Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

Gao Yuanyuan said irritably, "You're still laughing, and you're still growing..."

Yang Che then realized: "Even your pronunciation is affected?"

Gao Yuanyuan nodded with a pained expression, then touched her right cheek: "My face is all swollen."

Does it hurt when you eat?

"It hurts even if I don't eat, it hurts right now."

Yang Che hugged her, his face full of affection: "Oh dear."

Seeing his face approaching, Gao Yuanyuan quickly said, "My gums are very sensitive right now, so please don't stick your tongue out."

Yang Che didn't really want to either. Although he knew it was flat, he still felt that he would cut his tongue.

After the kiss, Yang Che briefly and concisely brought up the incident at Beijing West Railway Station. He explained it simply: it was just a coincidence that they ran into the thugs, and then the three of them rushed over and quickly subdued them, handing them over to the police.

Even so, Gao Yuanyuan's eyes lit up, and she was completely stunned, showing no concern for her boyfriend whatsoever...

Of course, Yang Che didn't leave out any details. He specifically mentioned calling Fan Bingbing and sending her a text message because he was worried.

Gao Yuanyuan complained, "Why didn't you call me?"

Yang Che slapped her: "You didn't even reply to my text message, and I sent it to you first. Besides, you were at home while she was all alone out there..."

Gao Yuanyuan rubbed her bottom, pouted, and then grimaced and inhaled.

But they didn't bring up that topic again, and instead asked if the girl was pretty or not.

Yang Che shook his head: "I have face blindness when it comes to girls who score below passing grade, I forgot."

Gao Yuanyuan's attention was promptly diverted: "How would you rate me?"

Yang Che examined it carefully: "Hmm... 8 points."

"You're a negative score in my eyes, out of 100, hmph."

Yang Che smiled and said, "Haha, in my rating system, scores above 9.5 are impossible in reality, they only exist in imagination, they can't even be drawn."

A score of 9 or higher is for a specific moment of a person, not for the person themselves, such as Zhu Ling in her role as the Queen of the Women's Kingdom, or Brigitte Lin at the age of eighteen.

"If you were bigger and perkier, you'd get an 8.5... Ouch, Gao Yuanyuan, when did you learn to pinch people? You're becoming more and more like a shrew."

Gao Yuanyuan ignored her words and instead looked anxious: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh dear, who told you to make me so angry?"

As she spoke, she lifted his shirt, revealing a noticeable red spot on his waist. She kissed it, rubbed it, and said, "Hey, let me tell you, I'm not just like that, I'm definitely going to become a shrew. It's a self-protection mechanism, otherwise I'd get depressed, or you'd drive me crazy."

"Come on, you just don't get it."

"Hehe, how about I find you another boyfriend to tease you?"

"Ahem... Speaking of which, take a look at what I've written these past two days."

Gao Yuanyuan perked up: "Oh, tell me about it."

"OK."

The two were sweet and loving in bed.

Yang Che glanced at the time on the wall and, trying to maintain a normal tone, said, "Yuanyuan, I have to go to the airport."

Gao Yuanyuan was taken aback, and without saying a word, she simply turned her back to him.

Yang Che was extremely pleased with himself, but he pretended to let out a long sigh of relief and then quietly left the bedroom.

Gao Yuanyuan was a little angry, but she was angry at herself for not being angry.

At this moment, burying his head in the sand seems to be just a habitual response, simply to express that he still has opinions.

Gao Yuanyuan reviewed the situation for a while, gritted her teeth, and decided it would be better to remain expressionless.

"hiss."

A sharp pain shot through me from clenching my teeth.

This really angered Gao Yuanyuan, and she swung her fist and slammed it against the pillow next to her a few times.

After smashing it, she pouted again, thinking of how good he was to her.

...........

Fan Bingbing arrived at the airport parking lot at 10:15, accompanied by Wang Jinghua and Li Yue.

Yang Che was quite surprised. Did Wang Jinghua no longer care about the other artists?

However, he stopped thinking about it the next second because he saw that Fan Bingbing, who was walking towards him, had changed. Her chin was sharper and her eyes seemed bigger, but these were not the main changes. The main changes were in her eyes and expression, which were closer to the image of Fan Bingbing in the public's mind in later generations.

The entertainment industry often says that fame brings health and well-being, and this is exactly what it means. This isn't some mystical phenomenon; it's simply because more positive feedback lowers stress hormones and increases endorphins and dopamine. The corresponding effects are a relaxed expression, bright eyes, and upright posture—you're practically glowing!

Anyone feels this way when they're on the rise and full of confidence.

Fan Bingbing came up to him and called out sweetly, "Brother."

However, after not seeing each other for half a month, a sense of estrangement arose.

Yang Che nodded: "This is Zhou Liren, Xiao Zhou."

Fan Bingbing extended his hand warmly: "Hello, Brother Zhou. Brother Li, long time no see!"

Yang Che then looked at Wang Jinghua and Li Yue and greeted them respectively.

"Little Yueyue has become fair-skinned."

Li Yue was overjoyed: "Really? Brother Che?"

Yang Che was also very happy: "You've gained weight too. All the two ounces of weight Fan Bingbing lost has gone to you, hasn't it?"

Li Yue was unhappy: "Ah, Brother Che~"

Amidst laughter and conversation, everyone got into their respective cars without any formalities, except for Fan Bingbing, who naturally didn't ride in their company's car.

After getting in the car, Yang Che played with her hand: "Now that you've made money, what do you want to do?"

Fan Bingbing blinked: "I was planning to discuss it with you after I got the money. I'm thinking of buying an apartment for my parents in Beijing. What do you think?"

What a simple and honest idea.

Yang Che paused for a moment, then said, "That's great. You can discuss it with your aunt and uncle tomorrow."

"Oh. Hehe, just thinking about it still gets me excited."

Yang Che pinched her cheek: "There will be more and higher ones in the future."

"Okay, thanks, bro."

"Lean against me and take a nap. Look at your bloodshot eyes."

"I want to rest my head on your lap."

"All right."

So Yang Che moved to the edge and could feel the cold air outside.

Fan Bingbing rested her head on his lap, covered with a thin blanket, feeling extremely comfortable. She stretched lazily, letting out a soft, cat-like moan.

Fan Bingbing sniffed the thin blanket: "Gao Yuanyuan's?"

Li Xiangdong, in the passenger seat, tensed up instantly, while Zhou Liren, the driver, glanced in the rearview mirror and, seeing that President Yang's expression hadn't changed at all, simply said, "Yes, she bought it."

The two exchanged a quick glance, then simultaneously relaxed.

Zhou Liren reflected in his heart: It's truly a case of the emperor not being worried while the eunuch is.

"oh."

Fan Bingbing pursed her lips, but pulled the blanket even tighter, then closed her eyes. A moment later, she opened them again, took the large hand from her face, and tucked it into her collar...