Yi Wenze didn't look up and continued to read the manual.
Jiahe poked him again, and then he looked up at her, Jiahe whispered, "Who is it?"
With a click, the water just flipped the switch, and he poured half a glass of water: "The sound is not very impressive, it may be from the crew." Jiahe snorted: "Maybe I have something to do with you, go and have a look." She said When it was over, I felt my breath was sour.
The door was knocked twice again, really not giving up.
"Go," Jiahe said to the gate, "you can't sleep without seeing you." After she finished speaking, she walked across the corridor, sat on the bed, and picked up the remote control to turn on the TV.
As soon as he finished speaking, he really went to open the door.
Damn, when I'm dead... Jiahe gritted his teeth secretly.
The lights in the hallway were dim, and the person standing at the door was the young woman Yi Wenze helped last night. She seemed to have taken a shower just now, with long hair reaching her waist, with a slight wash of sheen.
"Mr. Yi, you haven't slept yet?"
Nonsense, I was woken up by you when I fell asleep.
Jiahe slandered to himself, quietly rubbed to the side, thinking that you dare to take a step closer, I will... I will... What should I do
It can't be too violent. If it attracts gossip, won't it damage Yi Wenze's image
Don't hold back too much, if you are so easy to talk, wouldn't you be knocking on the door every night when you leave
Yi Wenze didn't answer, but went straight in: "Is something wrong?"
"It's nothing," the woman smiled, "I want to ask how Mr. Yi's arm injury is."
hurt
Jiahe's heart thumped, and he took another step forward, not even blinking his eyes, lest he hear something he shouldn't hear, and he would repeat the same mistakes for many years. Looking past the building where the magazine used to be, she saw a silent kiss in the pantry, and suddenly a voice whispered in her heart.
Jiahe, to protect happiness, to protect happiness.
"Thank you," Yi Wenze smiled politely, "If it's alright, my daughter..." Before he could finish speaking, he felt a sudden warmth on his waist and was wrapped around him from behind, and a very gentle voice said, "Husband , toothache..."
He lowered his head, watched her get out from under his arm, and said with a smile, "Hello, do you want to come in and sit? We haven't slept yet." He wanted to reject this woman in front of her, but sometimes, She can always do things that she can't even imagine.
The dim lights of the corridor, like the hustle and bustle of night. The warm yellow light behind him is like a wall lamp at home.
The woman froze completely, seeing Yi Wenze lower her head to look at the person in her arms, and there was a tenderness in her smile. He coughed lightly, and suddenly had an impulse, but he couldn't tell what he wanted to do.
In the end, he held her hand and closed the door: "Isn't it a toothache? Go take medicine first."
Jiahe saw that he didn't even say a single extra sentence, and just slammed into the door like this, but he was a little stupid. What's up with him? Not like him? … He picked up the tablet and held the water in his arms.
There was a very slight sound, just as the tin foil was crushed, Jiahe naturally stretched out his hand to take the medicine, but he squeezed a piece of medicine and stuffed it into his mouth very gently.
Dismantling medicine, feeding medicine, all in one go.
She wanted to ask the woman with a cold face why she came in the middle of the night, but she didn't live up to her expectations, and most of her anger was extinguished because of such a move: "Where are you hurt? Why didn't you tell me?" She pulled Yi Wen up. Ze's right sleeve checked to see that there was no wound, and then to the left, only to see a deep cut.
Look at the color, that is, the injury in the past two days.
"It was cut by a prop, it's not serious." He put down his cuff, but she was holding it down again: "Yi Wenze."
This was the first time she called him by name and surname, but it really made him stunned, and then smiled and carried her to the bar to sit: "So serious, what do you want to say?"
"I have to tell you very seriously," she held her breath, sitting in such a position that she could look him in the eye, "you made a very serious mistake."
He smiled without saying a word, looking at her openly.
"I don't think you are looking at our relationship. We are not acting in an idol drama, we just need to share great joy and sorrow. If you see my toothache, you will also accompany me to see the doctor, but you are injured, let alone a major injury or a minor injury. , not telling me the first time is the biggest mistake."
The more Jiahe talked, the more aggrieved he felt, and then he felt bitterness in his mouth. When he remembered that there was still medicine in his mouth, he immediately frowned and swallowed the melted medicine after drinking three sips of water: "It's so bitter..." Painful and painful, painful to die.
It was when he was composing the next negotiating language, but he was suddenly hugged and gagged.
There was still a lot of bitterness on the tip of his tongue, but he was completely entangled with himself as if he didn't feel it. What, what... Suddenly this happened, the remaining consciousness kept echoing this question, her back was against the mirror, she pressed one hand on the table, and the medicine board happened to be under the palm of her hand.
She clenched her fists subconsciously, squeezing the tablet so hard. More than a month, thirty-four days, such a short period of time, how could it seem like I haven't seen each other in a lifetime, and even this kiss has become unfamiliar and hot. She closed her eyes tightly, forgot to torment her toothache, and tried to respond to him, but he suddenly left, propped up the mirror behind her with one hand, and calmed her impulse.
