No one has ever tied her hair before, so Qiao Moyu shrank her neck unconsciously.
Behind him, the man's voice was low and fell in his ears, only they could hear each other.
He said, "Don't move, there's a hair scorched by the fire, I'll help you get the scorched ends off."
Qiao Moyu didn't move, she only felt that her hair was pulled slightly. It didn't hurt, just a little itchy.
"Okay." He said, leaning forward, brushing his arm over her shoulder, and looking at the grill: "Are you ready?"
"Well, it's almost there." Qiao Moyu said, turning the fish over.
She thought about what happened just now, and then realized something, and turned her head: "Ye Yingdi, thank you just now." In the firelight, her cheeks seemed to be plated with a layer of gold.
Ye Peicheng stared at Qiao Moyu for half a second, then turned his eyes away and looked at the fire: "Moyu, why are you always so polite?"
Qiao Moyu was stunned, and then said, "I think it's polite."
Ye Peicheng was choked by her words, he chuckled lightly: "No need."
Qiao Moyu was a little confused about the situation, but then she drifted away to make her forget everything.
The grilled fish is almost ready, and the fire is gradually extinguished. It is just right to use the residual temperature of the fire to dry the water of the fish, so that it tastes more crispy, and the small spines can be chewed and swallowed directly.
Qiao Moyu turned around and started making marinade, pouring sauce on the crispy fish that was fried just now.
Opposite, the photographers of one group and two groups swallowed and their eyes turned green.
Qiao Moyu put all the things on the simple folding table, and said to Ye Peicheng and Qin Qianqian, "We three groups are having dinner!"
On the table, on the large plate, the fried golden fish is poured with juice and sprinkled with chopped green onion, which is particularly attractive. Next to it, the fish soup in the big bowl was boiled to a milky white color, like milk, and there were also finely chopped green onions floating on it.
Qiao Moyu also took off the two fish from the grill, cut them into sections, and gave one section to Ye Peicheng first, and said with a smile, "Emperor Ye, try it!"
After that, he gave it to Qin Qianqian: "Qianqian, are you starving? Don't worry, so much will definitely feed you!"
At this moment, the fans in the live broadcast room are about to cry—
"Ah, my brother Yu smiled at Qianqian again, and said he wanted to feed Qianqian!"
"Why did I just have a male god, and the male god was taken away by another woman?! Brother Wuliyu, I'm going to die of sadness!"
"Hate Qianqian! Coquettish and cheap. Emoticon of goods.JPG"
"Hate Qianqian! Coquettish and cheap. Emoticon of goods.JPG"
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In the frantic swiping, a discordant barrage appeared:
"Why does my actor, Miss Moyu and Qianqian eat together like a family of three?"
"It's really similar, but Qianqian looks like a giant baby!"
"It's a pity that there are still hosts and photographers, otherwise I'll just YY they are a warm picture of a family of three!"
"I've automatically blocked other people, haha, suddenly I'm a little fan of the actor's husband and sister Moyu's CP? How did I break the CP? I used to let no one get involved with my actor's husband!"
"Upstairs, I feel the same as you! Miss Moyu can go to the hall, go down to the kitchen, move girls on her back, beat hooligans, catch big fish, and split wood, that's all. The goddess is worthy of my actor husband!"
"Yes, yes, if my husband and Moyu are CPs, I can still accept it reluctantly, and forget about the others!"
"Haha, did the other people upstairs say that one group and two groups drink the northwest wind?"
"Shh, they have a lot of fans, let's not start a war, I'm going to get out! I'm going to YY my Chenyu (Chengyu) CP!"
At this moment, on the table, the host held a piece of braised fish with chopsticks, and her eyes lit up: "Moyu, why are you so virtuous? It's so delicious! Moyu, do you have a boyfriend? No, do you have a girlfriend? What do you think about me?"
Beside, Qin Qianqian joked: "I want to marry too, let's PK!"
The photographer who broke in: "Count me in!"
"Are you willing to join the family?" the host teased, "I'm afraid your old mother doesn't agree?"
"Moyu, I'll take my mother with me, okay?" the photographer asked eagerly.
Qiao Moyu smiled and took a piece of fish to Ye Peicheng, who was a little further away from the crispy fish.
"Thank you." He smiled at her from a distance.
Compared with the liveliness here, the other two groups were speechless.
The fish soup on Xing Wanshuang's side was also boiled. In order to make the soup a little meaty, they boiled the little fish that was less than a tael into slag.
However, the fish soup is still not blanched, with only a few oil beads on it, which is particularly touching.
On the other side, the three of Qiao Ruohuan were sitting together and chatting in a low voice. Although they tried their best to appear comfortable, the eyes that drifted to Qiao Moyu from time to time still revealed their empty stomachs.
Xing Yichen's figure is well managed, but that figure is not achieved by starving himself all the year round. He always has his own plans, never blindly diets, and never misses three meals a day.
But today, he was expecting to have a dinner in the woods with Qiao Ruohuan. He didn't even drink coffee on the plane, but only drank a little water, but he didn't expect that when he arrived, he was faced with no rice.
Opposite, the laughter of Qiao Moyu and the others came from time to time, and he suddenly realized that today's Qiao Moyu didn't seem to have greeted him from beginning to end.
