When the two of them let go, they were both out of breath. Liang Yin's eyes were covered with mist, and Zhou Jianchen's face was also flushed.
Zhou Jianchen didn't 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, her chest was heaving, but her face was full of shame.
Just now he kissed all the way, she dodged all the way, and finally had no way to retreat, so she could only respond with her head raised. The lips and teeth kept intertwining, and all the whispers were swallowed up until dizzy.
The distance between the two was less than half a foot, Zhou Jianchen suddenly smiled and said, "My name is Brother Chen."
Just now she called him "Zhou Jianchen" over and over again, with a pleading and seductive trill, which caused him to lose control several times, but now that I think about it, I only want her to call him "Brother Chen".
Thinking about her appearance just now, Liang Yin became even more ashamed. Seeing that he still wanted to tease her, she just pushed his chest and replied in a low voice: "Don't bark." Then she shrank back. He was so close to her, it always felt like he might come again at any moment.
Sensing her intention, Zhou Jianchen smiled even more happily, but then suddenly lowered his head and pecked her on the mouth.
Liang Yin was caught off guard, and when she realized it, she hurriedly covered her lips again, "Don't do it again." Her lips hurt a little from the kiss.
Zhou Jianchen was a little bit reluctant, but seeing her being on guard, he had no choice but to hold the back of her hand and kiss her, then let go of the shackles on her and sat up straight, "Okay, I won't come."
Her lips were fatally attractive to him, and he couldn't stop, wishing he could just keep kissing like this.
Seeing that he was obedient, Liang Yin also sat up straight. All the dizziness subsided a little, and she felt a little embarrassed. They are like those eighteen or nineteen-year-old children falling in love, he fools around, and she fools around with him.
Look at the time, it's almost eight o'clock, and the kiss lasted for more than ten minutes...
He sighed at his absurdity in his heart, fearing that it would be too late for him to go back, he said again: "It's getting late, I'll go back first."
Staying here, I'm afraid there will be another "accident".
Zhou Jianchen glanced at his phone, "It's not even eight o'clock yet."
Liang Yin looked at him, blinked and replied, "But I'm a little tired."
Seeing that she was really tired, Zhou Jianchen softened up again. She did get up at five o'clock this morning, and today's scene is quite heavy.
But I still feel sad.
Not wanting to let her go, but not daring to let her not go, he went back and forth a thousand times, his heart was so entangled that it melted into a sigh.
"Then let me hug you again." In the end, he just said so again.
Liang Yin saw that he opened his arms, so he also reached out to hug him.
Zhou Jianchen hugged her tightly and buried his head in the hollow of her neck. Liang Yin flinched for a moment, then quickly said, "We'll see you again tomorrow."
He is really like a child, he doesn't speak, but he is full of grievances.
Zhou Jianchen sighed again, although he could see her tomorrow, but there are people around him.
For the first time, he felt that time was so short, wishing that this moment could stop forever.
Liang Yin patted him, then let go of him, "Okay, you also need to have a good rest."
Zhou Jianchen still didn't speak, just lowered his head and zipped her down jacket again. When she got out of the car just now, the down jacket was just pulled open.
The down jacket was half-length, and the zipper was pulled up all the way, stopping at the chest, and then quickly pulled to the neck.
"Don't catch a cold." He said sullenly.
Liang Yin was very thin, but her chest was a plump C-CUP, and she was wearing a dark green tight-fitting sweater, with particularly exquisite curves.
"Yeah." Liang Yin replied, watching him zip her up, he felt a surge of warmth in his heart.
How could he be so good.
"Then I'll go down first." She turned around and opened the armrest, then turned her head and said.
"En." Zhou Jianchen nodded, but he was so reluctant, and his eyes were full of reluctance.
Seeing this, Liang Yin thought for a while, then suddenly leaned over and kissed him on the lips, then turned back and opened the car door.
"Good night." She smiled and closed the car door with smiles in her eyes.
