Chapter 0648: Calling White Black

It had to be said, Zhao Fusheng underestimated the appeal that Jiang Wen's long-standing image had on girls.

Even Zhou Yun, a very rational girl, could still be a fan, could still judge whether a man was mature and steady, whether he wouldn't lie.

Clearly, when it came to credibility, compared to Jiang Wen, if that guy spoke first, Zhao Fusheng was utterly defeated.

You see, Zhou Yun and Fan Baobao were two completely different people.

Zhou Yun wasn't like Fan Baobao. In fact, after her family's circumstances improved, Fan Baobao's demeanor had also changed somewhat. Under Zhao Fusheng's guidance, she would actively try to get along with others. But Zhou Yun wasn't like that. She wasn't overly warm, but she wouldn't make you feel cold either. When you spoke, you felt she listened attentively. And when she spoke, you felt she was talking directly to you.

If Fan Baobao's way of interacting with others now had a kind of worldly boldness, then Zhou Yun was the type of particularly graceful woman—reserved, measured, and polite.

Just like now, even when she joined Jiang Wen in criticizing Zhao Fusheng, she came across as very gentle, nodding lightly, leaving no room for fault.

This was a habit cultivated by family environment; after all, things like cultivation and temperament reflect a good educational background.

Although Fan Baobao was a good person, it had to be admitted that compared to Zhou Yun, the latter was more like a proper lady, while Fan Baobao was like a lively wild girl.

That's not to say Fan Baobao was bad; it's just that everyone has their own charm—some prefer radishes, others cabbages, each to their own taste.

"I can't be bothered to praise you. I hope you won't regret this later." Zhao Fusheng shot Jiang Wen a glare and said something meaningful.

Jiang Wen looked at Zhao Fusheng strangely: "What did you do last night, you bastard?"

He wasn't stupid; Zhao Fusheng hadn't drunk as much as he had last night, so there must be a trick.

It wasn't that Jiang Wen was a coward; if he had mentally prepared himself for a heroic sacrifice, he would dare to fight to the death. But the problem was, Zhao Fusheng was different from others—he was truly treacherous. Jiang Wen didn't want to end up being toyed with by him one day.

"Did nothing." Zhao Fusheng ignored Jiang Wen and looked at Zhou Yun: "Tell me, Zhou Yun, do you know that yesterday you almost strangled Teacher Jiang Wen to death?"

Zhou Yun was taken aback. Her usually calm face could no longer remain composed, because what Zhao Fusheng said was too shocking—what did he mean by almost strangling Jiang Wen?

"No, no, don't listen to his nonsense." Jiang Wen actually blushed deeply and waved his hands repeatedly.

The more he reacted this way, the more curious Zhou Yun became. She looked at Zhao Fusheng: "What happened?"

"What else? You got drunk and grabbed his neck and wouldn't let go." Zhao Fusheng pointed at Jiang Wen helplessly.

Zhou Yun's face instantly turned red. She hadn't expected that when drunk, she would do something so embarrassing. Now, instead of being calm and composed, she didn't even dare to look at Jiang Wen.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled softly, ignoring the awkward atmosphere between the two, and winked at Jiang Wen: "Teacher Jiang, please tidy up our living room."

With that, he turned and left, not giving Jiang Wen a chance to retort.

"You!"

Jiang Wen's voice twisted; he was almost going crazy, but had no choice. He could only look at Zhou Yun.

"Forget it, he's just like that." Zhou Yun smiled lightly. With Zhao Fusheng gone, the awkwardness between her and Jiang Wen lessened a bit.

Seeing this, Jiang Wen had no choice but to obediently help Zhou Yun clean up the living room.

Zhao Fusheng really intended to use these two as free labor. It served Jiang Wen right; that guy had turned his home into a playground yesterday. If he didn't teach him a lesson, it would be an insult to God.

As it turned out, Zhao Fusheng's decision was wise.

When Fan Baobao got up, the living room had been cleaned spotlessly. Of course, Zhou Yun was still there, but Jiang Wen was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Old Jiang?" Zhao Fusheng asked Zhou Yun curiously.

Zhou Yun shrugged and replied casually: "He had something at the set, so he left first."

"Hmm..." Zhao Fusheng blinked, glanced at Zhou Yun, and said nothing.

Zhou Yun simply turned her head and started talking to Fan Baobao, completely ignoring Zhao Fusheng's teasing gaze.

Zhao Fusheng wasn't angry. He smiled and walked over to the sofa, sat down, and turned on the TV.

Jokes were jokes, but one shouldn't go too far. One must learn to know when to stop; otherwise, even if people usually get along well, they might get upset.

Some people like to joke recklessly with others, regardless of whether the other person minds. If the other person gets angry, they act as if you're being petty and can't take a joke. But conversely, if someone jokes with them, even just a casual remark, they fly into a rage.

Such people really need a gun.

That's right, shove the gun into their mouth, and then they'll behave.

Jiang Wen naturally wasn't that kind of person, nor was Zhou Yun, and Zhao Fusheng even less so.

Zhou Yun and Fan Baobao whispered to each other for a while, then sat down next to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng wasn't surprised. He knew Zhou Yun's personality; it would be strange if she didn't come to talk to him.

"So, any questions?"

Before Zhou Yun could speak, Zhao Fusheng asked first.

Zhou Yun was startled, then smiled: "Looks like you already guessed I'd come to ask you, right?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Among your circle of friends, Jiang Wen and I are the closest. If you don't ask me, are you going to ask someone else?"

Zhou Yun smiled and glanced at Zhao Fusheng, then asked directly: "What do you think of Jiang Wen as a person? Not judging him as an actor or a friend, but from an outsider's perspective."

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng frowned: "You shouldn't ask me this question; you should ask someone else."

"No, you're the smartest person I know. I think asking you is right." Zhou Yun shook her head stubbornly.

In her impression, there had never been a peer as precocious as Zhao Fusheng. While others still had their sights set on campus, Zhao Fusheng had already completed the transition from student to professional advertising planner.

Fan Baobao was her best friend, and precisely because of that, Zhou Yun had a more comprehensive understanding of Zhao Fusheng. He could plan advertisements, had the best ideas in his head, and could even write songs and scripts, rubbing shoulders with big stars like Jiang Wen and Yu Feihong. Fan Baobao might not notice, but in the eyes of others, her boyfriend was nothing short of a genius.

And now, Zhou Yun felt she needed this genius youth to give her some advice.