She swears he must have seen...
He didn't think he opened it on purpose, did he
If it's because of this... it's really a big loss.
But with such a tender and loving kiss, she couldn't resist in the end, throwing away her armor and armor.
Like him, like his gentleness, like his unreasonable kindness to himself. Is it enough? Is it enough to keep going? She was a little hypoxic, and gradually entered a state of inability to think. Push away? obedience? There was no answer at all until the warmth went from the lips, all the way to the cheeks, neck, and finally stopped by the ear.
"Don't write passionate dramas often?"
ah
This rhythm is also jumping too fast, right
She hummed sullenly.
… Whoever has nothing to write about passion plays.
"Sometimes, you don't need too many conversations," he whispered in her ear, his voice a little hoarse, "if you love someone, you can't control it, you want to get close to her, touch her I kissed her face and looked at her at a loss. I touched her repeatedly, I just wanted to confirm and verify that it was really together, it was really mine. So the best passion scenes should be from the slightest in the body. The touch begins, slowly rendering the atmosphere.”
Sounds decent.
No need for a live demonstration...
The shadows of the two of them were stacked on the glass, and the lights in the city were so gorgeous that the starlight was suppressed.
"Just like this, I can't help but pay attention to you, wanting to look more closely at every detail, not just for the last step," he put his five fingers between hers and rubbed lightly, "you are nervous. When I was doing it, my five fingers would be half-held and curled into a small ball, and I would always think about how to stretch it out, hold it in my hand and take a closer look," he looked at her hand, "the nails are small and trimmed. Neat, thin, and long fingers."
His hands are very good-looking, and Jiahe has sighed since the first time he saw it at the press conference.
And now, he just looked at his hand carefully and put it in the palm of his hand.
Involuntarily, she followed his line of sight to look at her hand. Because of her thinness, her joints were a little abrupt, and her blood vessels were still prominent... obviously ugly. She lost her strength and pulled back her hand uncomfortably.
Then, I was very sensitive to find that I was really nervous and kept a half-grip state.
The two of them were very hot, and the air conditioner was turned on in the room, but they were sweating all over. From the glass, he could see his outline and the room behind him. Jiahe looked at him and lowered his head again. His nerves were instantly tense. The warmth behind his neck was like a fuse, igniting all the blood. What is just about to move, every inch of approaching is just not enough...
The phone suddenly rang again.
She was so excited that she almost broke out of the window.
Fakely took out his phone, it was Jojo.
"No, I can't sleep, I need to vent." He obviously didn't know what role he played, and still acted like a coquette. "Wait a minute," Jiahe burst into tears. It was the first time she found out that she had lost her love. She covered the phone, turned around and gave Yi Wenze a helpless expression, "It's still Qiaoqiao."
Yi Wenze smiled helplessly and kissed the tip of her nose: "Tell her, there will be no next time, and after ten o'clock in the future, the call time will be refused." Jiahe's heart was pounding, and the corners of his mouth stiffly picked up a smile: " Go to bed first, I'll call back to your room." He put away the computer for her and handed it to her: "Go to bed earlier."
It was not until she returned to the room that she leaned her back against the door and held the computer to calm down.
"Have I interrupted some wonderful plot? Screenwriter?" Qiaoqiao finally became sensitive.
"Someone Yi said, please don't call me after ten o'clock." Jiahe repeated it as it was, and threw himself on the bed.
"Ah," Qiaoqiao sighed meaningfully, "it's too early, your married life started too early, it's too much tossing."
Thinker
…
She suddenly discovered that everyone around her was talented in dialogue, except herself.
"Say, don't you want to talk?"
"I just want to tell you... In the past half hour, people all over the country have sent congratulatory messages to congratulate me on breaking up."
"So, is there a congratulatory message from Tianjin?"
Qiaoqiao smiled: "To be honest, how are you developing? What has it been?"
"Stop." Jiahe turned over, stared at the ceiling, muttered something untrue, and began to ramble about the chaos and complexity of these days, and finally Qiaoqiao concluded: "That is to say, you put a The most coveted boyfriend, as a shameful scandal, hidden?"
"What do you say..."
Jiahe reflected for a moment, is it okay? Those who have won five million are not all blocked by masks and glasses, for fear that others will know that they have been hit in the head by a pie? It should feel about the same, right
"Actually, I can understand how you feel," he began to do his due diligence, apparently forgetting his original intention of calling, "Being with such a person, you can't do anything that ordinary people can do, it sounds very dreamy. , living a very suffocating life. It's just the beginning, and he won't see anyone for a few months after filming, and he will have scandals all over the sky.
