like a dazzling fire, burning everything around him, making the air thinner.

Fan Zhengyu suddenly felt a little unstable in his breath.

The warmth from his fingertips came from his chin, and the small amount of heat spread to his entire face instantly.

Originally, I had to get closer to the makeup, but Yun Hezhi seemed to be closer to it, and even her breathing was tangled. Fan Zhengyu was so nervous that he dared not breathe, and he was trance remembering the feeling of being hugged in his arms...

The arms that were tied around her waist were pressing the back of her head.

Her face turned redder.

"Are you hot?" Yun Hezhi's face was close at hand, and his breath lingered beside her, something indescribable filled the entire dressing room.

This is his place, and there are traces of him everywhere.

Fan Zhengyu seemed to have fallen into his siege and had nowhere to escape.

Everything that happened tonight seemed to recall in her mind, her face...

It's even more red.

"I, I..." She tried hard to tell herself that she couldn't panic, but her throat was burned by the heat and could not even speak a word.

"You are really not afraid if you asked me to help you put on makeup so late."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm a man after all."

Strictly speaking, the two are about the same age, but Yun Hezhi has been on stage since elementary school opera. Many years ago, everyone called Boss Yun and called him a little old-fashioned.

man……

At this time, Fan Zhengyu could feel that his face was so hot that it was almost burning. She was an adult and had been abroad. What did Yun Hezhi mean? She could understand what she said at all.

He is telling himself:

It's not appropriate to be alone with a opposite sex so late.

"I usually train with everyone so late, even all night, and it's okay..." Fan Zhengyu was stubborn.

"A group of people all night..." Yun Hezhi still pinched her chin with his fingers. The girl's face was very hot, hotter than his fingertips.

The enthusiasm burned from him along his arms and all the way to his heart.

The surroundings are quiet, the heartbeats...

Very dry!

"Or, you have been alone with other opposite sex for so long?"

Fan Zhengyu has also worked alone with the opposite sex, and he has all night long. He is always in the orchestra rehearsal room, and teachers are often accompanied by her to guide her, like her and Yun Hezhi...

Of course it's the first time.

Fan Zhengyu is not a fool either. When Yun Hezhi mentioned this question, his feeling completely changed.

In ordinary cooperative relationships, no one would ask about this kind of thing?

She also knew in her heart that her answer was very important. If she said this often, she would basically tell Yun Hezhi that he was not the special one, if only he...

In the adult world, some things are clear.

Her breathing became more and more rapid, her mind was dizzy, which was even stronger than the feeling of being drunk.

Under the calm sea, undercurrents roll.

Cloud crane branches...

What exactly does he mean?

Fan Zhengyu was panicked and his heartbeat became heavier. At this time, Yun Hezhi's face seemed to be getting closer and closer. Is she drunk too much and not yet awake?

Only when he spoke, his breath blew closer to her face, and even brushed her lips, she realized...

The distance between the two was incredibly close.

"Why don't you talk? You and others are the same?"

"I..." Fan Zhengyu was still thinking about his words.

Just sobering up does not mean that your mind is easy to use.

The body responded faster than the brain, and shook his head gently, "No, I'm only with you..."

Haven't finished speaking

She felt something touching her lips.

Between the two...

No distance left.

At this moment, the air in the dressing room seemed to be exhausted.

It's breathtakingly thin.

He just touched it gently, and it was fleeting. Her pupils shook slightly, her eyes widened, looking at him in disbelief, but fell into his eyes.

His eyes were burning, deep and thick.

"You, what are you doing?" Fan Zhengyu's consciousness had been pulled away.

I blurted out a very brainless thing.

"What do you think?" Yun Hezhi just kissed her, but her body was not pulled away. The distance between the two was still very close.
To be continued...