Spoiling wife like life: Husband, let's have a hidden marriage!

At the end of August, the autumn tiger came especially fiercely, and the cicadas seemed to be singing the last time of life.

At one or two in the afternoon, the scorching sun overhead makes people feel that they are going to burn.

Beijing Huayang middle school, now it is summer vacation, "summer leisurely" is a youth campus idol drama.

To make such a play, we naturally need to use the school as the venue.

Taking advantage of the weekend, the crew borrowed the venue here to shoot.

Knowing that there was a crew to film, some students of Huayang middle school volunteered to be mass actors.

Some students want to be able to be photographed by themselves, thinking that they might become popular.

Some students want to see their idols closely. It's best to sign and take a group photo.

After all, the male star of this play is Gu Jiayan, the popular national school grass this year.

On a bench under a tree not far from the set of the crew, there is a girl in Huayang middle school uniform.

The school uniform is the style of black pleated trouser skirt on the lower body and white short sleeved shirt on the upper body, which looks very small and fresh.

The girl's face is blocked by the script. Her long curly black hair is scattered on the bench, which has a messy beauty.

Although I can't see the girl's face, her exquisite figure and her large long legs exposed outside are enough to attract attention.

Complete leg play year series!

Just then, a girl in a black pleated skirt and a white short sleeved shirt came trotting over with a bottle of frozen mineral water.

She took down the script that blocked the girl's face, and a delicate and bright face was exposed.

White skin is like shining skin. Just looking at it like this, you can imagine how smooth the skin should feel if you touch it.

As if only palm sized melon face, eyebrows are not popular word eyebrows, but willow leaf eyebrows.

Because close your eyes, you can't see the eye shape clearly, but you can see a pair of curled and thick eyelashes like black butterfly wings.

Delicate and upright nose, full smile lips.

The whole face is not delicate. Even the round tear mole under the corner of the right eye is adding color to the girl.

The only bad thing is that the girl's face is pale at this time, and even her lip color is very light because of the loss of blood color.

The good-looking eyebrows were slightly frowned, and there was a fine cold sweat on his forehead. It seemed that he was trying to bear some pain.

The girl with mineral water gently put the cold bottle on her forehead and said with concern: "how are you? Are you still dizzy? Otherwise, ask leader Wang for leave and go back."

The cold touch is easy to stimulate, and he opens his eyes.

Those beautiful peach blossom eyes are all at a loss. The dazzling sunshine makes Yi mianmianmian have to close his eyes again.

A voice with concern sounded in his ear again: "Mian Mian, are you better?"

Yi Mianmian opens his eyes again and slightly tilts his head to look at the speaker.

Beside her was a girl of eighteen or nine years old, beautiful and lovely, with youthful vitality.

This man

"Xiao... Jun?" Yi Mianmian shouted with some uncertainty.

Her voice is very nice, as soft as her name, but it is a little hoarse because of physical discomfort.

"It's me. You're just suffering from heatstroke. Won't you lose your memory?" Tang Xiaojun said half jokingly.

Yi Mianmian was stunned. He sat up from the bench and turned his head to look at his environment at this time.

Shouldn't she be in that secret room with white walls on all sides?

Shouldn't she go to hell with Yi Yinyin?

She still remembers that she tricked Yi Yinyin into the secret room, and then used her last explosive force to bite off her strong artery when she didn't pay attention.

The touch of warm blood sprayed on the face is still so clear, and the bloody smell in the mouth is still so strong.

She clearly felt that her breathing was gradually stopping.

How, how

Seeing Yi Mianmian's eyes blankly, Tang Xiaojun couldn't help worrying. Isn't it really confused in heatstroke?

"Mian Mian, I'll ask for leave for you. Don't shoot today. Anyway, there's only one play. Chen Jiajia is too much. You can shoot 800 times!"

"She's good. When shooting, you stand in the sun with an umbrella and a small fan! I think she's jealous of your beauty and deliberately straightens you..."

Listening to Tang Xiaojun's broken thoughts, she felt familiar with those words.

However, Yi Mianmian still has an unreal feeling of stepping on the cloud.

In a trance, I had another bold idea.

She bowed her head and looked at her white jade like hands.

Although the palm has some thin cocoons, it does not affect the beauty.

Although his hands were thin, they were not imprisoned by Yi Yinyin. At that time, they were only skin and bones.

It's not waxy yellow, it's healthy Yingrun white.

Even the fingertips are healthy pink.

He clenched his fist and pinched his short fingernail into the palm of his hand.

Yi Mianmian couldn't help but exert himself. The tingling feeling from the palm of his hand was so clear.

After realizing a certain possibility, Yi Mianmian was so excited that his hands were trembling slightly.

Without looking up, she whispered to Tang Xiaojun: "Xiaojun, how old are you this year?"

"Ha?"

Although Tang Xiaojun didn't know why Yi Mianmian suddenly asked her such a question, he replied, "I'm nineteen. Your birthday is at the end of March. My birthday is at the beginning of March. It's just one year older than you."

Nineteen

Did she return from 25 to 18?

Even God can't see what happened to her. Did he give her a chance to start over?

Well, that's good.

Think of what Yi Yinyin said to her during her imprisonment, and all the pain and suffering Yi Yinyin gave her.

She felt that it was too cheap for her to bite off Yi Yinyin's carotid artery and let her die happily

Yi Mianmian hangs her eyes, and her long and thick eyelashes cover up the surging hatred at the bottom of her eyes.

"Well, you wait here for a while. I'll ask for your leave." Tang Xiaojun saw Yi Mianmian just lowered her head and didn't speak. He thought she was still uncomfortable and didn't think much.

Yi Mianmian gave a sound and said softly, "OK, I'm still a little dizzy, so please Xiaojun."

Tang Xiaojun waved his hand carelessly: "we are friends! What trouble do you say!"

With that, Tang Xiaojun hurried to ask Yi Mianmian for leave.

Yi Mianmian raised his head after Tang Xiaojun turned around and looked at the back of the young girl leaving. His look was full of complexity.

When you think about it carefully, Tang Xiaojun was the only one who really treated her friends in her short life of "previous life".

And what about her?

She felt that her heart was so small that she could only put the next one in the position of relatives, lovers or friends.

Yi Mianmian once felt that Yi Yinyin and the dean's mother were equally important to her. They were not relatives, but they were better than relatives.

But I didn't expect that this relative was a black heart wolf in sheep's clothing