After being on variety shows, I will draw big cakes for the actor

Chapter 179 He Was Catching Me
The boredom just now was suppressed in the corner, and the duplicity of the handsome man was enlarged to the center of the brain.

This clarification was a bit weird and couldn't be described, but it reminded her of a few small details that she had noticed before.

The cool fingertips that Yan Cheng brushed across her palm, the sound of breathing behind her ear, the hand that suddenly grabbed her wrist, the slightly trembling eyelashes when kissing...

Every time I felt something, I looked up, but I could only see his calm expression, as if he was just careless, and she was too suspicious.

Zhong Jiuyin closed the diary and put it aside, leaned halfway on the table with her arms propped up, only seeing Yan Cheng's Weibo.

From the corner of the eye, the uncomfortable diary was left with a black leather cover, no different from an ordinary notebook.

After pondering for a long time, she sent a thank you letter to Yan Cheng.

【Thank you for your help. 】

Yan Cheng replied quickly: 【No thanks.Are you ok? 】

Zhong Jiuyin showed a subtle expression as expected.

Although it was only three simple words, but combined with all his "casual" words and deeds, I can be sure that he must be holding the phone gently and worriedly, anxiously waiting for her answer.

Colleagues once said that there are always traces of Miss Shijia's temptation, don't dare to think about everything, think that whichever is impossible is the greatest possibility.

So Yan Cheng was fishing for her!

So what he said "don't make an appointment when the number of uses is up" were just blunt words, and he must be waiting for her to make an appointment.

Unexpectedly, Yan Cheng was such a person, Zhong Jiuyin looked at the three words "how are you?", as if he was reading an [-]-character confession letter.

She solemnly replied in written language: [There are too many impossibilities between us, are you really sure? 】

Yan Cheng: [? ? ? 】

Yan Cheng: [What new bedside books did you read again, I am not an excerpt of beautiful words and sentences here. 】

Zhong Jiuyin: [I understand. 】

Yan Cheng: 【Obviously you don't understand, but it looks like you're okay.Then you go ahead. 】

Zhong Jiuyin: [Business is an anesthetic and a protective color. I know you don't want me to find out too much, but blindly avoiding it is not the answer. 】

Yan Cheng: [...I can contact your manager if my account has been hacked. 】

Yan Cheng: [Copy and paste everything, it will only hurt you]

Afterwards, he refused to pay any attention to her.

With a "tsk", Zhong Jiuyin dialed the video.

It took Yan Cheng a while to pick it up, but it was still the familiar bed, the lamp, and the tightly pulled bathrobe.

This time he didn't even show his collarbone.

"What? I thought you were busy with hot searches." He asked in a low voice.

Zhong Jiuyin looked at him and said, "Brother Qian said that it is enough for me to participate in a few sentences, and then do something else to relax."

Thinking of what happened in the past two years on her Weibo post, Yan Cheng softened his tone: "Then what do you want to do to relax? Chat?"

"Didn't you say I'll call you if I need anything?" She tilted her head and asked.

Yan Cheng: "Yes. So what help do you need?"

"Need a kiss."

Yan Cheng's expression cracked, and he became expressionless again, gnashing his teeth while speaking.

"I mean serious needs, not sex/needs. I'm not here for a physical needs service."

What do you think of him, a duck you can date with just a phone call?

Zhong Jiuyin opened her eyes wide and denied: "Why do you think so dirty? I just want to kiss, I don't want to do anything else!"

"..." It was his fault, Yan Cheng really wanted to hang up the video and go to sleep, and didn't bother to talk to her.

But he still thinks that she is only in a good mood on the surface now, and he probably feels very uncomfortable in her heart.

After all, whoever encountered those things, after two years of hard work, would not really develop such a joking character.

So he took a deep breath to suppress his speechlessness. After a moment of silence, he looked directly at the screen and said, "It's midnight now."

Zhong Jiuyin understood.

It was too dark for him to come here.

"Yes, then tomorrow."

He didn't nod, but he didn't refuse either. He looked away from the screen and asked her, "Shouldn't you be busy with Guo Mingli's affairs tomorrow? He hasn't responded yet. There are still things to do tomorrow."

She propped her chin, scratched her face with her fingers, and breathed out slowly: "His existence can't always hinder my normal life."

The original owner was too negatively affected by Guo Mingli, and her mental state was not good, but she was different, even if there was a shallow resonance, it would only annoy her for half an hour.

But Yan Cheng misunderstood the meaning, and asked coldly: "Your normal life is to make an appointment with me to kiss? Enjoy it while you see it?"

Zhong Jiuyin said "Hey" and sat up straight: "I only admit the second half of the sentence. Of course my life is not only you."

"..." Yan Cheng had a chest pain, and then blurted out in a flash of excitement, "Then who else is there?"

After speaking, he pressed his lips tightly, and the urge to hang up the phone increased by [-]%.

Zhong Jiuyin couldn't detect the turmoil in his heart, and replied sincerely: "There is still money."

Yan Cheng didn't know whether he should be happy or be speechless, he let out a breath, feeling that he could no longer talk about these dangerous topics.

Rumors about the two of them being in love are flying all over the Internet. For the parties who have no such intentions at all, it is not good to touch this issue through the screen.

So after he was silent, he changed things roughly and asked: "I think your problem is not small. Was the car accident back then really not serious?"

"I've always said it was serious."

Zhong Jiuyin touched the screen, heyed twice, and moved closer to the camera, wanting to whisper.

Yan Cheng thought she was going to tell the truth about the car accident, so he subconsciously approached the phone.

Then she heard her asking in a low voice: "I can't come here in the middle of the night, so can I open up some clothes? Is it necessary to cover up our relationship so tightly?"

"..." Their relationship, what is their relationship?
Yan Cheng stared at her indifferently, wanted to say this sentence, but swallowed it when it came to his mouth.

Forget it, what is there to argue with a prehistoric human being like her.

"Our relationship must be so tightly concealed." He even pressed the collar of the bathrobe a little tighter, making sure that there was no gap for her to see.

Zhong Jiuyin stepped back resentfully, and muttered a word of stinginess.

When she became more honest, Yan Cheng seemed to have found the initiative in the conversation. Leaving aside the ambiguity mixed with the impulse to roll the eyes, he smoothly followed the words just now and asked:

"The car accident was so serious, did you go for a re-examination? I'm sorry to say that you are suffering from severe after-effects of the car accident, and you can't even read all the letters. It is very necessary to go for a re-examination."

Speaking of letters, he remembered the meaning of doi that he explained to her at her house that day. Sometimes Yan Cheng couldn't tell whether she was pretending to be crazy or something really went wrong.

Zhong Jiuyin has always been ambiguous in this regard, and waved his hand and said, "If you have the opportunity, you will definitely go. In your life, you will always forget some memories that are destined not to belong to you. This is normal."

"Don't make it so beautiful that you don't want to learn English."

His cell phone ding-dong rang a message notification tone, Yan Cheng glanced at it and said: "Lu Yishan responded first, your manager should be looking for you. Hang up the phone."

"Oh." She stood still.

Yan Cheng almost forgot that she was addicted to pretending to be a prehistoric human being and couldn't hang up the phone, so he prepared to hang up by himself.

With his hands almost on the screen, Zhong Jiuyin suddenly moved closer, making his fingers almost touch the tip of her nose, and subconsciously curled up.

"So can we kiss tomorrow?" She pressed.

"..." She seemed to really want to kiss, Yan Cheng closed his eyes, and said in a self-defeating manner, "Wait."

Then hang up without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)