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Chapter 382 "Ghost Blows Out the Light" and "American Dreams in China"

March 23, 6:30 a.m.

When Fu Yibai woke up, his left arm was being used as a pillow by Jiang Yan, and his right arm was wrapped around Liu Yan's waist.

Two women curled up on either side of him, their breathing even and deep.

Jiang Yan buried her face in his shoulder, her eyelashes fluttering occasionally, as if she were dreaming.

Liu Yan's legs were draped over his, and the straps of her nightgown slipped down to her arms, revealing a section of her fair shoulder.

He gently pulled his arm out from under Jiang Yan's head. She gave a muffled hum and turned over to continue sleeping.

Liu Yan woke up, opened her eyes, glanced at him, smiled slightly, and then closed them again.

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

When Liu Yan came out of the bathroom, she was already in the kitchen.

The butter sizzled in the pan, and the egg whites were fried until the edges were golden and crispy.

"Is Xiaoyan still sleeping?"

Fu Yibai sat down at the dining table.

"Yeah, I was exhausted last night."

Liu Yan scooped the fried egg into a plate, placed it in front of him, and poured him a glass of hot milk.

"You too, you don't hold back at all."

"You've already been very restrained."

Fu Yibai picked up the milk and took a sip.

"Hmph. You're nothing but an animal."

Next time I'll bring a few more of my girlfriends and really squeeze you dry.

Liu Yan kissed him on the cheek, then turned around and went to fry eggs again.

At 9:50 a.m., Kong Sheng arrived at the Chenxi Building on time with two assistants.

When Guo Zhenni led the people into the conference room, Fu Yibai was already sitting inside reviewing the director's statement that they had sent in advance.

"Director Fu, my idea is to increase the proportion of location shooting as much as possible, and only use studio shooting as a necessary supplement."

Kong Sheng spread several photos on the table.

"The texture in these areas cannot be replicated using a green screen."

Fu Yibai picked up a photograph.

The dilapidated rammed earth city wall stands on the Gobi Desert, and the setting sun shines through the cracks in the wall, casting golden-red streaks of light on the ground.

"Can."

He put the photo back.

"The budget for shooting on location will be much higher."

"We've calculated it, and it'll probably cost an extra twelve million."

But the results are absolutely worth the price.

"What did President Wang say?"

"Mr. Wang hasn't looked at this proposal yet. He said he wanted me to show it to you first."

"I approved it."

Fu Yibai closed the director's statement.

"You will coordinate with Wang Peng to carry out the specific tasks."

What are your thoughts on the cast?

"I've seen Pan Yueming's audition clip for Hu Bayi, and he's very suitable."

Fatty Wang has decided on Jiang Chao, no problem.

Shirley Yang…

Kong Sheng paused for a moment.

"Guo Zhenni's temperament is a good match for Shirley Yang."

She is aloof, capable, and possesses a certain detachment.

Fu Yibai gave Kong Sheng a meaningful look, but did not expose him.

Regardless of whether Guo Zhenni's image is suitable for Shirley Yang, this role belongs to her.

If viewers are dissatisfied after the broadcast, bring out the original author and make them endorse Guo Zhenni.

In any case, as long as the quality of the work is good, the controversy surrounding the actors will always be overshadowed by the plot and production quality.

At 2 PM, the production meeting for "American Dreams in China" was held.

Chen Kexin got straight to the point, discussing the cast and filming style.

The three lead actors, Huang Xiaoming, Deng Chao, and Chen Xiao, sat opposite each other, listening attentively.

At six o'clock in the evening, Fu Yibai left the company, and Guo Zhenni drove Fu Yibai to Tang Yan's house.

"Mr. Fu..."

"Um?"

"I'm about to start filming, shouldn't we issue a notice and find a new assistant?"

"…"

Are you going to handle this?

"May I?"

"Of course, no problem."

The car stopped in front of Tang Yan's house.

After Fu Yibai and Guo Zhenni kissed goodbye, they got out of the car.

The doorbell rang twice, and the door opened.

Tang Yan was wearing a pink chiffon nightgown, her graceful curves faintly visible beneath the fabric.

She stood barefoot inside the doorway, slightly turned to the side, her hair still damp from her shower, a sweet fragrance wafting gently with her movements.

"I've been waiting for you for ages."

Tang Yan reached out and grabbed Fu Yibai's tie, gently leading him into the house.

The door closed behind me, shutting out the outside world.

Tang Yan stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around Fu Yibai's neck, and pressed her lips directly against his.

The kiss was sweet and soft, and the two entangled as they moved to the living room. Tang Yan's nightgown slipped down, revealing her fair and voluptuous body.

Fu Yibai supported her waist and placed her on the sofa armrest. She breathed slightly, her fingertips tracing the buttons of his shirt, her voice filled with laughter.

"Eat first, or eat me first?"

The steak on the table had gone cold, but the red wine had just been decanted.

Neither of them paid any attention to the food. Tang Yan straddled his lap, kissing him as she unbuckled his belt.

Fu Yibai's hand slipped inside the thin gauze, his palm pressed against her smooth back, feeling her slight trembling.

The air was filled with the warm, ambiguous scent of red wine mixed with shower gel.

The gentle rhythm gradually turned into a rapid rise and fall, from the sofa to the bed, from the bed to the bathroom. Tang Yan's voice echoed intermittently in the room, sometimes soft, sometimes loud, and sometimes rising uncontrollably.

Afterwards, Tang Yan lay limply on the bed, her breathing gradually becoming calmer from its initial rapid pace.

She turned to her side, resting her head on Fu Yibai's chest, with her legs draped over him.

"Dinner's all cold."

"Then we won't eat. Weren't you full?"

Fu Yibai played with Xiao Tangyan and asked with a wicked smile.

"Hate!"

Tang Yan squeezed her legs tightly against him.

"Looks like you haven't eaten enough."

Fu Yibai rolled over and pinned Tang Yan down again.

"I'm full, I'm full."

Tang Yan begged for mercy repeatedly, but Fu Yibai did not let her go and launched another attack.