Are you really going to get up close to the big tree in Ye Peicheng, or are you playing a hard-to-get game
In Xing Yichen's cognition, Qiao Moyu has always loved him to the point of dust, and this concept is deeply ingrained, so after a little thought, he suddenly understood.
Perhaps, she was deliberately showing her closeness to Ye Peicheng in front of him, so that he could notice her.
However, it seemed that she had succeeded, and for the first time he was willing to give her a second look.
The program group is cruel. No matter whether the other groups have anything to eat, they must wait until the group that is still eating has finished eating before they can leave.
At the end of her meal, Qiao Moyu was a little stretched. She stood up and remembered that Qin Qianqian's ankle was not yet healed, so she squatted down in front of Qin Qianqian again: "Qianqian, I'll carry you."
It's just that the photographer next to him, who was short-suffering, came over and said, "Come on, it's a mountain road for a while, how can there be any reason for girls to work? Moyu, just help me get the photographic equipment."
Qiao Moyu thanked him and was about to pick up the equipment when Ye Peicheng picked up the camera and tripod: "I'll come."
Qiao Moyu wasn't used to being put on the air, because she always felt that she was the one who did the physical work.
She clapped her hands and walked beside Ye Peicheng a little not used to it.
Later, the other two groups of photographers took on the responsibility of following the shots.
Everyone used flashlights and headed towards the guest house under the leadership of the village chief.
The mountain road ahead was a little uneven, the photographer didn't pay attention to his feet, and accidentally stumbled forward and hit Ye Peicheng. The equipment in Ye Peicheng's hand was hit to the ground, so he bent over to pick it up.
But at this moment, he felt a pain in his hand and couldn't help groaning.
Aside, Qiao Moyu has sharp eyes and exclaimed: "Snake!"
Ye Peicheng had already stood up. Under the moonlight, his right index finger was bitten by two small blood holes. There were only two or three drops of blood, but it seemed to be a little dark.
Qiao Moyu was beside him, frowning: "It seems like a poisonous snake!"
When everyone in the program group heard it, they immediately panicked.
However, there was still no reaction from everyone, Qiao Moyu had already clasped Ye Peicheng's wrist with one hand, she clasped it tightly, and the other hand slid down from the wrist, following the meridians, squeezing the blood from Ye Peicheng's hand to him. index finger.
Suddenly, blood fell drop by drop, the color from dark to light.
However, because the blood hole is very small, after a few drops, it can no longer be forced out gradually. Seeing this, Qiao Moyu lifted Ye Peicheng's hand and put it to her mouth.
He suddenly understood what she was going to do, and hurriedly pulled out his hands: "You will be poisoned!" Because, just a few seconds later, Ye Peicheng clearly felt his palms start to go numb. The feeling was too clear. Obviously, the poison of this snake is not strong. Low.
But he was about to withdraw his hand, but she held it tightly, and the soft and delicate touch seemed to contain the strength of perseverance.
Qiao Moyu raised her eyes, and the bright moon reflected in her eyes: "Trust me, no."
He believed her inexplicably, and when he was astonished, she had put his hand to his mouth to help him suck out the poisonous blood.
The people around were already in a mess, but the two in the center were exceptionally quiet.
Ye Peicheng saw the girl who lowered her head to reach her shoulders, her forehead was smooth and full, she looked serious, as if he had become her whole world.
As she vomited out the poisonous blood, Ye Peicheng felt that the numbness in his palm dissipated little by little, the touch changed from dull to clear, the fingertips that had been stiff, could now clearly feel Qiao Moyu's soft lips. The feeling of sucking on the flap, she seemed to be charged, and every time she touched him, it caused a shudder.
The shudder emanated from the fingertips, hit the heart, passed through the spine, and then spread to the limbs.
He looked down at the top of her furry head, breathing a little lighter because of the softness of the collapsed heart somewhere.
Until, Qiao Moyu spit out the last mouthful of poisonous blood, raised her eyes, and smiled at Ye Peicheng: "Okay!"
Perhaps because the toxins remaining on the tip of her tongue eroded her senses, her speech was a little slurred, and with her soft voice, it sounded like a little milky voice.
Ye Peicheng felt his heart skip a beat, and his Adam's apple rolled: "Thank you."
She smiled again, her eyes curved like the bright moon in the sky: "You're welcome!"
At this time, everyone around came over and nervously asked Ye Peicheng if he was okay.
On the hand, the blood hole no longer bleeds, not even the swelling, but the touch she left is still etched to the bone.
Seeing that Ye Peicheng was really fine, everyone surrounded Qiao Moyu, and for a while, they all sighed in admiration.
Qiao Moyu's tongue gradually improved, and she spoke a lot more quickly. She explained with a smile, "I've been to the mountains before, and I've encountered similar situations. That's how I dealt with it."
When Qiao Ruohuan heard this, she couldn't help but look at Qiao Moyu a few more times. She couldn't help thinking, Qiao Moyu has been in the mountains before? Why is it different from what she understands
Just thinking about it, she turned her eyes and found that Xing Yichen's eyes had been falling on Qiao Moyu's body, and she didn't move away for a moment. What is the emotion in those eyes
surprise? disappointment? Confused? miss? and other...
But there is no such unabashed disgust in the past.