My Best Actor Ex-Husband and I Became A Role-Model Couple

Seeing Jiang Anzhi brushing his hair obediently, Feng Lanchu went to take a bath in peace.

It was so embarrassing just now!

Feng Lan turned her pretended calmness into a mouthful of stale air and let it out.

Obviously, she already has a baby, so there is nothing to be ashamed of, Feng Lanchu complained that she had never seen the big world.

Thinking of An Zhi's silent retreat to the bathroom, Feng Lanchu suddenly realized that perhaps she was not the only one who was shy!

Just because he is the film king, he used his acting skills to get away with it! No, strictly speaking, his acting skills just now can only be called lame, which easily exposed him.

Thinking of this, Feng Lanchu no longer struggled, and quickly took a battle bath.

Needless to say, this room is still exactly the same as at home.

An Zhi had dried his hair and was sitting on the bed reading the script. The thick script had a white cover, and she couldn't see what was written in tiny print.

Seeing Feng Lan first come out, An Zhi put the script in his hand on the bedside.

"A new movie?" Feng Lanchu friendly established diplomatic relations.

"Um."

Now he has no shortage of scripts, and basically every male lead in a film project hopes to be him.

Brother Xiao Chen will lead the team to screen first, and finally Jiang Anzhi will get the best products, most of them are high-quality ones. He only needs to choose the ones he is interested in, and he is still in the stage of reading the script.

"Does your injury still hurt?"

Hearing this, Jiang Anzhi blinked his eyes.

"pain."

Hearing him talk about pain so readily, Feng Lanchu narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

Receiving her question, Jiang Anzhi slightly hooked his lips, and stretched his brows and eyes: "It really hurts."

Feng Lanchu casually picked up a pillow and hit Jiang Anzhi.

"It hurts your head, sleep!"

Jiang Anzhi coughed for a while with a smirk.

Seeing him coughing, Feng Lanchu became suspicious: "How about I stew a pear with rock sugar right away?"

After finishing speaking, she got up and got out of bed, but Jiang Anzhi pushed her back on the bed.

"sleep early."

"But……"

"You are more symptomatic than Bingtang Sydney."

Jiang Anzhi said as he gently kissed her cheek with his lips.

"!!!" Feng Lanchu's eyes widened, wait, she...has worked so hard to come here, not for the sake of dedicating her life for thousands of miles.

Feng Lan used her hand to cover Jiang Anzhi's face

"You shouldn't do strenuous exercise right now!"

Jiang An hesitated, turned his head slightly to avoid her hand, and said profoundly:

"...It doesn't matter if it's violent."

"..." Feng Lan was at a loss for words at the beginning, does An Zhi have this style? It seems a bit broken!

They have been married for three years. Except for the in-depth physical communication on the wedding night in the bridal chamber, they have always maintained the independence of each country and never interfered in internal affairs.

But since the recording of the variety show, the relationship between the two has rapidly warmed up. Jiang Anzhi, who usually pulls his wrists the most, has intensified. Kissing and hugging have almost become the norm.

"I guess... there is no condom at home?"

Feng Lanchu asked again.

"..."

Jiang Anzhi raised his eyebrows and cursed in a low voice.

Really do not have!

Jiang Anzhi leaned over and bit her lip with gloomy eyes, and ruthlessly stirred it until Feng Lanchu also started coughing and finally stopped.

He suppressed his voice and said, "Tomorrow...it won't stop."

After finishing speaking, he hugged Feng Lanchu into his arms, sighed regretfully and closed his eyes.

Pillow Feng Lanchu "..."

Early the next morning, Jiang Anzhi, who hadn't slept soundly for a long time, woke up leisurely.

The person in his hand turned into a cold pillow, Jiang Anzhi glanced at the pillow in his hand, and threw it aside in disgust.

Every time he wakes up early, he comes to steal the trick of turning the dragon into a phoenix. Does he really think he doesn't know?

...

Someone who thought he had successfully comforted Jiang Anzhi with a pillow was busy in the kitchen. The soft and glutinous white porridge was bubbling, and the red and bright yellow mustard was put into the hot oil for a copy, and it was instantly crispy and fragrant.

Hearing the sound of a shutter behind him, Feng Lanchu turned around and saw Jiang Anzhi holding the camera.

The moment she looked back, she pressed her white and slender fingertips to freeze the picture.

The woman in the kitchen has fluffy hair pulled back lazily, almond eyes, peach cheeks, cherry lips slightly parted, white T-shirt and gray apron.