I became popular after dressing as the boss's ex-wife

Chapter 35

After Fu Jiujiu made the phone call, he stood there for a while.

As the space became quiet, the sensor lights at the emergency exits went out.

There was darkness at the corner of the stairs, except for the faint light of the green escape sign.

There is a small person on it who is running and escaping.

Fu Jiujiu's ears and heart were still slightly numb.

Lin Jun's soft laughter, and the deliberately low sentence: "I'm your partner," seemed to have never dissipated, and it still murmured in his ears.

He can't remember the following conversation clearly, he just feels that every word he said will eventually become "I am your partner," generally.

The phone was held tightly, but it was not hung up. He was constantly impacted by these words, and his heart beat faster.

Because he didn't know how to answer, he didn't answer, just pursed his lips tightly and listened silently.

Lin Jun said a few more words over there, which sounded very gentle, with a slight smile, but he was a little disappointed at the end.

Fu Jiujiu wasn't sure if he felt right at the time, because his brain became a little dull and he couldn't distinguish clearly.

He hung up the phone for a long time, but he didn't let go of it, just clasped it tightly in his palm.

He raised his head and saw the green escape sign again.

The running villain on the sign came into his eyes again, and he felt that it was not a villain in a daze.

That is himself.

In a dangerous space full of pink drugs, he was actually running desperately, trying to escape.

He eagerly hoped in his heart that with the next step, he could see the blue sky, white clouds, and green grass...

There was nothing under the sun to make him feel restless or afraid.

It wasn't the uneasiness brought by Wu Qiuran, but by Lin Jun.

He knew clearly in his heart that even though his life was a little bit on the right track compared to the beginning, some things still changed unstoppably after all.

He was tripped by something, tied his hands, and it was difficult for him to return to the freedom and ease of the past.

Fu Jiujiu frowned in pain, he let out a long breath, and reached out to touch the cigarette.

He really wanted to smoke one.

But the slightly thick and soft touch of the velvet rubbed into the palm of his hand. He lowered his head and saw the gorgeous long dress on his body.

The drape of the fabric is very good. At this moment, the hem of the skirt is caged, like a budding flower.

And his legs are the flower stamens, just move a little, and the flowers will bloom.

The phone in his palm suddenly lit up, reflecting the red very brightly.

It's Changqing's call.

The ringing of the phone pulled Fu Jiujiu out of his wild thoughts, and he quickly connected the phone: "Hello, Editor Chang."

"Fine, you," Chang Qing said, "A real person doesn't show his face."

Fu Jiujiu smiled slightly: "Thank you, Editor Chang."

"There are too many, there is no place to put them," Chang Qing said, "I'll get you an empty warehouse next to the sample room, and you can find a way to take them away later."

A word awakened the dreamer, and Fu Jiujiu suddenly realized that he couldn't let go of so many things at home.

He rubbed his forehead with amusement and headache, then stepped on the stairs to the second floor and called the elevator from the second floor.

The elevator door opened, and there were many spectators standing inside, and everyone was chatting enthusiastically.

Fu Jiujiu entered the elevator with his head down, and stood in the corner, his long hair half covering his cheeks.

"You guys said, will Fu Bian be able to wear the same limited edition throughout the year in the future? My God, I get excited just thinking about it."

"It's nice to have a good father, I envy dead Fu Bian."

"Hey," someone's voice was deliberately lowered: "Do you think it was really Wu Qiuran who did it?"

"I think it's like, he always thinks he's the veteran of the clothing department," said another voice, "This time the editor-in-chief is leaving, maybe he wants to step on someone to get in the position?"

"Tsk..."

"Hey, you didn't see his face, my God, it's really wonderful, that face is heavy, if the water can be wrung out, our building will be flooded."

When Fu Jiujiu reached the floor, he went down the stairs and entered the studio.

After a while, the makeup artist and photographer also came up.

"My God, Fu Bian," said the makeup artist, "I'm really eye-opening."

The photographer was still holding the lunch box in his hand, and he shook Fu Jiujiu: "Your father hired me, Wang Xianju Class A set, borrowed Fu to weave it all up."

"Your father's mouth is very poisonous." The makeup artist giggled non-stop: "Just as a row of dining cars came in, the food delivery man ordered Wu Qiuran's name first, Wu Qiuran thought it was given to him by someone, and his face just happened to be pretty. Dot, guess what the delivery guy said..."

Fu Jiujiu raised his eyebrows.

"As soon as he took a step forward, the food delivery man said," the makeup artist couldn't stop laughing, imitating the food delivery man, and said very seriously: "'Sorry, it's stated on the menu, except for Wu Qiuran Besides, everyone has a share."

"Oh, my god." The makeup artist bent down rubbing her belly.

Fu Jiujiu couldn't help covering her face, bared her teeth under the cover of her palm,

Lin Jun couldn't help but see Lin Jun's seriousness when ordering food.

He couldn't help it any longer, and burst out laughing.

Then Lin Jun raised his eyes in his mind: "Don't laugh!"

The makeup artist's voice became distant: "Your father is really caring for children!"

Lin Jun hung up the phone, but also did not put down the phone, but held it tightly in his palm.

