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

On the way back, Zhong Jiuyin was still thinking about what Feng Qing's words meant.

Qian Yu exaggeratedly wiped his sweat in front of him.

"You were too fierce. You just broke her wrist. If she screams, you have to go to the court."

Zhong Jiuyin came back to her senses, and said indifferently, "It's because she speaks too badly. I just wanted to ask why."

Qian Yu didn't believe it and looked at her in the rearview mirror.

He began to agree with Yan Cheng's thoughts, how could he be so indifferent after experiencing the depression of the previous two years.

On the surface, she looks as immobile as a mountain, but she can break Feng Qing's hand without saying a word. It's hard not to feel that she is suppressing all her emotions in her heart. This kind of person is generally more...perverted.

"There is still some time left in the leave, or you can go to the emotional venting room and make a noise?" Qian Yu suggested to her.

"Or go back to the crew to punch sandbags. Anyway, the result has already come out, so you don't have to hold back anymore, let all your anger flow out into sweat."

Zhong Jiuyin looked down at his phone, and raised his eyelids to look at him.

"Sweating and screaming can only make people tired. Apart from seeing Feng Qing's bad luck, nothing else can calm my emotions."

Qian Yu could only say: "That's not far away. She lost money and lost all resources, and was abandoned by fans. The situation is visible to the naked eye. As far as I know, the company is also planning to sue her to force her to voluntarily terminate the contract and leave at a loss. people."

"Su Cheng kicked her?"

"It can only be said that it is absolutely impossible for President Su to tolerate her acting in the name of an entertainer of Universal City Entertainment or his girlfriend or lover. But the relationship between men and women, except the parties, who can know whether it is broken or not."

Zhong Jiuyin's understanding of Sioux City's harshness went up to a new level.

After listening to them, Erkou sent the repaired picture to Zhong Jiuyin.

"For your commemorative photos, I deliberately chose two photos with good lighting angles."

Zhong Jiuyin almost forgot about this matter. When she clicked on it, she and Feng Qing were standing under the sun and in the shadow respectively.

The light of justice shone on her hair, illuminating her profile with resolute determination.

Qian Yu also had the honor to pay respects, looked at the two and said, "How about shooting the finale poster of the war of spies? If you post it, you are afraid that fans will say that we are posing."

Two mouths: "Just tell me if it's good or not, Brother Qian, did you highlight the conflicts between the two sides and the people in this incident? I even gave P a hairstyle."

Qian Yu: "...I'll give you some extra money, let's go publicize, the little assistant has buried your ability. It just so happens that the studio has just been built, and there is a shortage of people."

Two mouths: "After all that money is said, it's not as good as..."

Qian Yu: "Please be sure to accept it. The money is to buy peace of mind for me and her, and not to make people think that we mistreat employees with low wages."

The two thought for a while: "It's fine. I'll ask my friend to organize a publicity."

Qian Yu was a little expectant: "What friend?"

The two began to shake people, lowered their heads and typed: "I used to be a station sister. Is there any bright spot in recruitment? Needless to say, salary, that is not a bright spot."

Qian Yu: "...Is it true that a beautiful artist doesn't need a large area of ​​p-pictures? She has a free and easy personality and won't find faults when she has nothing to do. She is dedicated to her work and won't play big names. If she has a sense of professionalism, I will keep an eye on her and won't be passive and sabotage."

"In addition, it can be seen from the current romantic partner that her aesthetic level is above the line, and there will never be a situation where a beautiful woman matches a beast to make netizens complain."

The client, Zhong Jiuyin, just sat there and listened, nodding pertinently to every compliment.

"Brother Qian, I didn't expect you to be so careful and discover so many advantages of me. If you praise me for looking good, I will accept it, and if you praise Yan Cheng for looking good, I will tell him right away."

Qian Yu looked at her, then turned his head and added something to the two of them: "However, artists occasionally get a little mentally ill, so ask your friend if he minds that."

The two laughed so hard that they collapsed in the back seat.

Zhong Jiuyin was speechless and looked down at his phone.

The klapori banquet is the day after tomorrow, and Yan Cheng will be back tomorrow.

After walking for such a long time, it's strange to want to see him.

...

Yan Cheng returned to China with the crew, and they will walk the red carpet together at the klapori banquet.

But he didn't go to the hotel he booked, but chose to go home.

After getting into the car, Sister Xu asked him, "Whose house are you going back to?"

Wearing a mask, Yan Cheng didn't blink, and said indifferently, "Who else could it be? My family."

Sister Xu: "Really? Zhong Jiuyin said that he would wait for you at home after taking off the job, so I rejected it for you?"

Yan Cheng paused, then raised his eyes to look at her.

Sister Xu suppressed her smile and said to the driver, "Let's go to Zhong Jiuyin's house."

A certain person didn't make a sound, but Sister Xu could understand his thoughts thoroughly, and she couldn't stop laughing in the co-pilot.

It is very interesting to watch people fall in love from the perspective of a bystander, especially when people who are not very funny in themselves fall in love, it is even more interesting.

Seeing him choked, and because he really liked his girlfriend and couldn't refuse, he could only pretend to be indifferent and silent. It felt like watching a 9.8-point romance drama, and he wanted to watch with popcorn.

It took an hour and a half on the road before Yan Cheng met Zhong Jiuyin.

The temperature in November in Haicheng is higher than that in foreign countries. Yan Cheng took off his coat and put it on his arms. A black mask covered the lower half of his face. The high bridge of his nose created a three-dimensional effect for the layer of cloth.

Zhong Jiuyin held the door frame and looked at him for a while, her eyes were revealing, Yan Cheng stood outside the door, almost being burned.

"Will you not let me in?"

Zhong Jiuyin let go of one hand, and then closed the door.

Although his movements were normal, his eyes never left him and he stared straight at him.

Enduring the illusion that his back was about to burn, Yan Cheng put his coat on the sofa as usual.

Then he calmly asked her: "How was the trial yesterday? You didn't make it too clear when I asked you. Are you okay?"

"Do you think I'm good?" She took two steps forward and walked directly in front of Yan Cheng, with only a tiny distance between the two of them.

"You don't need to ask this kind of discussed question anymore. Is there nothing else to do when you come back and see me?"

"Other things" was meaningfully pronounced by her words.

Yan Cheng stopped what he was about to say, and looked down at her.

Once the invisible line of sight has a focus, it seems to be transformed into a buzzing circuit, and the surrounding ambiguous factors are all attracted together, colliding and rubbing together, sending out electric sparks that know each other well.

Yan Cheng hooked the mask off with his fingertips, and then the two quickly entangled each other in a tacit understanding, kissing hard and urgently.

The peaceful and calm atmosphere just now turned into a steamer on the fire in an instant, emitting scalding hot steam, which soon permeated the entire space.

Zhong Jiuyin was hugged in the hot fog that made people dizzy, with her back against the wall, her head raised to breathe.

Yan Cheng's kiss flowed everywhere, and finally returned to her lips.

The horn buttons of the sweater on her body were unbuttoned, and Yan Cheng also opened the neckline. They shared each other's body temperature, and moved from the wall to the sofa, and then from the sofa to the room.

The feelings came quickly, and when the two came back to their senses to take a breath, they realized that their bodies were so messed up that they could only close the door.

Yan Cheng stopped, ran his fingers through Zhong Jiuyin's long hair, buried his head in her neck, and let out a deep breath while hugging her.

"I miss you," he whispered.

Zhong Jiuyin also hugged him back, rubbed his face lightly and said, "I have a little bit of that too."