pjbooks Chapter 600 A Warm Day with Scarlett
Chapter 600 A Warm Day with Scarlett
While Scarlett was busy at the stove, Fu Yibai leaned back on the sofa and scrolled through messages on his phone.
In the family group chat, Yang Mi posted a set of candid photos taken during the filming of "Running Man" in Spain. In the photos, Deng Chao and Huang Bo were squatting in a square in Madrid feeding pigeons.
Fan Binbin posted a photo of himself and Li Dabai sitting side by side on a sofa, both of them with noticeably protruding bellies.
Fan Binbin captioned the post "Two balls," and Li Dabai followed with a facepalm emoji.
Twenty minutes later, two plates of pasta were placed on the table.
After dinner, Fu Yibai took the initiative to clear the dishes, while Scarlett nestled on the living room sofa, scrolling through Netflix's movie list with the remote control. She swiped through the newly released movies and TV series several times, finally stopping at an old movie—Casablanca.
"Look at this?"
"OK."
Fu Yibai took two bottles of beer from the refrigerator and sat down next to Scarlett.
The moment Ingrid Bergman's face appeared on the screen, Scarlett uttered a soft sigh.
"She is so beautiful."
She leaned on Fu Yibai's shoulder, picked up a beer bottle, and clinked it against his.
The two snuggled together and watched the entire movie. Scarlett commented on Rick's behavioral logic three times, Ilsa's dilemma twice, and the comedic effect of the French policeman once.
Fu Yibai listened most of the time, occasionally chiming in with a word or two. The sounds of the two chatting and the dialogue from the movie blended together, creating a particularly comfortable atmosphere in the dimly lit living room.
It was almost 11 o'clock when the movie ended.
Scarlett placed the empty beer bottle on the coffee table, turned around and straddled Fu Yibai's lap, cupping his face in her hands.
"Annie's not here, you're mine tonight."
Her kiss carried the slight bitterness of hops and the lingering aroma of tomato and basil.
Fu Yibai supported her waist, and Scarlett's fingers began to unbutton his shirt, her movements unhurried and deliberate.
The temperature in the living room continued to rise.
The lights of Beverly Hills flickered in the distance outside the window, and a thin layer of mist condensed on the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The two rolled from the sofa onto the carpet, and then from the carpet onto the master bedroom bed on the second floor.
Scarlett channeled all the longing she had accumulated over the past few months into action tonight.
At 2 a.m., Scarlett finally calmed down.
She nestled in Fu Yibai's arms, her short golden hair damp with sweat and plastered to her forehead.
Her breathing gradually calmed down, and her fingers rested on Fu Yibai's chest, unconsciously tracing circles on his collarbone.
Will you still be there tomorrow?
Scarlett's voice was muffled, with the hoarseness characteristic of someone who has just reached orgasm.
"Yes, I'll leave the day after tomorrow."
"That means there's one more day."
She looked up and gently bit his chin, leaving a shallow tooth mark.
"Then let's continue tomorrow."
The next morning, when Fu Yibai woke up, Scarlett was no longer in bed.
He put on his pajama bottoms and went downstairs, where the aroma of fried eggs and butter wafted from the open kitchen.
Scarlett stood in front of the stove, wearing his white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her forearms, scooping an egg out of the frying pan.
Two glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice and a plate of cut fruit were already set on the table.
"morning."
Scarlett turned her head and glanced at him, a smile playing on her lips.
She brought two plates of fried egg sandwiches to the table and sat down opposite Fu Yibai.
The two of them ate breakfast facing each other.
They didn't go anywhere all day.
In the morning, we watched an old movie on the sofa in the living room. Scarlett was leaning against him, and a blanket covered both of their legs.
He cooked steak for lunch, and Scarlett took a picture of him wearing an apron across the table with her phone, saying it was a "one-of-a-kind" photo.
In the afternoon, the two of them sunbathed on lounge chairs by the pool. While applying sunscreen, Scarlett talked about several scripts she had recently read, criticizing the boring characters and perfunctory lines with sharp and accurate critiques.
On the morning of January 15, Fu Yibai's car was parked in front of the villa.
Scarlett, wearing a bathrobe, saw him to the door, straightened his collar, and tiptoed to kiss him on the lips.
"Don't wait so long next time."
"it is good."
Fu Yibai got into the car and glanced at Scarlett standing at the door through the car window.
She stood barefoot on the doormat and gently waved to him.
The car drove out of the bend in Beverly Hills.
The morning light faded outside the car window, traffic on the highway gradually thickened, and the morning light spread from above the mountains to the east, turning the entire Los Angeles basin into a golden hue.
More than ten hours later, at Beijing Capital International Airport.
When Fu Yibai came out through the VIP channel, Zhang Xinyu was already waiting at the exit.
"Mr. Fu, you must be tired from your journey."
Fu Yibai nodded and followed her to the parking lot. After getting in the car, Zhang Xinyu, as usual, began to report on the work arrangements for the next few days.
The fine cut of "The Wandering Earth" is 70% complete, and Lao Zhou said that the final cut will be delivered by the end of this month.
Pre-production for Zhang Yimou's "Coming Home" is progressing as planned, and the actors' contracts have already been signed.
Filming for the Spanish special season of "Running Man" will wrap up tomorrow, and Yang Mi and the others will return to China the day after tomorrow.