Just Want To Be With You

When the two people let go, they were already panting. There was a layer of mist in Liang Yin's eyes, and Zhou Jianchen's face was flushed.

Zhou Jianchen did not sit back immediately, but looked at Liang Yin, who was close at hand, with tender eyes and a smile on his face. Liang Yin was still lying on the backrest and looking at him, his chest rising and falling, but his face was full of shame.

He kissed all the way just now, she dodged all the way, and finally had nowhere to go, so she could only respond with her head up. The lips and teeth kept intertwining, and all the low groans were swallowed until dizzy.

The distance between the two of them was only half a foot, and Zhou Jianchen suddenly smiled and said, "It's called Brother Chen."

Just now she called him "Zhou Jianchen" over and over again, with a pleading and sultry tremor, causing him to lose control a few times, but now thinking about it, she only wanted her to call him "Brother Chen".

Liang Yin was even more embarrassed thinking about the way he was just now. Seeing that he still wanted to tease her, he just pushed his chest and whispered back: "No." As he said, he flinched again. He is so close to her, he always feels that he might come again at any time.

Zhou Jianchen noticed her intention and smiled more happily, but then suddenly lowered his head and pecked her on the mouth.

Liang Yin was caught off guard, and when he reacted, he hurriedly covered his lips again, "Don't come again." Her lips hurt a little while kissing.

Zhou Jianchen was a little bit reluctant, but seeing her taking precautions, he had to hold the back of her hand and kiss her, then let go of the shackles on her and sat up straight, "Okay, it's not coming."

Her lips have a fatal attraction to him, she can't stop her, wishing to keep kissing like this.

Seeing that he was obedient, Liang Yin sat up straight, all the dizziness calmed down a little, and felt a little embarrassed. They are like those eighteen or nineteen-year-old children who are in love, he is fooling around, and she is also fooling around with him.

Take a look at the time, it's almost eight o'clock, and the kiss lasted more than ten minutes...

I sighed at my absurdity, for fear that he would go back too late, and said, "It's getting late, I'll go back first."

Stay here, I'm afraid that something will happen again.

Zhou Jianchen glanced at the phone, "It's less than eight o'clock."

Liang Yin looked at him, blinked his eyes and replied: "But I'm a little tired."

Zhou Jianchen looked at her really tired, and then she softened again. She did get up at five o'clock this morning, and today's scene is quite heavy.

But I still feel reluctant.

I didn't want to let her go, and didn't dare to let her go. After thousands of times, my heart became entangled, and it turned into a sigh.

"Then you let me hold it again." In the end, he just said again.

Liang Yin saw that he opened his arms, and then reached out and hugged him.

Zhou Jianchen hugged her tightly and buried her head in the socket of her neck. Liang Yin flinched for a moment, and soon he only said, "I'll see you again tomorrow."

He is really like a child, not talking, but full of grievances.

Zhou Jianchen sighed again. Although he could see him tomorrow, he would be surrounded by people.

He felt that time was so short for the first time, and he wished that this moment could stop forever.

Liang Yin patted him and released him again, "Well, you also need to rest well."

Zhou Jianchen still did not speak, but buried her head and pulled the zipper on her down jacket. She got out of the car just now, and the down jacket was pulled apart.

The down jacket is half-length, the zipper is pulled up all the way, there is a pause in front of the chest, and it is quickly pulled to the neck.

"Don't catch a cold," he said dullly.

Liang Yin is very thin, but his chest is full of C-CUP, wearing a dark green tight-fitting sweater, the curve is particularly exquisite.

"Yeah." Liang Yin responded, watching him zip the zipper for her, and there was another warmth in his heart.

How could he be so good.

"Then I'll go down first." She turned and pulled the armrest away, then turned her head and said.

"Yeah." Zhou Jianchen nodded, but he was so reluctant, his eyes were full of reluctance.

When Liang Yin saw it, he thought for a while, and suddenly leaned over and kissed his mouth, then turned back and opened the car door.

