My Ex-husband Asked Me to Remarry Him Every Day
Chapter 361 - 358: How Can I Kiss You If You Close Your Mouth?

Chapter 361: Chapter 358: How Can I Kiss You If You Close Your Mouth?

The entire crew erupted in cheers.

A movie had come to an end, just like a person’s life journey concluding.

Over these six months, every actor and crew member had poured in immense hard work.

Thinking that everything had stopped here, Xu Anfeng’s face also showed a rare smile, "Qiao Xi, congratulations!"

Qiao Xi smiled faintly, "Congratulations to you too, Teacher Xu."

They shook hands amiably.

At this time, the crew was busy dismantling the set and packing up the equipment, bustling and lively.

"Xi Bao."

Just then, Boss Shen came over with a bunch of flowers.

He stood tall and graceful, his noble bearing and lazy arrogance made him stand out conspicuously.

His gaze was intensely focused on one person.

As if aside from her, his eyes had room for no one else.

Qiao Xi met his affectionate peach-blossom eyes, and a layer of smiles touched the corners of her eyes and brows.

He held in his arms a bouquet of bright red roses, still dripping with water; where he got them from was anyone’s guess.

But Boss Shen always had a way.

"Congratulations on wrapping up."

Shen Dang ruffled her hair.

"You’ve worked hard."

Qiao Xi took the flowers, flashing him a grateful smile: "Thank you."

The flowers were a pleasant surprise.

Shen Dang, seeing the smile on her face, relaxed his brows, his tone lazy: "Let’s go home."

Qiao Xi nodded, "Okay."

Shen Dang took Qiao Xi’s hand, turned his head to look at Xu Anfeng, and pulled out a business card from his pocket, lazily saying, "This is my card, if Mr. Xu is interested in signing with GK, you can call the number on it."

Qiao Xi: "..."

She hadn’t expected Xu Anfeng to actually take the card.

"Thank you, President Shen."

"Let’s go."

Shen Dang gave Qiao Xi’s palm a little scratch and led her away.

If Qiao Xi remembered correctly, Xu Anfeng was with a talent agency.

She glanced down, "Boss Shen, are you trying to poach someone?"

Shen Dang’s expression was nonchalant: "His contract with the current agency is almost up. I’m not poaching; I’m offering him an opportunity."

"You knew that?"

Oh, this sly fox had actually gone to great lengths to find out.

She had thought his only activities here for a while were sticking to her, pestering her, and deliberately annoying her.

Turns out, he was still taking care of business.

Shen Dang’s smile was breezy: "He’s got good acting skills."

GK already had a film king Jiang Yongge, maybe they could have another with Xu Anfeng.

Film kings, the more the merrier.

As long as they bring in money for the company.

"I think so too." Qiao Xi looked at him sideways and clicked her tongue, "Boss Shen has good taste."

"Of course."

He sounded quite proud.

Qiao Xi smirked, "...you’re proud?"

"I can’t be proud?" A hint of amusement flashed in Shen Dang’s eyes, "How could I have found such a wonderful girlfriend if my taste wasn’t good?"

Qiao Xi: "..."

Is that related?

Qiao Xi clicked her tongue again, "That’s a good line, but don’t use it again."

"Why?"

"Because you ignored me at first." Qiao Xi smiled, "If you had good taste, how could that happen?"

"..."

Boss Shen was caught in a bind.

Suddenly, he realized that when women start digging into the past, they can go very far back.

"I was wrong."

Boss Shen’s attitude towards admitting his fault was always proactive.

Qiao Xi: "..."

Shen Dang leaned close to her ear, deliberately breathing out, "Then I’ll make it up to you tonight."

Innocent words.

But when they came from him, they were tinged with an ambiguous air, subtly seductive.

Qiao Xi’s thoughts were drawn along, and she envisioned some unclean scenes.

Annoyed, she said sternly: "No need, it’s been so long, I don’t care about it anymore."

Moreover, she hadn’t had any particular feelings for Shen Dang at that time.

Their initial relationship was both equal and unequal.

The boundaries were clearly drawn between them.

Until they both felt a kind of heart-pulsing signal, which led this once mistaken relationship back to equal footing.

"That won’t do." Shen Dang became suddenly stubborn, his voice calm: "I was blind before, and that wasted a lot of time. I now regret it dearly, so I must make it up to you properly."

Was this compensation even serious?

Qiao Xi was amused by his words and rolled her eyes at him, "Don’t even try."

She walked on ahead, shaking off his hand.

Shen Dang chuckled, strode after her and said, leaning over, "I’m serious."

"...shut up!"

"If I shut up, how can I kiss you?" Shen Dang’s eyebrows lifted, an air of indolent elegance emerging: "How can I make it up to you?"

Qiao Xi: "..."

She knew the compensation wasn’t proper!

Qiao Xi quickened her pace.

Shen Dang grabbed her wrist, gave a gentle tug, and pulled her into his embrace.

Qiao Xi hadn’t recovered yet when her lips felt a touch of warmth.

The trees swaying in the wind around them bore witness to their entangled, inseparable kiss.

...

Qiao Xi followed Shen Dang onto the Shen family’s private jet.

The cabin was opulent, furnished with sofas, leather chairs, and TVs – all the amenities.

The master suite they were in even had a large bed and bathroom, the epitome of luxury.

This was something not all wealthy people could brag about.

Qiao Xi looked around, her gaze finally resting on Shen Dang, complex: "Is this plane yours?"

Shen Dang laughed quietly, toying with her hand: "What are you thinking? It’s not mine; it belongs to the Shen family."

"Isn’t what belongs to the Shen family yours?"

"It was acquired by Grandfather; I’m not into that stuff."

Shen Dang, with his typically arrogant demeanor, poured two glasses of red wine, sounding nonchalant: "I used to think this thing was all show and no substance. Now, suddenly it seems quite useful. If you like, I could get one too."

Qiao Xi: "..."

Typical Boss Shen, able to say such bold and awe-inspiring words.

Shen Dang took a sip of wine, and as Qiao Xi watched the bob of his Adam’s apple, his jawline to his neck had the fluid, perfect contours that fulfilled a woman’s every fantasy about a man.

Every move he made exuded a charisma unlike anyone else’s.

Qiao Xi diverted her gaze from his throat, her voice subdued: "Did you come here on a private plane last time too?"

"Hmm."

Shen Dang pushed a glass of wine toward her with an ambiguous meaning: "Drink?"

Bei Bei was also on the plane.

It was her first time on such a thing; she was nearly beside herself with excitement.

"Zhou Ge, come help me take some photos; I need to record this historic moment!"

Zhou Ge: "..."

Zhou Ge helplessly took her phone and randomly snapped a few pictures.

"Done."

"Let me see."

Bei Bei scrolled through the photos, suddenly her eyes widened: "Zhou Ge! What is this you’ve taken, look!"

She was furious!

Zhou Ge looked at her: "What’s the problem?"

"You made me look like I weigh 130!

Bei Bei was ready to clash with him!

Zhou Ge, seeing her charge like a toothless little lioness, simply held her forehead with one hand and said: "Stop it, don’t disturb Miss Qiao and Boss Shen."