The staff at the scene didn't know what he was doing, only Teng Wen's eyes flashed, as if he was aware of something, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he took the intercom and said, "Prepare."
Everyone is in place.
Cen Feng sat down at the dining table, and a few seconds later, the depressed and numb look returned to his face.
The director said: "Action!"
He calmly picked up the burger on the table, opened his mouth and bit down like a normal lunch. The hard coffee candy slid down the bread into the mouth and made a clicking sound when it touched the teeth.
His thin back trembled, his haggard face turned pale almost instantaneously, and huge pain surged in his sluggish eyes. After retching, he leaned forward sharply, and he didn't even have time to pounce on the trash can. , Spit directly on the ground.
Everyone can see that this is different from the previous fake vomiting. He really vomited.
His slender fingers gripped the corner of the dining table tightly, and the back of his hand was bruised. He half-kneeled on the ground and threw out all the food he had eaten today. In the end, only a wave of retching was left.
Everyone at the scene couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, and several of them couldn't stand it, and went straight out.
Teng Wen was very satisfied with the state this time, and it took a long time before he shouted: "Ka, it's gone."
When the voice fell, a figure in the crowd almost flew over.
Cen Feng still knelt on the ground and didn't slow down, his body trembled, his nausea circling, his throat was bitter and sore, and his face was full of tears.
The physiological nausea and fear are like a big airtight net from under the hood, wrapping him up, leaving no gaps for breathing, forcing him to suffocate.
The trembling body was suddenly hugged by a small embrace.
He smelled the familiar cold scent of cedar, sandwiching the girl's body temperature, like the smell of being sunburned.
She heard her sobbing voice: "Brother, is there anything wrong with you? Isn't it uncomfortable? Let's go to the hospital, I will call the doctor..."
The ground was dirty, all remnants of vomiting.
She didn't care at all.
Kneeling in front of him, embracing him in his arms, crying and gently patting his trembling back.
Cen Feng buried her neck in her neck, closed her eyes, and said softly, "I'm fine."
Like sunlight tore through the darkness, he struggled out of the suffocating net.
He straightened up and sat up, trying to wipe the tears from her face, but when he thought that his hands were not clean, he took it back, turned his head slightly and said in a dumb voice, "Hey, don't cry."
Xu Jiexing suddenly reached out his hand to hold his face, and while sobbing, he tugged at the cuffs to help him wipe the dirt off the corners of his mouth.
Cen Feng's body became stiff, fingers pinched her wrist, and her voice hadn't recovered from vomiting, and she looked very hoarse: "Don't touch it, it's dirty."
She pressed her lips tightly without speaking, and stubbornly wiped off the stains on his face.
You Tao poured a cup of hot water and ran over, and the rest of the staff also stepped forward to clean up. Cen Feng took the water cup and walked to the bathroom with toiletries in it. It took ten minutes to clean it and walk out.
Xu Caixing stood outside against the wall, the tears on his face were not dry, and his eyes were flushed. When he came out, he quickly walked over: "Brother, is it better? Is it still uncomfortable?"
He smiled and shook his head: "It's okay." He took her hand hanging beside him naturally and pulled her to the bathroom. "The sleeves are all dirty."
Xu Jiexing hadn't recovered from his distress, and said in a dull voice, "It's okay."
Cen Feng turned on the hot water and squeezed some hand sanitizer on her palm. After rubbing out the bubbles, she pulled her hand and wrapped it in her palm to help her wash her hands, and then wiped the cuffs with a wet towel. Stains.
Xu Zhixing stood there, staring at him motionless, watching tears come out again.
Cen Feng wiped the water off her hands with a towel, and turned around to find the little girl crying again.
She didn't cry, as if she didn't even know that she was crying, she cried silently.
His eyes darkened, he held her hand to draw her closer, leaned over slightly, and wiped her tears lightly, "What's the matter?"
She shook her head and still did not speak, but the tears flowed more and more fiercely.
Cen Feng sighed, reached out and pressed her into his arms. She buried her in his chest, her stingy voice intermittently, and it took a long time before she finally cried out.
While crying, he asked, "Brother, are you allergic to coffee sugar?"
After a while, his gentle voice sounded over his head: "I liked to eat sweets when I was a child, but he didn't buy them for me. I just want to make money when I grow up, and I have to buy a lot of sweets."
The sobbing became quieter, she rubbed his chest and raised her head slightly.
Through this angle, only his thin jaw and green stubble can be seen.
"One year, the mayor gave a can of coffee candies, and he said that he would sell it for money and not let me eat it. But I was too hungry at that time, so I secretly opened and ate two of them while he was not at home, but he found out. NS."
Xu Jiexing's eyes widened slightly, two small hands were still pulling the corners of his clothes, but his body straightened up, staring at him in a daze.
Cen Feng lowered his head and smiled at her: "Of course I was beaten, and he was stuffed with coffee candy. From then on, I can't eat candy anymore."
The tears that she had stopped gushing out again.
She always thought he loved sweets.
He likes to eat sweets. Fans always give him a lot of sweets. He never said he didn't like it, and he would accept it with a smile every time. She remembered that year, she even left a big can of fruit candy in the grocery store, asking the lady boss to give him one every day.
Why is she so annoying.
