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

During the night video with Yan Cheng, Zhong Jiuyin happened to carefully fold the printed paper in half and stuff it into the diary.

The angle of the mobile phone was very tricky, Yan Cheng could only see her flipping through the books and put things down, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Zhong Jiuyin said casually, "Diary."

Yan Cheng paused for a while, then asked in a subtle tone, "Are you still writing a diary?"

"Weird?"

"It's a bit." She wrote a diary, probably as unimaginable as Zhang Fei and Dai Hua.

He asked one more question: "What do you write in your diary?"

"secret."

Zhong Jiuyin stuffed the paper and looked at Yan Cheng on the screen, who seemed a little curious, and asked him, "Want to hear it? I can read a few words that are not so important."

"Okay, read it." Yan Cheng has been worried about her emotions recently, and it would be best to distract her.

For some reason, he subconsciously felt that Feng Qing's public execution was not the final outcome of this matter, and her reaction should be the key point.

Yan Cheng looked at the person on the screen who was looking down at the book, and waited for her to raise her head before looking away.

Zhong Jiuyin flipped through several pages, and when she saw a certain paragraph on one of the pages, she frowned, and that was it.

She cleared her throat and said, "Listen, it's about you."

"Is it related to me?" Yan Cheng leaned close to the screen to listen, his eyes half-downcast as if he was obedient, but the feeling he brought was completely opposite.

He is obviously a cool-looking person, but his usual actions are inexplicably...astringent.

"Didn't you want to read it?" Yan Cheng didn't hear the voice for a long time, stepped back a little, stared at the screen and asked.

"Right away." She picked up the diary as if nothing happened.

"I read it—"

"Yan Cheng's mouth is really easy to kiss, his Adam's apple is second, and his collarbone is third."

"..." The corners of Yan Cheng's mouth twitched, "That's all you wrote in your diary?"

"Of course there are others."

Yan Cheng heaved a sigh of relief and continued to listen.

She read again: "The place where you can't kiss, feels good, and the body is the best capital of a man."

"It's pink~"

"..." Yan Cheng wanted to hang up the phone for a moment, thinking that he was buried in the snow overnight.

He rested his forehead and closed his eyes, and didn't speak for a long time.

Zhong Jiuyin closed the diary and said: "About you, that's all I can read to you. Alas, I haven't written down the last experience, otherwise I can read a few more sentences to you."

"Otherwise, I'll write it now, and read it to you as I write it, so that you won't miss it."

She really looked for a pen to start writing, Yan Cheng's eyelids were twitching, he took a deep breath and said, "I didn't think about it, you don't have to be so thoughtful."

But she has already started writing.

Recalling what happened that night, she had a lot of emotions, and she simply couldn't stop writing like a god.

"First of all, the mouth is still so good to kiss, and it also unlocks another function, which is more enjoyable than kissing."

"The clothes are not easy to untangle, but maybe God wants to tell me that the fruit of success after hard work is the sweetest, the steamy body and the powder..."

"Stop." Yan Cheng couldn't bear it any longer, and called her to stop her perverted behavior with a wooden face.

"You don't call it a diary, it's called an obscene record."

Who wrote those things in the diary of a good person, and said they were secrets. This is indeed only a secret, but anyone who exposes two sentences can be convicted of harassment.

Zhong Jiuyin didn't take it seriously, and continued to write, closing the diary again after finishing.

"This is called recording mood anytime, anywhere."

In fact, it was to update the progress of Feng Qing's matter in time, and to comfort the original owner.

Yan Cheng didn't refute, watching her slowly tidy up the diary, he casually asked: "The klapori night banquet is only a few days away, have you received any arrangement from the organizer?"

"Got it, I'll go with the crew. When will you be back?"

Yan Cheng's tone was gentle: "The day before the start, the flight at four o'clock in the afternoon."

Zhong Jiuyin: "Oh, the time is auspicious, it's not dark yet."

Yan Cheng: "..."

The time has been made clear to her, and that's her reaction. Does he care if it's dark or not?
He felt short of breath again.

The two stared at each other across the screen, neither of them knowing the other's brain circuit.

After a few seconds, Zhong Jiuyin leaned closer to the screen and said seriously, "I miss you so much while you're away."

Yan Cheng's symptoms of chest tightness and shortness of breath suddenly healed without treatment.

She added: "I want to touch your hand, I want to kiss you, I want to be honest with you. Without you, I feel that life has lost half the color and flavor. Believe me, I have never missed a person like this , you are the first survivor in my love."

Yan Cheng's heart beat faster when he heard the blunt attack from the front, but the more he heard it, the more something was wrong.

I can't say that there is anything wrong, but my body and mind are wondering if she has ulterior motives.

He looked at the beautiful face on the screen, with affectionate eyes, and cautiously said a few words: "I miss you too."

Zhong Jiuyin moved closer, and the heat from speaking made the screen dense for a moment.

"Since I miss you and you miss me, why don't we meet at my house again when you come back? You should be able to come here during your busy schedule? Stay for about one night."

Her words were normal, but her meaningful eyes and bewitching tone fully exposed her true purpose.

Yan Cheng felt like an improper transaction partner who was being urged to sacrifice himself, and he felt like a novice who met an anxious client.

"You..." He really didn't know what to say.

Zhong Jiuyin wanted to urge him to agree quickly, but he heard Qian Yu's voice outside the door.

"Come and open the door. If you have something to say, I came with two people."

Qian Yu was very measured, he never came into her room alone, he always dragged the two of them together.

She raised her head and answered without hanging up the phone, and asked Yan Cheng: "It should be about Feng Qing, do you want to listen to it together?"

Yan Cheng nodded, then watched her stroll to open the door.

Looking at that figure on the screen, he suddenly felt——

Some people are born to be masters in relationships.

Usually it makes people choke, but when it comes to really important details, subconscious behavior can directly poke people's hearts.

Maybe she didn't realize it herself, she was accepting him from body to heart.

Qian Yu and the other two entered the room, and were about to talk about it, when they saw a face on the screen of the mobile phone on the table, and almost held their breath in fright.

"...Yan Cheng. Zhong Jiuyin, the angle you put your phone at is too deadly."

He glanced at it and thought it was an object of sacrifice.

Zhong Jiuyin adjusted it in the past, so that Yan Cheng could have a sense of presence in the meeting while staying on the phone, and then asked Qian Yu: "What's the matter?"

Qian Yu glanced at Yan Cheng on the phone, and was a little more serious: "Didn't you say you took a picture of a book cover before? He was speaking for you in the fan scolding battle today, so he came to ask if the picture could still be posted. I thought you were expecting that picture to be adopted, so I want to ask you, do you want to cooperate again?"

Zhong Jiuyin recalled it for a while, but Yan Cheng spoke first: "Can you send me a copy of that picture?"

"No." Unexpectedly, Zhong Jiuyin did not agree to his request.

Both Yan Cheng and Qian Yu were stunned for a moment.

She made a decision without changing her face: "Just say yes. Is there any news?"

Qian Yu: "Ah? Oh, there's another one. Didn't you film a complete drama before? It just couldn't be aired because of a shortage of funds. Now the director said that there is hope to air it, and I want you to help me when the time comes. Spread the word."