He has been injured countless times on the set, but this time he has never felt it before, until he bandaged the wound and received a text message from her, and he was suddenly hesitant. Do you want to heal the injury before letting her come
Unexpectedly, her reaction was so big.
"Still suffering?" he asked.
Jiahe hummed in confusion, he pressed it up again, and continued to brush her lips and teeth with the tip of his tongue very slowly. As she was absorbing more and more deeply, she heard him say it was time to go to bed. From the bar to the bed, she was hugged by his waist, and he had already lost her temper. In the end, she just lay obediently on his arm, doing her final struggle: "I haven't finished speaking yet."
"Let's talk." His hand slid into the bottom of his shirt from behind, and every inch he moved was gentle and focused.
you... let me say...
Jiahe looked at him sadly.
"What's wrong?" He lowered his head and bit the tip of her ear.
The warm breath, smeared around the ears and neck, quietly disintegrated and quietly penetrated.
She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate: "Even if you cut your hand with a nail clipper in the future, you must report it to me."
"It shouldn't be very good." He followed the arc of her neck and kissed her collarbone. "It's easier for you to do this kind of thing."
She almost choked to death: "I'm just making an analogy..." Yi Wenze hummed: "Understood." Then he pulled the deep-colored thin quilt over the two of them, and began to continue his work in an orderly manner. .
There are so-called TV dramas flashing on the screen, nothing more than love, extramarital affairs with third parties, this kind of dog blood family drama is really a hot theme that has remained unchanged for thousands of years. Accompanied by sobbing cries, the protagonist was in tears and asked: Why can't you stand the temptation? Is five years of marriage better than people who have known each other for a few days.
It's really... just as it should be.
Jiahe tried his best to seize the last sanity and grabbed his wrist: "I didn't say I'm not angry, but it's just that the external troubles are solved first, then the internal troubles." He put her in his arms: "Where are the external troubles? "
She bit her lower lip, almost feeling his urge, she closed her eyes red-faced, and muttered that you are so kind to everyone, you are just trying to attract butterflies, and there is no difference between me and others. Yi Wenze smiled and asked her in a low voice, do you think I would do this to others
Maybe, she is still hard-mouthed, but a little softer. He finally felt helpless and began to try to make her relax. I would never interrupt work calls for anyone, and I would never take the initiative to let people live at home, nor would I ever face the media for others, and I would never take me with you all the time. A person, reluctant to let her go... The skin is close to each other, I can't tell who was hot like fire first, but in the end, it is completely blended.
She would be afraid and apprehensive, but she still did not refuse, her hands gradually hugged his back, feeling the heat in her palms, and the breathing in her ears fluctuated obviously. It hurts a bit, but it is more unbearable, very gentle, but also torture.
Every second is a year of suffering.
He suddenly became quiet and looked at her for a moment, Jiahe opened his eyes in confusion.
Wife, come back to New Zealand with me, okay? His voice was inexplicably low, bewitching and seductive. As if someone was pinching the tip of her heart, she choked her breath and hummed slowly. Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly grabbed the skin under her hands, almost digging into it...
Very late at night, she was almost completely in his arms. The more she thought about it, the more sinister he felt, and she squeezed his arm fiercely. He moved very lightly, but did not hide: "It seems that the wound will take a few more days." She pulled back her hand like an electric shock, "Where did you pinch you?"
Yi Wenze didn't answer, he just laughed in a low voice, which was very intoxicating.
The TV was still on, I don't know what program it switched to, there was no dialogue, but there was a lot of background sound. Jiahe sounded strange, but he would rather lie in his arms sweating all over than dare to look up at his face. He just asked curiously in a sullen voice, what is on the TV, and the sound is so strange
He glanced at the TV lightly, then tightened the hand around her waist, rolled over and pressed her under him again, and whispered, Midnight Adult Show. You, what do you want? Jiahe almost made a sound, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, his slightly recovered sanity was completely shattered by him, annihilated and sinking...
At the end of the day, she tried her best to look at the TV, and she was immediately furious. It was obviously a folk music concert! Yi Wenze hummed, and hugged her in his arms, even sticking her hands and feet together, watching the show at midnight.
unacceptable…
The eyelids were as heavy as a thousand jins, so she could only shrink in his arms and cursed a few words before falling asleep.
But after sleeping for a while, he was already cold all over.
Jiahe struggled to wake up from the dream, heard the door open softly, and asked confusedly, "What time is it?" A voice came from behind, very close: "Six o'clock." It's so early... Jiahe felt His head was swollen and his body was so sore that he was about to die, but he still asked in his ear, "Does it still hurt?"
Can... can it not hurt? Jiahe closed his eyes tightly and hummed.
"Would you like to take medicine?" He seemed to walk away from the bed, and then heard the sound of water being poured and boiled. Only then did Jia He understand what he was asking, and he felt embarrassed from head to toe.