Chinese entertainment: What's wrong with actresses wanting to improve?

Chapter 404 Conquering King Ou

At 6:30 p.m., Fu Yibai returned to the villa.

Zhang Xinyu carried her luggage into the entryway, gave Fu Yibai a few instructions about tomorrow's work, and then left.

Just after seven o'clock, the doorbell rang.

Fu Yibai stood up from the sofa to open the door.

Wang Ou stood outside the door.

"They're here."

"Um."

Wang Ou changed into slippers and followed Fu Yibai into the living room.

She sat down on the sofa, took the glass of red wine that Fu Yibai handed her, and took a sip.

"How's filming going lately?"

Fu Yibai sat down next to her, his arm naturally resting on her shoulder.

"good.

I'm just a little tired and wanted to come back and rest.

She placed the wine glass on the coffee table, turned slightly to the side, and leaned against Fu Yibai.

"You got quite a tan while filming in Guangzhou."

Fu Yibai turned his head and kissed her on the cheek.

"Doesn't he look even more handsome now?"

Wang Ou raised his head and smiled slightly.

She reached out and gently traced her fingers along Fu Yibai's jawline.

"Did you think of me while filming?"

"I've thought about it."

"That's a lie."

With such a beautiful assistant by your side, and Sister Binbin around, how could you possibly miss me?

Are you jealous?

Wang Ou did not answer.

She leaned forward, her lips lightly touching Fu Yibai's mouth, then stepped back, a hint of provocation in her eyes.

Fu Yibai reached out and cupped the back of her head, then kissed her.

This kiss was deeper than the last one.

Wang Ou placed his hand on his shoulder, his fingertips tightening, and a soft moan escaped his lips.

The two people moved from the living room to the stairs, and from the stairs to the second-floor bedroom.

Clothes were scattered all the way.

Wang Ou lay beneath him, her lips slightly parted, her breathing rapid and warm.

Her hair was spread out on the pillow, like a patch of dark seaweed.

Her body trembled slightly with each touch, her fingers gripping his back and then loosening.

Fu Yibai knew what Wang Ou was thinking.

She knew that Wang Ou, like Gao Lu, wouldn't stay by his side forever.

They have their own plans and want to live a peaceful and stable life.

He respects their choices and never forces them to.

But at this moment, while they still have each other, he doesn't want to leave any regrets.

He gave her all his strength, each touch more forceful than usual, each entanglement longer than usual.

He hoped her body would remember him.

As night deepened, a gust of wind rose outside the window, rustling the leaves of the ginkgo tree.

The bedroom finally quieted down.

Wang Ou curled up beside Fu Yibai, burying his face in the crook of his neck, his breathing even and long.

Her body was still trembling slightly, like a ship that had just weathered a storm.

The next morning, Fu Yibai opened his eyes.

Wang Ou curled up beside him, burying her face in his shoulder, her breathing even and long.

Her hair was spread out on the pillow, and the dark strands were wrapped around his arm.

The blanket slipped down to her waist, revealing her bare shoulders and several deep red marks on her collarbone.

That's what he left behind last night.

He moved his arm slightly, and Wang Ou woke up.

She opened her eyes, met his gaze, and then frowned.

"Were you crazy last night?"

Her voice was hoarse from just waking up. She tried to sit up, supporting herself on the sheets with one hand, but gasped as soon as she moved and fell back onto the pillow.

"pain."

"Where does it hurt?"

"It hurts all over."

Wang Ou rolled her eyes and poked his chest with her finger, the force weak and feeble.

Are you livestock?

I told you so many times last night to be quiet, did you even listen?

"Didn't you also say not to stop later?"

Wang Ou raised her hand and covered his mouth, a thin blush rising to his ears.

"Shut up."

Fu Yibai grasped her wrist and kissed her palm.

Wang Ou withdrew his hand, his expression a mix of annoyance and embarrassment.

"I have a male colleague to film this afternoon."

"It's cancelled."

"You just cancel it like that? The contract's already signed."

"In your current condition, you won't be able to take any photos."

Wang Ou opened her mouth to refute, but the soreness and weakness throughout her body made her lack confidence.

She tried to turn over, and the soreness in her lower back made her frown.

"I'll ask Sister Qin to postpone it for me by one day."

She gave up struggling, buried her face in the pillow, and spoke in a muffled voice.

"It's all your fault."

"I'll have Xinyu come over to take care of you. Tell her to buy whatever you want to eat."

"snort."

Wang Ou buried her face back into the pillow.

Fu Yibai got out of bed and went into the bathroom.

The hot water washed over me, washing away the lingering sleepiness and the scent of last night.

When he dried himself off, changed his clothes, and came out, Wang Ou was already asleep again, wrapped tightly in the blanket, with only half of his face and a section of his calf showing.

He sent Zhang Xinyu a message, then quietly closed the bedroom door.

At 10 a.m. sharp, he appeared in the editing room on the 20th floor.

Old Zhou was already inside, with a thick stack of scripts spread out on the editing table in front of him. Several young editors sat around him, each staring at their own screens.

"Director Fu."

"Okay. Let's go through it from the beginning."

Fu Yibai sat to the side, directing everyone to edit the video.

The morning passed slowly as I reviewed each frame.

At 6:30 in the evening, Lao Zhou stood up and stretched his stiff neck.

"Director Fu, is that all for today?"

Fu Yibai glanced at the time, then at the unfinished footage on the monitor, and nodded.