The phone was warmed by his body temperature.

He sat quietly for a while, then leaned back deep in the chair, turned his head to look at the bright sunlight outside the window.

This is a very good day, there shouldn't be any storm, and even if there is, it shouldn't fall on the land where Fu Jiujiu is.

He gently rubbed the smooth metal surface of the phone with his fingertips, imagining it as Fu Jiujiu's hand.

But Fu Jiujiu's hand is much softer, it is smaller and more comfortable to hold in the palm.

The fingers are very thin, and if you pinch it, you will feel infinite love and want to hurt him well and hard.

The mobile phone can't give him that feeling, the mobile phone is just a mobile phone.

Even though he could hear Fu Jiujiu's voice from inside, it wasn't Fu Jiujiu.

His thoughts turned quickly, because he said that to Fu Jiujiu, his mood was still a little agitated.

But Fu Jiujiu's long silence after hearing that sentence also made him return to rationality in due course.

Fu Jiujiu's expression when he was silent appeared in front of his eyes,

It should be with lowered eyes and pursed lips, as if even he couldn't figure out his own thoughts, and didn't know how to answer.

His phone vibrated, and he received a new email.

The email came from his Sansuke, the guy who was sent to NF to personally deliver gifts to Fu Jiujiu.

His third assistant sent the video of the scene, and made a serious note again that the gift was signed by Fu Jiujiu's boss, Chang Qing.

Since Fu Jiujiu is not around, Lin Jun has no intention of watching the live video.

He tapped the screen with his fingertips, but when he wanted to exit, he stopped suddenly.

No, Fu Jiujiu should be here.

He called to thank him, and the deliberately suppressed tone in his tone didn't seem like it would have been heard from others.

He sat up straight and turned to the computer to open the email video.

The video was playing frame by frame, and he glanced at the scene, and there was indeed no Fu Jiujiu in it.

If Fu Jiujiu was around, even if he wasn't wearing clothes, he would still be able to recognize him at a glance...

No, no matter what clothes he wears, even among thousands of people, he can recognize him at a glance.

He became a little less interested, but looked back with a little reluctance.

During the whole process, only Wu Qiuran's disheartened face could give him some motivation to continue watching.

After the video played for a while, several people appeared in the camera, one of them was a girl in a fiery red dress?

Judging by her appearance, she should be a very tall girl, and Lin Jun was very sure that he had never seen her before.

But for some reason, as soon as that figure appeared, his heart skipped a beat.

He locked his eyes tightly on that figure.

Her black hair was like a fluffy cloud, half covering her cheeks, because of the distance, there was only a trace of moist whiteness on that face.

And the white is inlaid with a color as passionate as the skirt on her body, which is her fiery lips.

Although the face can't be seen clearly, it gives people a gorgeous and compelling feeling.

FY has its own entertainment company, and the female artists are all beautiful and beautiful, each with its own charm.

Lin Jun didn't think he would be attracted to a girl who couldn't even see her face clearly.

But she stood there quietly, which really made him unable to take his eyes off.

He started clicking and fast-forwarding until the camera finally got close to the girl.

She seemed to be avoiding the camera on purpose. When the camera came to her and flashed past her face, he lowered his head slightly and raised his hand to half cover his cheek.

That hand was slender and slender, as white as a green onion, and very beautiful.

Lin Jun suddenly saw a very small mole on her thin white little finger.

He would never admit that mole was wrong, because he had kissed it thousands of times.

His heart seemed to be stabbed by something, releasing extremely hot blood.

It doesn't hurt, but it is very turbulent, and the whole person is surging.

That feeling was like being hit in the heart by something, and it was like being given a very vague glance by fate.

It was fate.

He pursed his lips tightly, his eye circles were slightly red.

It turned out to be Fu Jiujiu.

Because it was him, even if he didn't even see his face clearly, even if he was wearing women's clothes, he would still be tempted at a glance.

He quickly cut out the shot of Fu Jiujiu.

He escaped most of the shots, but was also caught by quite a few shots.

He was wearing a fiery red dress and gorgeous makeup, but he revealed an extremely pure beauty.

The beauty is beyond human.

A section of snow-white calf was exposed under the hem of the skirt, like two sections of white jade.

The slender waist can be grasped, and it is decorated with a pearl waist chain.

Flaming red lips, a pointed nose, under the delicate eyebrows, amber eyes like a spring.

His expression was a little dazed, his lips pursed occasionally, and he seemed a little overwhelmed looking at the scene, but his eyes were occasionally filled with tenderness.

Lin Jun saved those photos in his phone one by one.

He lowered his eyes to look at the clearest one, and couldn't help lowering his head to press a light kiss on his bright red lips.

Next time, let Fu Jiujiu wear women's clothing to show him.

Just wear today's red.

But his skin is fair, and he will look good in any color, for example, peacock blue will be more elegant, and white will be more pure...

Forget it, every color, every style, and different hairstyles...

Let's all come once.

After all, only children make choices, and he is an honest adult who wants and wants everything.

The author has something to say: Nine. Women's clothing boss. Nine:? ? ? ? ?

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