Cen Feng stretched out his thumb and wiped the corners of her eyes, in a low and serious voice, "I still have a lot of unbearable pasts, I can tell you. But that's not to make you sad, you know?"
Xu Qixing's eyes were red: "Why is that?"
He stroked her cheek with his fingertips, and when he lowered his head, he gently kissed her wet eyes: "To share my life with you."
The past that he felt painful just thinking about, now he can speak so peacefully.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly.
After staring at him for a long time, he suddenly stood on tiptoe, stretched out his hands and hugged his neck, almost hanging on his body. Cen Feng bends down subconsciously, she pads her feet, raises her head and kisses the corner of his lips, her voice is choked and soft: "I love you."
He froze.
After the kiss, she lowered her head a little embarrassedly, and landed on her heels. The next moment, Cen Feng held her waist with both hands and lifted her up. When she reacted, she was already sitting on the sink.
With his hands still hanging on his neck, he pinched her waist and pressed it very closely, and when he lowered his head, he pressed her forehead, and his breath was entangled. She was very uncomfortable in this sitting position, with her legs hanging, and subconsciously hooking him with her legs.
So the two posted closer.
Xu Jiexing blushed at once.
Hear him asking in a low voice: "Do you want to understand?"
She was very nervous and wanted to take her hand back, but he pinched her waist to prevent her from moving, and pressed her waist like a mess.
Xu Dixing's voice trembled: "No... No! Not yet!"
He laughed: "Then what did you kiss me just now?"
Xu Jixing closed his eyes tightly, the roots of his eyelashes were trembling, and he stammered: "For a moment... I can't help it..."
As soon as he finished speaking, his lips were bitten.
Compared with the previous kiss, he was less restrained this time, pinching her waist with one hand and supporting her head with one hand, so that she had to maintain a catering posture.
The whole air was full of his scent, and Xu Jiexing was so dizzy by the kiss that he almost collapsed in his arms.
He held her, touched her nose with the tip of his nose, and said in a dull voice: "It's hard to control it for a while."
She was so embarrassed that she was about to burn.
Just then someone knocked on the door, and You Tao's voice came in: "Boss, Director Teng is calling you."
Xu Zhixing wanted to jump down in a panic, Cen Feng pressed her shoulder and said calmly: "I see."
After finishing speaking, she took her off the sink, then turned her back and whispered: "You go out first, and I will wash my face."
Xu Jiexing took two deep breaths, feeling that he was walking in the air. When the door was opened, You Tao stood outside, glanced at her, and said meaningfully: "Miss, you should go to the window to get some air first."
Xu Zhixing buried his head and rushed to the window.
The sound of water in the bathroom rang for a while, and Cen Feng's hands were flushed red by the cold water, but he didn't care, he threw two hands of cold water on his face, looked up in the mirror, and waited for the lust in his eyes to subside before finally turning around and walking out. .
The living room has been cleaned up. Director Teng pulls him to the screen and points to him with excitement: "You have performed very well. Look at your real stress response, it's great."
He patted Cen Feng's shoulder with emotion on his face: "Dedicating yourself to art, I admire your professionalism, and you have worked so hard."
Cen Feng smiled and shook his head.
When Xu Jiexing came back with a breath of breath, the shots of eating hamburgers had been completed. Cen Feng vomited and felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach, and Teng Wen moved his play back to let him rest for a while.
The dumplings in the lounge were already cold. After this time, Xu Zaixing couldn’t let him eat dumplings anymore, and asked You Tao to buy porridge and stomach medicine. He waited for Cen Feng to lie down on the sofa in the lounge and cover him. Good quilt, and pour hot water for him to drink.
Seeing the appearance of idol frowning slightly because of the twitching in his stomach, Xu Jiexing was so distressed that he could not pay attention to the shameful scene just now, and sat down beside him, rubbing his two small hands together vigorously. , Rubbing it until his palms were almost red, he quickly reached out from his jacket, palms facing down, and covered his stomach with a thin layer of vest.
The heat of the palm of his hand penetrated into his stomach through the clothes, and after going back and forth several times, Cen Feng felt that he really didn't feel that uncomfortable anymore.
Seeing his eyebrows gradually loosen, Xu Jiexing was relieved. Just as he was about to take his hand out from under his clothes, Cen Feng raised his hand to pinch her wrist.
Xu Jiexing shook, and subconsciously said, "Four months have not yet arrived!"
He couldn't help laughing.
The palm loosened her wrist, but didn't let her go. Instead, she held her fingers, still pressing on her stomach. He closed his eyes slightly, as if he was a little sleepy, and his voice was lazy, "Well, there are still two months left, no hurry."
Xu Zhixing lowered his head and peeped at him secretly.
He seems to be really sleepy, his eyelashes are gently resting on his eyelids.
She did not dare to move the palm of her hand against his stomach, for fear of awakening him, but her fingers inevitably touched his abdominal muscles.
Although it is separated by a layer of fabric, it still feels good.
After a while, she heard that his breathing was long and steady, as if he was asleep, so restrained and careful thinking became active, and her little hand sneaked down and completely touched her coveted abdominal muscles.
Grass, it feels so fucking good!
How to train this figure is amazing!
Xu Jiexing pressed his palm on his abdominal muscles and didn't want to leave.
I was thinking about it, and suddenly I heard idol say: "You only have one month to touch one minute for a day."
Xu Dixing:! ! !
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