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

Wei Weiran left in a hurry.

The family of three began to pack their luggage, and Jiang Anzhi carried the two large suitcases to the master bedroom by himself.

The master bedroom is a 2.5m custom-made large bed. What Wei Weiran pursues is to make the guests feel at home, and even let the guests enjoy the ultimate luxury that they don't want to leave when they arrive, so this room is really extremely luxurious.

Feng Lanchu is very satisfied with the bed, the bed is so wide, Young Master Jiang can dance casually!

Although it was cold outside, the whole area of ​​the house was heated, and it was hot and sweaty in a short while.

Feng Lanchu took off Jiang Che's coat, put on a small sweat towel, and was busy packing her luggage. It took a while to notice that Jiang Anzhi by the bed was not in a good mood.

"What's the matter?" While Jiang Che was looking at the snow through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Feng Lanchu moved closer to Jiang Anzhi's side.

Jiang Anzhi was fiddling with his photography equipment, this time he only brought an action camera and a full-frame camera with a 15-105 focal length.

Seeing Feng Lanchu approaching, Jiang Anzhi just gave her a cool look and continued to fiddle with the machine with his head down.

Feng Lan has been with Jiang Anzhi for a long time at the beginning, and he is more and more able to appreciate his gentle temper. Uncle Jiang's mood swings do not fluctuate much. Others always think that he has a good temper and is a good gentleman. In fact, this guy is naive and has his own little temper. Proud.

Now it must be because of something awkward, Feng Lan thought about the series just now, and finally boiled it down to a possibility.

"Hey, you won't be jealous, will you?"

"Hmm." Jiang Anzhi pursed his lips, admitting it generously.

"Pfft." Feng Lanchu lay on his lap amusedly, raised her head and turned her eyes into the moon: "Wei Weiran is a good buddy of me and Mingming, you mustn't get it wrong."

"A good buddy can't be jealous?" Jiang Anzhi put the camera on the bed, and rubbed her head with his long and slender hands. After a while, her docile and smooth hair became a mess.

Feng Lanchu leaned back speechlessly, dodging his attack: "It's very troublesome to comb your hair in winter, do you know that static electricity will hurt your hair?"

Jiang Anzhi lazily half-lyed on the big bed, looking at her: "Knowing that your hair is hurt, you still let others touch your head."

"Oh my god." Feng Lan was stunned at the beginning: "Do you want to eat this kind of vinegar?"

Finally figuring out why Uncle Jiang was sulking, it shocked her.

"According to your thinking, wouldn't I have been pissed off a long time ago?"

"?" Jiang An's face was puzzled.

"You have made so many movies, and you have fallen in love with all kinds of heroines. Do you think I will be pissed off?"

"Mr. Xiaofeng didn't do his homework well." Jiang Anzhi gently lifted his slender legs, and lifted Feng Lanchu who was squatting on all fours, slightly raised his faint eyes, and slightly parted his thin lips:

"An Zhi never accepts intimate scenes, and the kiss scenes are borrowed positions. Everyone in the industry knows, only my wife doesn't know."

Especially after getting married, there are very few scenes of holding hands and hugging, and the close-ups of stand-ins are all used for the ones that can't be rejected.

It's a pity that he worked hard, and someone never paid attention to him, just looking at the marketing account to spread rumors and questioning him, alas!

Feng Lan, who was knocked to the ground without noticing it for a moment, was stunned for a moment, but the floor was warm, and it was comfortable to burn her buttocks, so she simply sat cross-legged on the floor and continued to chat with Jiang Anzhi about "eating jealousy".

"Nonsense, I'm obviously very magnanimous, even if I'm like you, it's worth getting angry."

Jiang Anzhi raised his eyebrows, did he just forget about the divorce agreement throwing him in the face?

Feng Lanchu held out her finger guiltily and shook it, these are two different things.

Jiang Che glanced at the couple by the window, and walked up to them with his hands behind his back in an old-fashioned way.

"Can we just pack up and go out and play?"