"Good night." She smiled and closed the car door, her eyes full of smiles.

Zhou Jianchen saw this and was stunned on the spot. He touched the place where she had just kissed his mouth. He wanted to get angry, but laughed again. He took out his phone and sent a message again, "You can come back if you have the ability."

Run after teasing, really fat.

Liang Yin smiled when he saw the news, looked back, and then only replied: "See you tomorrow~"

Zhou Jianchen looked and looked again, couldn't help but patted the steering wheel.

—Don’t think about falling asleep tonight!

Liang Yin went up in the elevator, but met the associate director and his group.

"Eh Yinyin, did you just come back, why are you so happy?" the deputy director asked.

There was a smile on her face, and her eyes were bright and moving.

Liang Yin received it, then replied: "Well, I just sent a message to my friend."

When it comes to "friends", her heart is stagnant again.

Zhou Jianchen, is it her boyfriend now?

As I thought to myself, the smile that I was about to put away couldn't help but spilled out of my eyes.

…

The next day, Liang Yin woke up early again, and Zhou Jianchen had already sent a message, "Missing you" all over the screen. Take a closer look, and the message sent in the middle of the night is still "missing you".

Really a night owl.

When he was cleaned up and got in the car, Liang Yin opened Weibo again. Sure enough, I posted on Weibo again early in the morning last night.

Zhou Jianchen: I can't sleep tonight.

I really want to tell the world.

Liang Yin thought for a while and replied with a "night owl".

This was the first time she responded to his Weibo, and it was expected that she would soon disappear in the tide of his comments.

There are hundreds of thousands of comments on this Weibo, except for those who exclaimed "Brother Chen had insomnia" and wondered "Why did Brother Chen suffer from insomnia", and happened to "Can't sleep with Brother Chen", they were just after the previous Weibo. continue. Everyone is still concerned about his injury, and likewise, they are still concerned about "Why Chen Ge is so happy?"

Fortunately, Zhou Jianchen did not reply.

I glanced at the homepage and found that the topic about Qiaoshan was still there, and her posture was getting stronger and stronger. Even the way she was in school and all the bad things she had done before were picked up.

Liang Yin was still a little surprised, but seeing that the set was about to arrive, he only quit Weibo and stopped watching.

I chatted with Zhou Jianchen for a while last night, so that she didn't have time to learn her lines today.

Today's lines are large and large.

Zhou Jianchen was sitting on the hospital bed and reading Weibo. It was still dark, but he couldn't sleep anymore. Excited, thinking about the time passing quickly, and hurrying back to the studio after hanging up the last two bottles of water.

Suddenly, I got a comment.

owl?

Looking at the headshot, his brows frowned slightly.

It’s an overseas account, but there are thousands of fans, and many people follow. Except for a few directors and producers in the entertainment circle, there are also a few old actors, he and Rong Xin are also mixed in it; in addition, It is a series of popular science academic accounts. Every entry is a well-known existence in the industry, covering a wide range of international, economics, Spanish, photography, Chinese studies, painting, sculpture, and even medicine, geography and astronomy. She even paid attention to official accounts such as the Communist Youth League, and even several non-profit organizations.

Not many microblogs are posted, and the frequency is about one or two a month. In addition to reposting public welfare activities and microblogs representing political-government positions, they share some niche but practical things. There are also some photos taken by myself, but they are all landscape photos and still lifes, occasionally people, but they are all passing pedestrians or smiling foreign children. There is also a picture of an old foreign man, wearing a straight suit, holding a cane in his hand, standing on a large lawn, although an old but gentleman.

It looks like the last century.

There is no photo of myself.

Zhou Jianchen turned it over one by one, but there was a smile in his eyes.

On the head, there was a woman standing on the beach with bare feet, wearing a white dress, leaning on her side, her hair covering her face, but he recognized who she was at a glance.

After thinking about it, he immediately clicked on his attention.

If the focus is wrong, count him as losing.