Seeing this, Zhou Jianchen froze on the spot, touched the part of his mouth where she had just kissed, wanted to be angry, but laughed again, took out his mobile phone and sent another message, "Come back if you have the ability."
Run away after teasing, you are so brave.
When Liang Yin saw the news, he also smiled, looked back, and then just replied, "See you tomorrow~"
Zhou Jianchen looked and looked, and couldn't help patting the steering wheel.
— don't try to fall asleep tonight!
Liang Yin went up in the elevator, but met the assistant director and his party again.
"Hey Yinyin, did you just come back, why are you so happy?" the assistant director asked.
There was a smile on her face, and her eyes were bright and moving.
Liang Yin accepted it, and then replied, "Well, I just sent a message to a friend."
Speaking of "friends", her heart froze again.
Zhou Jianchen, is she her boyfriend now
Thinking in his heart, the smile that was about to be put away could not help showing from his eyes.
…
The next day, Liang Yin woke up early again, and Zhou Jianchen had already sent a message, "Missing you" all over the screen. Taking a closer look, there is still a message sent in the middle of the night, which is still "missing you".
Really a night owl.
After packing up and getting into the car, Liang Yin opened Weibo again. Sure enough, it was posted on Weibo again in the early hours of last night.
Zhou Jianchen: I can't sleep tonight.
I really wish I could tell the world.
Liang Yin thought for a while, and replied "Night Owl".
This was the first time she replied to his Weibo, and it was expected that she would soon disappear in the tide of his comments.
This Weibo has over 100,000 comments. In addition to marveling at "Brother Chen has insomnia" and wondering "Why did Brother Chen suffer from insomnia" and coincidentally "I can't sleep with Brother Chen" are the ones after the last Weibo. continue. Everyone is still concerned about his injury, and they are also still concerned about "why is Brother Chen so happy".
Fortunately, Zhou Jianchen did not reply.
I glanced at the front page, and the topic about Qiao Shan was still there, and it became more and more serious. Even her original appearance in school and all kinds of bad deeds in the past were revealed.
Liang Yin was still a little surprised, but seeing that the set was about to arrive, she just quit Weibo and stopped watching.
I chatted with Zhou Jianchen for a while last night, so that she didn't have time to memorize her lines today.
Today's lines are long and long.
Zhou Jianchen was sitting on the hospital bed and scrolling through Weibo. It was not yet dawn, but he couldn't fall asleep again. Excited, I just thought that the time would pass quickly, and I hurried back to the set after hanging the last two bottles of water.
Suddenly, a comment came across.
owl
Looking at the portrait, he frowned slightly again.
It's an overseas account, but it has thousands of fans, and there are quite a few people who follow it. Apart from a few directors and producers in the entertainment industry, and a few veteran actors, he and Rong Xin are also among them; other than that, It is a series of popular science numbers and academic numbers. Each click is a well-known existence in the industry, and the scope is quite wide, including international, economics, Spanish, photography, Chinese studies, painting, sculpture, and even medicine, geography and astronomy. She even followed official accounts such as the Communist Youth League, and even several non-profit organizations.
There are not many microblogs posted, the frequency is about one or two a month. In addition to forwarding public welfare activities and microblogs representing political positions, it is to share some niche but practical things. There are also some photos I took by myself, but they are all landscape photos and still lifes, and there are occasional people, but they are all pedestrians passing by or smiling foreign children. There is also a picture of a foreign old man, wearing a neat suit, holding a cane in his hand, standing on the wide lawn, although he is old, he is a gentleman.
It looks like the last century.
Not a single picture of myself.
Zhou Jianchen turned over one by one, but there was a smile in his eyes.
On the head portrait, there was a woman standing barefoot by the sea, wearing a white dress, leaning sideways, her hair covering her face, but he recognized who she was at a glance.
After thinking about it, he clicked his attention.
If you pay attention wrong, count him as a loser.