12dz Chapter 76 The CP she shipped was real!
Chapter 76 The CP she shipped was real!
Yan Zhuoyu closed her eyes and suddenly felt a pang of regret. She should have known better than to give Pei Weijin the watch.
There's a feeling of silently making a fool of yourself without doing anything.
Is this what it means for husband and wife to be one...?
Qiao Xinyun, who was standing next to her, typed a few words on her phone's memo app and handed it to her: "Your CEO Pei has a kind of humor that doesn't care about the lives of others."
Yan Zhuoyu: "..."
Thank you, she thinks so too.
However, Yan Zhuoyu is now more interested in knowing which damned person led her husband astray!
The car drove on for a while longer, and gradually the outlines of villages and towns came into view.
A young girl cracked open the car window, held up her phone, and asked dejectedly, "Can your phones even get a signal?"
Tan Wenbo said helplessly, "My phone brand and model were already bad, so I haven't been able to receive them for a long time."
Yan Zhuoyu didn't respond; her phone signal showed two bars and was intermittent.
Upon arrival at their destination, the director called for everyone to get off the bus.
At the village entrance, a group of people were waiting for their arrival.
The village chief, dressed in a faded yellow short-sleeved shirt and sporting a dark stubble, warmly approached Tan Wenbo to shake his hand and said with a smile:
"Teacher Tan, we've heard so much about you! As soon as the villagers heard you were coming to film a drama, they started making preparations, which has truly brought honor to our humble village!"
Tan Wenbo quickly responded modestly, "You're too kind, it's us who are bothering you!"
After shaking hands with him, the village chief didn't stop, but instead went to the back to shake hands with Yan Zhuoyu and the others.
"Hello, welcome, welcome!"
He reached out his hand to Yan Zhuoyu in a friendly manner. His hands were rough, and his fingernails were covered with dirt that was hard to wash off from his labor.
Yan Zhuoyu politely shook hands with him: "Hello."
"Okay, all is well!"
The village chief smiled so hard his eyes narrowed into slits, his gaze inadvertently lingering on the skin exposed by Yan Zhuoyu's clothes.
Yan Zhuoyu frowned slightly, almost imperceptibly.
The villagers who accompanied them were mostly men. They seemed a little reserved, standing not far away, watching these brightly dressed outsiders.
Wearing a fisherman's hat, Tan Wenbo was scorching under the sun: "Village chief, it's too hot outside. Let's go inside and talk in detail."
The village chief slapped his forehead and chuckled, "Look at my memory! Come on, let's go. The inn is all set up, with newly installed air conditioners, it's very cool. The road is difficult to walk on, everyone has had a hard time, let's settle down and rest first."
He beckoned to a young man: "You have money, take them to the hotel."
Qian Youcai was a shy but warm-hearted young man. He led the way and explained the village's facilities in detail, reminding everyone to ask the village chief for help if they needed anything.
After distributing the room keys, Tan Wenbo earnestly instructed, "The manager said that a few men will be checking in this morning. I booked large suites, so you girls should discuss which one to stay in. Safety first, try not to go out alone."
Yan Zhuoyu glanced at her assistant, and after receiving an affirmative look from the female bodyguard, she felt a little more at ease.
No wonder I didn't see the other bodyguards with me when we set off; they had arrived at Xin Nanshan ahead of time.
The little girl, who had just been worried about the signal, suddenly perked up and darted to Yan Zhuoyu with bright eyes.
"Sister Yan! The suite can accommodate four people, and you're one short. Can I sleep with you... no, I mean, stay with you!"
Yan Zhuoyu remembered her: Fan Wenran, a former child star. She had an adorable appearance when she was young and attracted many genuine "mommy fans." She had just finished her art college entrance exams this year.
She had no objection: "Sure, no problem."
"Yay!" Fan Wenran smiled, and dimples appeared on her cheeks, looking sweet.
After the group was assigned rooms, they each packed their luggage.
Yan Zhuoyu and Qiao Xinyun worked together to lay out the disposable bedding, while the female bodyguard began scanning the room for cameras.
Fan Wenran sat on the bed, trying to connect to the hotel's WiFi.
She glanced at the couple's watch on Yan Zhuoyu's wrist, secretly searched for it using image recognition, and then smiled even more happily.
Fan Wenran suddenly blurted out, "Sister Yan, you're so beautiful and fair-skinned."
"Of course, thank you for the compliment. You're very cute too."
Yan Zhuoyu didn't even bother to be polite before readily admitting it, without the slightest hesitation.
"Hahahahahaha."
Fan Wenran stared at Fu Zhuchen's Weibo and laughed for a while, then opened her suitcase and rummaged through her things: "Sister Yan, I recently watched 'Spring Rain Love,' you're so handsome! Was that scene where you carried the male actor in a princess carry a stunt double or...?"
Today the crew is relaxing and resting; there are no filming tasks, and the main purpose is for everyone to get used to the environment.
Since Yan Zhuoyu had nothing better to do, she simply picked the person up and said, "Don't worry, it's all handmade, no substitutes, and completely natural and harmless~"
She regularly exercises, and with the other person also cooperating by wrapping their arms around her neck, lifting Fan Wenran, who weighs less than 90 pounds, was effortless.
Qiao Xinyun, on the other hand, was so frightened she looked like a groundhog.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
"Stop! Stop!"
If this little darling were to be accidentally knocked down, he would definitely be devoured by Fan Wenran's "mommy fans".
Yan Zhuoyu smiled and pulled a new set of bedding from her suitcase, stuffing it into Fan Wenran's arms.
"Here, put it on." She even asked, "Do you know how to use a condom?"
Fan Wenran's eyes lit up again, and he nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes!"
"Waaah, Sister Yan, you're so beautiful and kind-hearted, I'm your C..."
Yan Zhuoyu looked at her in confusion, and Fan Wenran quickly changed her tune: "I'm your biggest fan! I grew up watching your dramas! Can I get your autograph?"
As soon as she finished speaking, her arms suddenly felt empty. Yan Zhuoyu put the four-piece bedding back in her arms, chuckled, and said, "You make it sound like I'm some old person. You debuted before me; I grew up watching your dramas, okay?"
"hey-hey."
Fan Wenran's gaze drifted to the couple's watches on Yan Zhuoyu's wrist, and he chuckled foolishly, looking as if he had just been struck by lightning.
Yan Zhuoyu sighed, a hint of worry rising in her heart. She finally understood why this person had so many "mommy fans".
Where to sign?
"Here here!"
Fan Wenran snapped out of her daze, handed over the prepared photos, and looked at her with admiration: "Sister Yan, everyone online says that your family is super rich and that you have a spoiled princess temperament, but I feel like you can do everything and you think of everything so thoroughly."
Yan Zhuoyu quickly signed the photos and replied, "I lived in a similar village for a while when I was a child, so I have some experience."
"Oh, that!"
As Fan Wenran made the bed, she began to conceive a fanfiction story about "Sister Yan and the unspeakable man behind her."
He would occasionally let out a "hehe" laugh; being so young, he really didn't try to hide it at all.
After tidying up her belongings, Fan Wenran realized that her phone had lost signal again. When she looked up, she saw that Yan Zhuoyu was holding a very familiar phone.
"Hey hey hey."
Yan Zhuoyu looked at Fan Wenran in the direction of the voice: "...?"
She asked worriedly, "Are you suffering from heatstroke?"
"No," Fan Wenran said, holding her phone. "I'm perfectly fine!"
It's confirmed, the couple she's shipping is real!