Chapter 2 Finalization (Part 2)

The filming of the filming lasted for several months was finally completed, and the applause and cheers of the staff celebrating were heard around him. Jiang Nian closed her eyes and finally showed a relaxed smile on the corner of her mouth.

When Song Yan stood up, she saw such a scene. Her fair skin, long black hair, red lips, and the afterglow just made her cheeks look light red, and her long eyelashes curled up in a beautiful curve, which made her feel distressingly broken. If she hadn't felt the light breathing of the person beneath her, Song Yan almost thought she was an exquisite white porcelain doll.

Why, can't bear to get up?Song Yan was still in a daze, Jiang Nian opened her red lips lightly, and her voice was even a little lazy, with charming charm.

Song Yan was stunned, then curled the corners of his lips and said in a low voice that only two people heard: I am indeed a little reluctant to let it go.But he didn't make any moves, he just stood up and covered her with a quilt: Happy cooperation, Jiang Nian.

After packing up, Jiang Nian did not go to have a midnight snack with the crew. He just confirmed the time of the celebration banquet and wrapped his coat tightly and went into the nanny car to leave. If he didn't go home soon, the person might have been more ruthless.

After entering the entrance hall, the house was dark. Jiang Nian saw a faint light on the balcony, and a faint smell of tobacco was passed through the tip of his nose.

On the balcony, the man had long legs crossed, holding a cigarette in his right hand, and a notebook was placed in front of him. The light hit his face, crossing his high nose and thin lips, as if he was dealing with official business. He frowned gently.

He noticed someone approaching, and said softly: Come back.

Jiang Nian sat down next to him, picked up the red wine on the table and took a sip.

As if he thought of something, the man typing his hands paused, but he didn't look at her: Go and take a shower first.

She put down the wine glass and gently approached him: Mr. Yan, don’t you help me wash it?

Yan Yu finally turned his head to look at her, his eyes a little dangerous.

Jiang Nian compromised and stood up and left with his fate.

Seeing her leave, Yan Yu rubbed his eyebrows with long fingers, realizing that he was a little irritable tonight and smoked a lot of cigarettes.

She is just filming, and they shouldn't have such emotions. He is her financial backer, that's all.

But he was uncontrollably reminded of the day when he first met, Jiang Nian pulled his sleeves, his face was messy with tears, and his deer-like eyes were wet. He was obviously panicked, but he tried to speak calmly: Yan Yu, take me away.As if to prove something, Jiang Nian approached him, climbed his neck with his hands and trembled against his lips.

When Jiang Nian came back, Yan Yu had already closed the computer and smoked. She walked over and took the cigarette from his hand and pressed it out: Are you in a bad mood?Is there something wrong with today's experiment?

Yan Yu frowned and looked at her, with a rare trace of anger on his cold face.

Jiang Nian was a little confused for a moment, but Yan Yu reached out to hold her neck and pulled her towards him. His hand was a little cold, and a coldness came from his neck.

He almost pressed against the tip of her nose, and his words were faint: Is his voice hoarse when filming?

He was actually jealous. Jiang Nian felt a little novel and gently supported his face with his hands: You will also be jealous.As he said that, he kissed him gently: That's all work, if Mr. Yan wants to hear it, I can still scream.Do you want it?

Before he finished speaking, the man's kiss fell down fiercely. He thought he could comfort him, but he didn't expect that he seemed to be angry. He had never treated her so rudely before.

Jiang Nian was a little at a loss and responded to his kiss and reached out to unbutton him.

But Yan Yu grabbed his wrist and pulled it away. He looked at Jiang Nian with no desire or anger. He kissed her hard and unbuttoned her button one by one with his hands.

He finally left her lips, looked at her coldly, pulled her bra apart and covered her breasts with his hands.Jiang Nian's eyes were a little panicked and she reached out to push him: Is it okay to go to the house?

Yan Yu's cold voice sounded: What are you afraid of? This is the top floor of the city center.No one can see it.He reached out to take off her lower clothes, and gently brushed her face with his long finger. Looking at her panic expression at the moment, he felt a strange sense of satisfaction, as if he had seen Jiang Nian three years ago.

Jiang Nian spoke, with an undetectable tremor in her tone: Ayu, I don’t want to be outside.

He lowered his head and kissed her, pushed her down on the sofa, and stretched his long finger under her: Why is that wet?

The early autumn wind blew, and the balcony was a little cold. She trembled gently. She was naked, while the man was well dressed, but his collar was slightly wrinkled.

He looked at her condescendingly, the coldness in his eyes was a little dazzling.

The man's hand had entered her and slowly moved.

Um...Ayu... Let's go in, okay?She suppressed the moans that reached her mouth and even brought a plea.

The humiliation at this moment made her clearly realize that Yan Yu wanted to tell her that even if she was already the queen of the film, he was also her financial backer, and she was just an artist he kept.

She tried to get up, but Yan Yu pressed her shoulder and pressed her back on the sofa.

The fingers under her were easy to understand, and the excitement she felt almost unable to suppress the moans to her mouth. She was so ashamed that she almost wanted to cry.

Yan Yu looked at her slightly red cheeks and listened to her suppressed and shallow moan: Why don’t you scream?

He lowered his head and kissed her neck gently, but the movements on his hands became more and more violent: Don’t you like it?

Jiang Nian opened his eyes and looked at him, his eyes turned red. He was stunned for a moment, but Jiang Yu had already climbed up to his neck and pulled him towards her: I like, Ayu.

She began to take the initiative, and even gently shook her waist to agree with him, her lips overflowing with her shorter and shorter moans.

But he pulled out his hand, and Jiang Nian cooperated to reach out to untie his belt, but his hands were a little trembling.

Yan Yu saw the faint tears at the corner of her eyes and reached out to hold her wrist. He suddenly felt his chest was stuffy and realized that he was indeed a little out of control.

He pulled the blanket from the sofa to cover her body and picked her up. Jiang Nian held the blanket and looked up and saw his somewhat cold side face.

Sorry, I just... Yan Yu's voice came from the top of his head. He paused, but in the end he just said: Where do you want to do it?

Jiang Nian pursed her lips: Let's be in the living room.

Yan Yu placed her on the sofa in the living room. She grabbed his wrist and let him sit beside him. The blanket slipped down. She turned over and sat on his lap, leaned forward and kissed him, and reached out to unbutton him.

Yan Yu responded to her kiss, covered her waist and pressed her towards him.

Jiang Nian took off his clothes, held him gently, stroked him a few times, felt Yan Yu's messy breathing, adjusted the angle, and slowly sat down.