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Chapter 271 Rabbit Hair Card

The night was dark and the rain was pouring.

Luo Weiwei walked down the street in a daze. There were no people on the street anymore. Occasionally, a few office workers who worked overtime rushed past, holding an umbrella in their hands.

Only her body was dripping wet, and she became a drowned rat in the rainy night.

Like a walking dead, he walked step by step to the remote small apartment he rented.

The downpour from the sky was like her tears.

She felt that there was no hope in this world. The originally bright and beautiful woman was eventually corrupted by this life.

She seemed to have lost her original pursuit, all her ambitions and ideals were washed away.

Tonight, her head is empty and she has nothing.

The camera focused on Xia Han's face to take a close-up. She looked very haggard, her eyeliner was soaked by the rain and turned black.

The lipstick on her mouth was also in a mess, and when someone passed by occasionally, when they saw her, they hurriedly avoided it.

The girl's delicate face was ruined by the torrential rain.

She doesn't look like she used to be at all, on the contrary she is very depressed, like a female ghost.

Luo Weiwei was walking aimlessly, when suddenly a shadow appeared above her head, and those annoying raindrops did not hit her body.

She spoke coldly, raised her eyelids slightly, and the rain outside did not decrease in the slightest.

It's just that she was covered by a big black umbrella, so she was not washed by the rain again.

She raised her head slightly, and met a pair of bright black eyes, with long and thick eyelashes, and dark pupils, which seemed darker than the night outside.

"Pay attention to your body and be careful of getting sick."

The deep voice came, like the quiet cool wind swirling on the face leisurely when enjoying the cool summer night, and then left quickly.

It makes people nostalgic and comfortable, and I can't help but want to keep it.

"Thank you."

The word "Qi Tian" twirled around between her lips and teeth, but she didn't say it in the end.

I always feel that she looks like a ghost now, even calling his name is profane.

So in the end she just murmured thanks.

The two walked side by side on the street, and the man protected her on the inside of the road.

A black private car drove by quickly, splashing a huge splash of water, wetting his khaki windbreaker.

Even Luo Weiwei, who was standing inside, felt the attack of the huge water drop, and couldn't help shaking.

She looked up at him, the man's side face was handsome, but he didn't have any expression of annoyance, on the contrary he still looked calm.

"Are your clothes wet?" Luo Weiwei hesitated again and again, but still asked in a low voice.

The man replied to her: "It's okay to get wet even when it rains."

The two of them became silent again, Luo Weiwei was a little annoyed.

Every time she met a man, she was so embarrassed.

"When you get home, cook brown sugar ginger soup first, don't catch cold."

The man's voice came again and brought her back to her sanity.

As soon as Luo Weiwei looked up, she saw that they were already downstairs in her house.

The voice-activated lights in the building had long been broken, and only a few households had lights on, but the dim light was faintly revealed, which also made Luo Weiwei feel a sense of security in her heart.

"I'm here, be careful."

She raised her head, exhorting in a low voice, her eyes were red, as if she was about to cry at any moment.

After saying this, he turned around and wanted to run.

With this extremely quick movement of hers, it looked like she was about to run away.

"Weiwei." The man stopped her.

But she didn't dare to turn her head, because she must be extremely ugly in her current appearance, so why bother to turn her head and let him see it again.

He must have gotten tired of seeing her in such a mess all the way back.

"Take care of yourself, I still want to continue dancing with you. I expect you to wear a tutu and become a little swan."

The man's words were like a curse, deeply engraved into her heart.

"Dong dong dong" Luo Weiwei ran up the stairs without looking back, the sound of her hasty footsteps and the chaotic heartbeat almost merged into one.

She didn't stop until she reached the fifth floor.

"Hoo-hoo--" She breathed heavily, her face was a little pale, she didn't know if it was because it was too cold or she was nervous.

The whole person is a little shrunken together.

She walked to the railing and looked down, the man was still standing there holding a black umbrella.

A car passed by, and she saw the headlights illuminating his body. The left and right sides of his windbreaker were of different shades, and it was obvious that half of it was wet from the rain.

His shoulders were also very wet, probably to protect her from the rain, and leaned the umbrella towards her as much as possible.

But at that time, she was only looking around in a panic, not paying attention to this detail at all.

When she came back to her senses, the man downstairs had disappeared.

His departure was as hasty and silent as his appearance.

"Crack!"

Director Zheng gave an order, and staff immediately rushed out of the building, some with towels and some with dry clothes.

After being in a hurry, Xia Han changed into dry clothes and sat on a chair wrapped in a big towel.

"Give."

An orange-yellow ceramic cup appeared in front of my eyes, and there was still mist in the quilt. I thought it contained a hot drink, so it was steaming right now.

