Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

Little Fatty was indeed drunk; the things they said when they were deeply in love were now being said without batting an eye.

Yang Che was a little disgusted. At this time, the girl lost her shyness, and the fun was greatly reduced.

Despite his initial dislike, Yang Che calmed down and began to take care of the chubby boy.

This was his second time in this house, and he had to search for things quite a bit. As for Fan Bingbing, it seemed this wasn't her home.

"Let me think... well, anyway... it seems... it should be there."

In short, a dozen minutes later, Fan Bingbing had a cup of honey water in front of her, a basin of hot water at her feet, and Yang Che was wiping her face with a hot towel. She was so happy that she cried out, and her two tender arms tightly hugged his waist.

"Oh, how can you be so good? How can you be so good?"

Yang Che put down the towel and started taking off her clothes.

"whee."

"Tsk, hurry up and change into your pajamas before the water gets cold."

"Oh, let's give each other a kiss first."

After another round of fussing and changing into his pajamas, Yang Che was sweating.

It wasn't because my heart was racing, since I've seen that several times before; it was just that Little Fatty wasn't cooperating.

Kneading the little fat boy's big feet in the basin, size 39, still wide... Forget about the feeling of bound feet, though they're chubby.

Fan Bingbing, whose drunkenness had mostly subsided, felt dizzy again, but this dizziness felt particularly comfortable. Her heart was full, and she kept grinning foolishly.

Then she felt depressed.

"Brother, you're really writing something? You can write it tomorrow."

"Sweetie, you'll be done writing in a bit. Lie down for a bit."

"oh."

Fan Bingbing pouted, grabbed the blanket he had taken from the sofa, and then put her feet on his lap and lay down on the sofa. She wanted to rest her head on his lap, but he wouldn't let her.

A good memory is not as good as a bad writing.

Yang Che didn't write the plot of the B-movie; he was just outlining the operational process of the film, or to put it bluntly, the project operation plan.

If Wu Shixian's idea of ​​"making American movies in Hong Kong" doesn't work, he'll still do it.

The production budget of $04 million in 110 would have been even less in 2000.

The money from "Spring Bright Pigsy" will come in quickly, and he'll have to get Wu Shixian to spend some of his own money.

It wasn't that he was petty, but working for others and working for oneself are not the same thing, especially since Yang Che couldn't keep an eye on this film in real time.

As he wrote, Yang Che began to sketch out the general plot, and even drew a few storyboards. They were very fragmented, and he wrote down whatever came to mind.

Many people have had moments of inspiration, whether at work, studying, or playing games.

As for Fan Bingbing, she had already fallen asleep, snoring away, and her feet had somehow slipped off his legs.

Yang Che, who had put down his notebook and pen, looked at her curled up in a ball, and a look of doting affection and tenderness appeared on his face.

Anyone who has raised a child has had this experience: when your child falls asleep in the car, and you carefully and laboriously carry him home, he wakes up, and he's wide awake.

At this point, it's hard to stay calm.

At this moment, Yang Che found it hard to keep his composure as he looked at Fan Bingbing on the bed.

"Goodbye, go to sleep."

"I'm awake, I'm not sleepy."

I'm sleepy.

Fan Bingbing sat up abruptly: "Are you leaving?"

"Hands, hands, hands."

Yang Che was wincing in pain.

Fan Bingbing looked at her hand, stuck out her tongue, and, having gotten used to it, quickly let go.

"Are you alright? Oh dear, I didn't mean to. Don't go."

She kissed him again as if coaxing a child, then looked up, her eyes revealing a pleading expression.

Yang Che lowered his head and kissed her: "Brother, don't leave. I'm going to take a shower."

"Uh-huh."

As he left the bedroom, Fan Bingbing seemed to realize something, and then felt her body temperature slowly rise.

Anticipation and anxiety.

Then, she slowly lay down, pulling the blanket over her face, leaving only her eyes visible as she looked towards the bedroom door. She could hear the sound of water coming from the bathroom and her own heartbeat.

Suddenly I felt a little short of breath, so I quickly threw off the blanket and took a deep breath, which made me feel a little better.

Then he pinched it, touched it, looked at it, gave a slight smirk, turned around, and let out a suppressed shout, a mixture of excitement and shyness...

After a while.

Upon hearing the sound, Fan Bingbing's heart, which had calmed down, began to pound again. Although it had happened several times before, it felt particularly scorching at this moment.

Yang Che looked at her and touched her cheek.

"Fan Bingbing, I will be good to you."

"Hehe, Yang Che, I'll be good to you too, even better, exceptionally good."

Yang Che leaned down and kissed him. Fan Bingbing's arms slowly climbed up his neck and hugged him. Suddenly, she tightened her grip, as if she wanted to pull his head off.

Then, probably afraid of being scolded, she started crying.

If Yang Che hadn't been kissing her the whole time, she probably would have been howling and disturbing the neighbors long ago.

After a while...

"Hey bro, shouldn't we put a piece of cloth or something down here?"

Yang Che glanced at her and looked at her affectionately: "It's better to remember it in your brother's heart and mind."

Fan Bingbing tilted her head: "Should we take a picture?"

Yang Che's lips twitched: "What's wrong with you? What if the equipment breaks down someday..."

"Yeah, hehe. I wanted to keep it as a souvenir."

Yang Che picked up the phone from the bedside table: "Perfect timing, midnight on September 30, 1999."

"What the heck~"

"Phew, hiss, don't be nervous."

"I'm not nervous, I'm just a little uncomfortable, just a tiny bit."

"Okay, I understand. Give me a kiss."

"Mmm...uh."

The two chatted like this, occasionally exchanging a few words. Although Little Fatty would still act silly from time to time, it was a very warm and cozy atmosphere.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Fan Bingbing, who was almost asleep, suddenly nudged him: "What if I get pregnant?"

"You just finished 3 days ago, it's okay."

"What if?"

"Tsk, if you're really scared, take a pill tomorrow."

"You...you just bullied me, and you're already impatient."

Yang Che gently patted her: "Don't be unreasonable, I'm sleepy."

"Am I better, or is she better?"

Yang Che remained unmoved, only thinking to himself: It seems about the same.

What's almost the same? At this moment, he felt that warm feeling in his lower abdomen again, and his waist area was also warm and comfortable, like a warm breeze that made him feel intoxicated, yet his whole body was full of strength.

Fan Bingbing hummed a few more times, but didn't say anything more. She bit his chest lightly, then closed her eyes. She was actually very sleepy, her legs and waist were tired and sore.

In the past ten days, she had seen him talking to Gao Yuanyuan on the phone many times. At first, she felt extremely disgusted, then she gritted her teeth, then she looked down on his pretentious way of speaking, and finally he would flirt with her whenever he saw her.

If it weren't for the fact that she had spoken to them on the phone and then received a severe spanking, she would have started cursing long ago.