She likes it now.

The play was very successful.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that half of the credit goes to the screenwriter, so the actors, directors and audiences all congratulated and complimented Jiang Yang. Even Mr. Zheng from Beijing Art Institute was willing to fall behind, and Li Qingning was also proud of him.

but--

From the end of the play to now, she has truly felt that this man is hers and unique to her.

He could leave him to her and sleep peacefully in the car.

And in other people's cars——

Jiang Yang always subconsciously grasps the ceiling handle while wearing his seat belt.

After driving for a while, we entered the parking lot of the community.

Li Qingning took off his seat belt, then unfastened Jiang Yang's seat belt, and pushed him: "Husband, get out of the car and go home to sleep."

"Um."

Jiang Yang opened his sleepy eyes and didn't want to move. He hugged Li Qingning and wanted to sleep warmly for a while longer.

"good."

Li Qingning asked him to be more agile, "He will soon be a great screenwriter, and he looks a bit like a celebrity."

Jiang Yang: "Then I won't be a celebrity."

Before Li Qingning could speak again, he heard Cantonese: "...What is fame, what is wealth, it is a good feeling, but if I can see you every morning and every night in life, it will be even better. When everything around me is like

Wind, it was you who made me find my roots. I don’t want to leave, I just want to stay low..."

Li Qingning didn't speak anymore, nor did he push Jiang Yang anymore. He listened quietly twice until Jiang Yang's hand tried to touch his buttocks.

Li Qingning hit him and said, "You still have energy. Stop making trouble and go back."

"good."

Jiang Yang sat up straight. After a moment of lingering, he had already woken up.

He just moved his hands now because he was already tired.

They locked the car and got in the elevator. After returning home, they took a quick shower and Jiang Yang fell asleep.

Li Qingning is not very tired.
Chapter completed!