Xia Han took it, and when she looked up, Feng Qi had also changed into another suit.

When she took the cup, her fingertips touched his.

The man has a pair of extremely beautiful hands, just like when countless people knelt and licked his hands when the dancing video was released before, Xia Han also thinks his hands are very attractive.

Fair skin, well-defined joints, and slender fingers.

Hands that are born to be hand masks are too good-looking, like a beautiful landscape painting, people can't help but stare at them.

"what is this?"

Feng Qi said while raising his hand to reach her head.

Finally, he pulled off the hairpin pinned to her forehead.

A white hairpin rests on his palm, with a playful bunny head dotted on it.

He didn't recognize what it was until he pulled it off, and was a little embarrassed for a while.

"Shall I put it on for you?"

He pinched the rabbit's head with his fingertips, and for the first time there was uncertainty in his tone.

I always feel that Dai Faka's behavior is too intimate. Although he can't wait to do it in his heart, he knows that it may not be good in front of so many people.

In the end, the make-up artist at the side helped Xia Han put it back on, but Feng Qi stood by and watched, his eyes wide open, more serious than anyone else.

"Does this clip hair hurt?"

He also exchanged his experience with the makeup artist in a low voice. When the makeup artist saw the big boss asking in person, he was a little flattered and answered him carefully. He even treated Xia Han as a test sample and showed him how to put it on pain.

"Which one is it?" He looked at it, seemingly unable to stop, almost blinking his eyes, and asked in a slightly innocent tone.

The makeup artist was stunned for a moment, completely captured by his dumbfounded appearance.

"It just so happens that Xia Han still has some broken hair here, why don't you let me wear this hairpin for her?" the makeup artist asked a little apprehensively.

"Can you?" He tried his best to hold his face, not letting himself laugh.

"Of course." The make-up artist stuffed the hairpin into his hand and stepped back.

Feng Qi was holding another hairpin with a rabbit's head, almost convulsed with excitement. Although he wished he could put it on immediately, he still restrained the excitement gushing out of his heart.

"Is it okay?" Feng Qi leaned down/body and asked Xia Han.

Seeing the eager look in his eyes, Xia Han wanted to roll his eyes.

At this time, if she still came to ask her this "little white mouse", if she said no, the makeup artist would probably be unable to get off the stage.

"Ah."

As soon as her words fell to the ground, Feng Qi straightened up, moved to her side, and poked her head with a hairpin.

"This way, don't use brute force." The makeup artist gestured a few times.

Feng Qi took advantage of this opportunity of wearing a hairpin to fully stroke Xia Han's hair several times.

A female artist like Xia Han must take care of her hair every day, so that her hair is soft, black and smooth.

In the hand, it is like fine silk.

His eyebrows and eyes are serious, and he concentrates on putting on Xia Han's hairpin. It's like a splashed ink landscape painting, which makes people intoxicated and can't bear to disturb it.

The make-up artist standing aside almost screamed.

She was fascinated by the look of the two of them.

Xia Han sat on the chair all the time, quietly looking at herself in the mirror, letting Feng Qi toss her hair without any complaints.

You know, many female artists regard their hair as a treasure and won't let them touch it at all.

But now facing Feng Qi's not-so-gentle touch, Xia Han didn't say a word.

"interesting."

Feng Qi finally withdrew his hand, and made a summary of his series of slightly strange actions just now.

After he finished all these actions, he obediently stepped aside, and let the makeup artist help Xia Han with her makeup and hair.

It's just that he twirled his fingertips from time to time, and it seemed that there was still that smooth touch on it, eroding his skin little by little.

While everyone's attention was on Xia Han, he quietly raised his hand and put it on the tip of his nose to sniff gently.

A faint fragrance lingered in it, almost making him tremble.

The aroma was like a strong and poisonous medicine, which made him unable to extricate himself. Not only was his body aroused uncontrollably, but even his mind became dizzy because of the excessive enthusiasm.

Once again, he felt that Xia Han was too fatally attractive to him.

Feng Qi was in a trance, looking at Xia Han uncontrollably, and saw her who was surrounded by people, but blinked at him.

There was a hint of ridicule in the eyes, as if she had seen all of his incomprehensible actions before.

Feng Qi suddenly felt shocked, like a cat who stole dried fish and was caught.

Trying hard to protect the small fish, the hair all over his body was blown up, his tail was raised high, but he seemed at a loss.

After a few minutes, which was equivalent to torture, passed, the people around Xia Han also dispersed.

The make-up artist was too busy packing things to notice them.

Xia Han came to his side.

She walked over with a smile on her face, with sweet smiles on her brows and eyes.

"Big change/state."

(End of this chapter)