"Stop," Jiahe was a little absent-minded, "I don't need your guidance when it comes to your business."
What to say over there, she's just um, ah, in fact, people who have lost their love need one ear. Whether you persuade or not persuade, it will not help, whether you should be sad or sad, there is no effect at all.
Besides... She was full of what Yi Wenze just said.
"The "Yongan" media meeting is scheduled for next week, Beijing, were you still there?"
"It should still be there, the next drama is almost done, but the original author is more involved," Jiahe felt worried when he remembered this, "I didn't want to take this kind of adaptation. It is said that she is a beautiful writer. The book is not very popular, and she has a good temper."
Qiao Qiao gloated: "I told you earlier, the adaptation is done, and the credit goes to the original author. If the adaptation is not good, it is the screenwriter who is scolded." Jiahe is depressed: "What is the matter with the screenwriter? The screenwriter is just a typewriter, and the plot is completely involuntary.”
Ever since she received it, she had a certain feeling that this drama will never be peaceful.
After chatting on the phone until the sky was bright, Jiahe could only go to lunch with Yi Wenze with dark eyes. She thought while eating, it's actually not that bad. You see, ordinary people can't stand their own schedules as boyfriends. If they really find a place to sit in the office or something, they get up early every day without breakfast, and go to bed at night with empty space around them. Yes, it is estimated that the house will change in less than half a year...
She held the chopsticks in a daze.
"Did you sleep well last night?"
"Well," Jiahe then bit the fish on the chopsticks, and served him a bowl of soup while eating. The small white porcelain bowl was held in her hand, and she couldn't help curling her fingertips because it was hot. Quickly put it in front of him, "It burned me to death."
She pinched her ears and looked at him, watching him eat soup spoon by spoon.
In this hustle and bustle city, no matter whether your face is known to passersby or not, we all live the same life as others, we need to eat, and we also get sick. You see, how real
Exactly when he sighed, he suddenly felt his nose was hot, wiped it with his hands, and there was blood on his hands.
She was startled, Yi Wenze had already put down the bowl, and quickly dragged her to the bathroom to wash her nose with water in his hands: "Why is there a nosebleed all of a sudden?" Jiahe looked at the mirror depressedly, Yi Wen Ze has pinched the top of the bridge of her nose, making a funny move: "I don't know, it's probably too dry."
Spring mania ah spring mania.
Good thing it wasn't a nosebleed last night...
"Wash your hands yourself," he reminded her.
Jiahe snorted, and hurriedly turned on the faucet again and quickly washed his hands.
He just pinched it for two minutes before the bleeding stopped. He took out the cotton ball that came with the hotel and was about to plug it up for her. When Jiahe saw the tender pink cotton ball, he was completely embarrassed and didn't want to live or die.
Let her put a pink cotton ball in her nose and walk around in front of him
Ugly.
Yi Wenze smiled and bent over, carefully stuffing it for her: "It's beautiful, it suits you very well."
Jiahe's eyes were about to burst into flames: "Who looks good with cotton stuffed in their nose?"
"My girlfriend." He answered easily.
Jiahe wanted to reach out to take it, but he had already stopped him in advance: "Jiahe, I want to talk to you seriously." From the corners of his mouth to his eyes, a serious expression was completely drawn, and there was no questioning.
She was dumbfounded, no, she was so serious just for a cotton ball.
One second, two seconds, she was so nervous that her nose bleed again.
Unexpectedly, he suddenly smiled and hooked the tip of her nose lightly: "You will get sick in the future, you will definitely be pale and your hair will be messy, and it will be even uglier than it is now. Could it be that you will not see me?" Jiahe became dumb and thought about it. He thought it was right, and then he pulled her onto the sofa and sat down. "If one day you are pregnant, your body will be out of shape and your legs will be swollen. Could it be that you haven't seen me for ten months?"
With a bang, she was completely cooked.
From the face to the top of the head, it seemed to be steaming hot, but the person who spoke was still smiling at himself.
Jiahe bit the corner of his mouth, forcing himself to remain calm.
But this topic is too exciting, from a cotton ball to pregnancy...
She swears that Yi Wenze is definitely a master of romance.
Why didn't I find out earlier
Jiahe always felt that something had changed between the two of them since the cotton gate. It's like he stepped off the screen and stopped playing the prince who kissed the princess. He gave her not only the kiss movie popcorn, but also cotton balls... Eh, why do I always think of cotton balls.
He has only had nosebleeds three or two times in his life, and he has seen it.
Jiahe bit the chocolate and silently glanced at the person who was standing by the window on the phone, only to feel that his nose was warm... After wiping it with his hand, he immediately ran into the bathroom with dark eyes.