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

Chapter 327
Yan Cheng also has work today, and it ends at [-] o'clock. He also went to the supermarket to buy vegetables, and took it to Zhong Jiuyin's house.

Sister Xu laughed at him: "I think you might as well live there. You go to her place every afternoon and leave from your own house in the morning. You go back at midnight?"

Yan Cheng remained motionless: "Morning."

Sister Xu: "It's even worse. In winter, people have to get up early and sneak away to change places. It's like being a thief. It's not like being in a relationship, like...you understand?"

Yan Cheng expressed that he didn't want to understand, so he lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Sister Xu glanced at him. He was looking at the reflection on the car window, as if he was thinking about some thorny issue.

Sister Xu could basically guess what he would think.Men in love can think of themselves when they see dogs passing by in pairs.

When they arrived at Zhong Jiuyin's neighborhood, Sister Xu saw him get off the car carrying vegetables, and asked a little extra: "Do you want me to bring some luggage for you later? Clothes and daily necessities, so that you can stay overnight."

Yan Cheng paused, closed the car door as usual, and said calmly, "Not for now."

Sister Xu: "Oh, for the time being~no need~"

Yan Cheng didn't look at her exaggerated expression, and went upstairs on his own.

Zhong Jiuyin had already arrived home, took off her make-up and was drinking the medicine to prevent colds, when she heard the sound of the key turning the door lock, she looked towards the door and cleared her throat.

When the door opened, she said ruthlessly, "Stop, don't come in."

Yan Cheng, who had already stepped one foot in, stopped at the door, looked at her suspiciously and asked, "Why?"

"Because you spoke ill of me."

Yan Cheng was even more puzzled: "When?"

Zhong Jiuyin put down the glass, and slapped the sofa with his hand as a gavel.

"Okay, you actually asked when, did you say it so many times that you can't remember?"

Yan Cheng looked at her, went in first and closed the door, and put the dishes on the porch cabinet.

Zhong Jiuyin stopped him again: "Hey, did you come in?"

"I'll come in and explain to you."

He said solemnly, changed his slippers and came over, first took a look at the cold spirit she was drinking, and then asked: "Who did you meet when you went out? Did you speak ill of me?"

Zhong Jiuyin glanced at him: "I'm not talking bad, but telling the truth. Are you telling people everywhere that I like to paint cakes and brag?"

Yan Cheng: "Of course I didn't."

She didn't believe it: "Then how did Liang Zhi know?"

Yan Cheng continued: "I don't have one, but everyone can see it."

Zhong Jiuyin: "..."

"Hand over the key and you can go back."

Threatened by her, he still laughed, put the key on the tea table, bent down and kissed her first.

Then he asked, "What did Liang Zhi say?"

"What else can I say, just say that you go around saying that I like to paint cakes and brag. Fortunately, few people heard it, otherwise I would be so embarrassed that I could blush like him."

Yan Cheng was dubious: "Liang Zhi would talk like that? Is there something that made him so panicked that he couldn't speak?"

Zhong Jiuyin raised her eyebrows: "You know him well."

Liang knows that person, when he is in a hurry, his brain circuit is abnormal, and he can say anything baldly.No alcohol or veritaserum, just a little haste, and you can tell a lot of truth.

"But how did you meet together? What did you talk about?" Yan Cheng asked again.

"He was hiding from people at the time," Zhong Jiuyin leaned over and winked at him and said, "He and that Miss Wan seemed to have broken up, probably something happened that bothered him."

"Break? What you saw or what he said?"

"It can be seen that he also said it. He looked very confused, so I used my experience to enlighten him a few words, and he said that he benefited a lot."

It is really interesting to be a bystander feeding people chicken soup, no wonder so many old men and women like to be life mentors.

Yan Cheng: "...Are you sure he didn't benefit very little?"

She twisted the flesh on his arm through the sweater.

Yan Cheng was in pain, and gave a slight hiss, but he just grabbed her hand and shook it, asking, "Why is it so cold?"

Then he put the back of his hand on her collarbone, the place was also cold, and he probably wasn't wrapped warmly.

Zhong Jiuyin saw that he looked like an upright gentleman who was just helping to take the temperature with his hands, so she didn't make a sound, and let him tuck her hands under her clothes.

She touched it twice, then remembered what Qian Yu said, and told Yan Cheng: "You are really getting better and better."

Yan Cheng pretended not to know what these words meant, he pinched her waist, hugged her on his lap and sat astride, the two of them hugged each other tightly, sharing each other's body temperature.

He also just came back from the outside, but his body was very warm. Zhong Jiuyin took his hand out of his sweater and stuck it to his neck, rubbing his fingers up and down the blood vessels.

"You don't cook? Who sent me a message halfway to say that we had dinner together? I didn't eat out and came back."

"Wait and do it."

Kiss first.

This way of hugging is very suitable for kissing, he can kiss it with a slight bow of his head, and even a little bit of it will become lingering.

Zhong Jiuyin's arms slid up and wrapped around his neck, exchanging breath with his head raised.

The surrounding light in the living room seemed a little weak under the increasingly dim light, but no one cared about it. The figures of the two became blurred, and only the occasional conversation could be heard.

"It will be New Year's Eve in a few days. We have no plans for that day. Do you have any plans to spend it?"

"How else can you live, how do you want to live?"

"Go camping? You can watch the sunrise on the Pingdingshan in the suburbs. We can see the first second of the new year from the last second of the old year."

"But camping in winter, isn't it true that you won't be frozen to death?"

"But you're clearly excited. Relax."

"...Think about something else, I'll think about it together."

"Then can you add one more thing and consider it?"

"what?"

"I live in, can I?"

"...You really know how to lay the groundwork, why don't you start with Pangu opening up the world."

The mumbling sound subsided, and after a while, the main light in the living room was turned on, Yan Cheng went to turn on the air conditioner, and then went into the kitchen with vegetables.

Zhong Jiuyin lay on the sofa looking at him and yawned.

"I want to sleep for half an hour."

Yan Cheng: "Go to sleep, I'll call you when the soup is ready."

...

The artist is not here, the assistant spends money to enjoy it, and Qian Yu, the manager, guards the studio alone, so he is still a little free.

The work suddenly became easier, and he felt a fear of not being able to make money. While scolding himself that the poor would not enjoy happiness, he found something to do for himself.

After digging through Zhong Jiuyin's existing endorsements, he thought about which gift boxes to give to the media during the Spring Festival, and then surfed the Internet to look at the topics in the square.

A marketing account on the Internet broke the news that Yan Cheng went to Zhong Jiuyin's house to buy groceries, and said something about "adding another hammer to the relationship" and "the possibility of cohabitation", Qian Yu glanced at it and swiped away.

Can these paparazzi take some fresh photos? Does the relationship between the two of them need to be hammered again?It has been hammered to the acquiescence of all parties, okay?

It's still interesting to watch Guo Mingli and Feng Qing quarrel.

I clicked on Guo Mingli's Weibo, and found that what he posted today was more like a marketing account leak, cursing and questioning why people like Feng Qing still have dramas.

Feng Qing has a play to pick up?

(End of this chapter)