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

Chapter 227 Something is wrong

The next day, when Sister Xu heard that Zhong Jiuyin was coming, she showed a surprised expression.

"No way, I was interrupted by the elders, and I have to make up for it today?"

As if he couldn't see her surprise, Yan Cheng quietly packed his things, and said calmly, "She said she wanted to come and see me off."

"Really?" Sister Xu was skeptical, Zhong Jiuyin didn't look like a sticky person.

They are going abroad to film a movie, not to settle down abroad, and they will come back in a few days, so there is no need to be so reluctant.

After Yan Cheng said that sentence, he was speechless, he packed his things by himself, and carefully wiped the small objects that needed to be wiped clean.

Sister Xu took a second look, and found that he had cleaned up the table lamp that had been used for many years, smoothed the curved arc, and was surprisingly patient.

A look is in a good mood.

Sister Xu showed the original expression, saying that Zhong Jiuyin wanted to come and see him off, making it seem that Zhong Jiuyin was very reluctant to part with him, but in fact he was reluctant to part with others.

She didn't tell the truth, she made preparations and planned to leave.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Jiuyin happened to come to the door at this time.

As soon as the door opened, the people outside pressed Yan Cheng and kissed passionately on the door panel.

With a babble, the voice was so loud that sister Xu could hear it clearly.

... Now she somewhat believed that Zhong Jiuyin really hated Yan Cheng. Hearing this sound, she loved him very hard.

It was only after Zhong Jiuyin finished kissing that she saw Sister Xu was there, she paused for two seconds, and greeted her as if nothing had happened.

"Hello, Miss Xu."

Sister Xu glanced at Yan Cheng, he still had that indifferent expression on his face, as if he wasn't the one who was kissed just now.

It turned out that their way of getting along was like this, which was really unexpected.

"You're here," Sister Xu walked away tactfully, "Then you can do whatever you want, I'll go first. That, Yan Cheng, don't get caught on camera."

"Yeah." Yan Cheng had put his hand on the doorknob, ready to close the door when she went out.

Sister Xu left angrily.

As soon as she left, the two of them got entangled.

Yan Cheng's hand was still closing the door, and the other hand followed Zhong Jiuyin's movements to wrap around her waist.

When the kiss was hard to part, doubts flashed in Yan Cheng's mind.

Do normal couples have such intense kisses?
Is it normal for someone to have an intense relationship when they have just fallen in love and they haven't figured it out yet, and they haven't planned on going to the next step, just staying in the kissing stage, so lip to lip can quench their thirst?

He opened his eyes to look at Zhong Jiuyin, and met her bright eyes.

People don't have as many emotional analyzes as he does. Kissing is kissing. If you kiss enough, you don't necessarily think about life.

Like an animal, there is nothing else in life except satisfying one's own survival needs.

Zhong Jiuyin didn't know what he was complaining about in his heart, she liked to see Yan Cheng's trembling eyelashes, and she basically kept her eyes open when kissing.

The kiss quenched his thirst, Zhong Jiuyin let go of him, and touched his lips with the object in his hand.

"Multiple wine, very good."

She bought it from an old couple on the way. Seeing that there were a lot of boiled fruits in it, she thought it was very interesting and thought about buying it for Yan Cheng to taste.

The things are not expensive, and the packaging is very simple, but she didn't pay attention to these, she just wanted him to taste the drink that she thought was delicious.

Yan Cheng looked at her, and took a sip of her hand.

The weather in November is already quite cold. Drinking a sip of mulled wine will warm you from your throat to your limbs.

His heart was also softened as if warmed by mulled wine, and the complaints just now disappeared in an instant.

Zhong Jiuyin is a unique person who is hard not to love, he thought.

From the first day she met on the show, she never treated him or Ai Yuanyuan differently because of her status, fame, or current situation.

He wasn't even cautious because he had the lowest reputation, and he was generous to everyone.

From the comparison, it is easy to see that although Ai Yuanyuan is working hard to perform, she is always afraid of saying the wrong thing when facing him, and she is more willing to team up with Yuan Yi and the others, as if being in a group with people in the same situation can make her feel safe.

Zhong Jiuyin is different. She is really like a willful and unrestrained Jianghu person. She doesn't need to rely on cuddling to increase her sense of security. Similarly, she doesn't need to express her love with gorgeous and expensive things.

She never shows vacillating, low self-esteem and restrained attitude, and expresses her feelings straightforwardly and passionately, probably like a prairie eagle who dares to let people make a lifelong promise with her after picking off a flower...

Why is he puking himself again? Yan Cheng closed his eyes and calmed down his slightly accelerated heartbeat.

"How did you think of buying this?" he asked.

Zhong Jiuyin watched him finish drinking, took another sip himself, and said, "I heard it's delicious, so I bought it and tasted it. Didn't you say that you can't come to the door empty-handed for a date?"

"Buy it for me or for yourself?"

Zhong Jiuyin glanced at him: "Is there any difference? I can't drink the one I bought for you?"

Yan Cheng also seemed to feel that his question was inexplicable, and frowned.

She pressed her fingers between his brows.

"I've wanted to say it a long time ago. Every time you frown, it looks like... like that. Let me think about it, like Xizi holds her heart and the beauty frowns."

Yan Cheng: "...if you don't know how to use metaphors, don't use them."

She shrugged, handed him the mulled wine, and looked at the packed luggage in the living room.

"When are you leaving tomorrow?"

"What, you want to see me off?"

"You think too much."

"...nine o'clock."

Zhong Jiuyin nodded to show that he understood: "Then let me say something first."

Yan Cheng: "I'm not going to die, I don't need it."

But speaking of this stalk, he thought of her mother again.

"Auntie wants to stay and take care of you?"

"You said Ms. Zhong Yan, no, I don't need anyone to take care of me." Zhong Jiuyin found a place to sit down by herself.

Yan Cheng paused, then asked in a low voice, "You two don't have a good relationship?"

"It's okay, it's a normal relationship." She skipped it and waved to him.

"Come here and I'll tell you something."

Yan Cheng walked over: "What...um..."

Zhong Jiuyin hooked his neck and leaned back, dragged him down like tearing a gold coin sticker on a show, then turned around flexibly, lay on him, and felt it.

"It's really a bit comfortable. I couldn't sleep last night. It's pretty good to think back to the feeling of being tired and lying on your body."

She pinched her fists under her chin and talked to him with her head up on her stomach, winking with her eyes.

Yan Cheng couldn't take it anymore, he stuck his hands under her armpits, and dragged her up abruptly, looking at each other, he said softly:
"Didn't you want to kiss all night?"

That means, I'm right here, dear.

They're just not normal, they're going to burst out wanting kisses like this.

Zhong Jiuyin kissed him passionately, and even held his face in his hands.

The scar on his wrist rubbed against his jaw, and Yan Cheng suddenly remembered that something was wrong.

He just analyzed that Zhong Jiuyin is a person with a strong heart and does not need others to give her a sense of security, which is completely opposite to her previous situation.

He had recently read some books about depressed patients, how it is possible for someone who is depressed to commit suicide to be so different in just a few months.

It's so different, it's as if the Zhong Jiuyin in the past and the present Zhong Jiuyin are torn apart.

Not like the same person.

(End of this chapter)