Looking at the red wine bottles scattered around the bed, Xia Wan'er felt a slight headache.
She clearly remembered that she only drank one sip last night, so how come it became several bottles
After repeatedly confirming that this was indeed his room, he lowered his head and pulled back the quilt to check that his clothes were intact. Then he stared at Qiao Mingye and asked, "How did you get in?"
"Want to know?" Qiao Mingye simply sat up, stretched, leaned lazily on the head of the bed, pointed at his profile, and said, "Give me a good morning kiss and I'll tell you."
"Don't even think about it!" Xia Wan'er looked at the faint dark circles under his eyes and remembered the kissing scene he was supposed to shoot with He Xianrou last night. Anger suddenly burned in her eyes. She picked up the pillow beside her and threw it at him, then turned around and got out of bed. "I'll ask the hotel to change my room today."
Qiao Mingye was stunned for a moment. He was just teasing her but didn't intend to really make her angry.
He quickly got off the bed and held Xia Wan'er in his arms: "If you don't want to kiss me, then don't kiss me. Why are you really angry?"
"When did you come in?" Xia Wan'er pushed his hand away, turned around and glared at him, "Tell me the truth."
Qiao Mingye had no choice but to restrain himself and said obediently, "Last night at 11:30."
"How did you get in?"
"You opened the door yourself."
Xia Wan'er stared: "How come I don't know anything at all."
"I heard you didn't eat all day, so I brought you some food," Qiao Mingye pointed to the completely cold food by the door and said innocently, "After you opened the door for me, you dragged me to bed and held my hand tightly, and I couldn't wake you up no matter how hard I called. Look at me, I'm still in casual clothes."
"I..." Xia Wan'er looked at what he was wearing and saw that it was indeed not pajamas. She really didn't expect this to be the case.
How could she be so unbridled when she was drunk
He managed to avoid surveillance and eavesdropping, but couldn't prevent himself from opening the door to welcome people
Seeing her flushed face and unable to speak for a long time, Qiao Mingye hid the smile on his lips and walked into the bathroom calmly, as if he was in his own room, filling the cup with water and squeezing toothpaste.
Xia Wan'er rushed over and said, "This is my toothbrush."
Unexpectedly, Qiao Mingye showed a look of grievance when he heard this, "Wanwan, do you dislike me?"
"No..." Xia Wan'er shook her head subconsciously.
Qiao Mingye smiled and said, "Then your husband will not despise you either."
Seeing him brushing his teeth, Xia Wan'er closed her mouth silently.
Forget it, she can't beat this man.
There were spare toothbrushes on both sides. She puffed her face, took them out, squeezed toothpaste on them, and brushed her teeth.
Two figures stood in front of the mirror, brushing their teeth in unison, inexplicably harmonious.
I have to say, his teeth are really white and neat!
Fortunately, the original owner also paid great attention to maintenance, so she is not much worse than him!
After brushing her teeth, Xia Wan'er went back to her room to drink water, but she still felt something was wrong.
When Qiao Mingye came out of the shower, she was still in a daze.
"Wanwan, what do you want for breakfast?" he asked while wiping his wet hair.
Xia Wan'er raised her eyes and saw the bath towel wrapped around his waist.
Her body froze, her heart pounding, she didn't dare to look up, and asked hesitantly, "Did you take a shower?"
Qiao Mingye stopped moving, nodded and said "hmm".
"Is this my bath towel?" Xia Wan'er slowly raised her hand and asked in disbelief.
Her sight gradually shifted from the bath towel to the clearly visible muscular abdominal muscles, then to the man's beautiful Adam's apple, and then to his extremely handsome face - Xia Wan'er swallowed helplessly.
Qiao Mingye took the opportunity to kiss her forehead, curved his lips and smiled, then straightened up and continued to wipe his hair, saying, "I took the spare bath towel from the cabinet next to it."
"No!" Xia Wan'er stood up and suddenly felt confident.
His hair was just half dry, and he threw the towel on the table next to him and came over curiously: "What's wrong?"
"According to the schedule, after you finished filming the flower banquet, shouldn't you go on to shoot the flower street scene? Even if you were only filming the flower banquet, why did you come back so soon?" His aura was too strong, Xia Wan'er's legs went weak, and she sat back on the bed.
(End of this chapter)