She swore that he must have seen it He wouldn't think he opened it on purpose, would he?
If it's because of this, it's really a big loss.
But with such a gentle and nostalgic kiss, she couldn't resist it and lost her armor.
I like him, his gentleness, and his kindness to me for no reason.
Whether it was enough or not enough to continue, she was somewhat deprived of oxygen and gradually entered a state of inability to think.
Pushing aside the entanglement of obeying and having no answer at all, until the warmth spread from the lips, all the way to the cheeks, neck, and finally stopped at the ears.
“I don’t often write passionate dramas” ah This rhythm jumps too fast, right?
She hummed muffledly.
Who always writes passionate dramas when they have nothing to do?
"Sometimes, you don't need too many conversations," he whispered in her ear, his voice a little hoarse, "If you love someone, you can't help it and want to get close to her and touch her.
He touched her hand, kissed her face, and looked at her helplessness.
He just wanted to confirm and confirm that they were really together, and they were really mine.
Therefore, the best passionate scenes should be from the slightest point in the body.
Start with touching and slowly add to the atmosphere.”
The words sounded serious.
But there’s no need for a live demonstration, right?
The two people's shadows were superimposed on the glass.
The lights of the city were too bright, and the starlight was suppressed.
"Just like this, I can't help but pay attention to you.
I want to look at every detail more carefully, not just for the last step."
He put his five fingers through the gaps between her fingers and rubbed them very gently, "Are you nervous?"
When I was young, my five fingers would be half-clasped and curled up into a small ball.
I would always think about how to stretch it out and hold it in my hand to look at it carefully."
His eyes fell on her hand, "The nails are very small and trimmed.
Very neat, very thin, with long fingers.”
His hands are very beautiful, Jiahe has already sighed since the first time he saw them at the press conference.
But now, he is looking at his hand carefully and placing it in the palm of his hand.
She couldn't help but follow his line of sight to look at her hands.
Because they were thin, the joints looked a bit abrupt, and the blood vessels were prominent, which was obviously ugly.
She was a little weak and pulled her hand away uncomfortably.
Then, I found out very sensitively that I was really nervous and kept a half-grip.
Both of them were very hot.
Even though the air conditioner was on in the room, they were covered in sweat.
His silhouette could be seen from the glass, as well as the room behind him.
Jiahe looked at him and lowered his head again.
His nerves tightened instantly.
The warmth on the back of his neck was like a fuse, igniting all the blood.
There was a feeling in his heart.
What is ready to move, every inch closer is just not enough The phone suddenly rang again.
She was so excited that she almost broke out of the window.
Frustratedly, he took out his cell phone, and it was still Qiao Qiao.
"No, I can't sleep, I need to vent."
The boy obviously didn't know what role he played, and he still behaved plaintively.
"Wait a minute," Jiahe's eyes filled with tears.
It was the first time she discovered that she was heartbroken.
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She covered the phone and turned to Yi Wenze with a helpless expression, "It's still Qiaoqiao."
Yi Wenze smiled helplessly and kissed the tip of her nose: "Tell her, there will be no next time.
From now on, it is time to refuse calls after ten o'clock."
Jiahe's heart twitched, and he smiled stiffly at the corner of his mouth: " You go to bed first, I'll go back to the room and make a phone call."
He put away the computer for her and handed it to her: "Go to bed early."
It wasn't until she returned to the room that she leaned against the door and held the computer to calm down.
"Did I interrupt some exciting plot, screenwriter?"
Qiao Qiao finally became sensitive.
"Mr.
Yi said, I asked you not to call me after ten o'clock."
Jiahe repeated it unchanged and fell completely on the bed.
"Ah," Qiaoqiao sighed meaningfully, "It's too early.
Your life as a couple started too early, and it's too torturous."
She suddenly discovered that everyone around her was talented in dialogue, except herself.
"Tell me, don't you want to talk?"
"I just want to tell you that in the past half hour, people across the country have sent congratulatory messages to congratulate me on my breakup."
"So, the only thing missing is this congratulatory message from Tianjin?"
Qiao Qiao chuckled: "To be honest, it doesn't matter how you develop."
"Stop it."
Jiahe turned over, stared at the ceiling, muttered something untrue, and began to ramble on about the chaos and complexity of these days.
In the end, Qiao Qiao concluded: "In other words, you put a The most coveted boyfriend was hidden away as a shameful scandal."
"What are you talking about?"
Jiahe reflected for a moment, and fortunately, those who won five million were not all covered by masks and glasses.
They were afraid that others would know that they had been hit on the head by a pie.
This should be the same feeling.
"Actually, I can understand how you feel," the person over there began to explain dutifully, obviously forgetting the original intention of the call, "With such a person, you can't do anything that ordinary people can do.
It sounds quite dreamy. , Life is quite frustrating.
It’s just begun.
From now on, he won’t be able to see anyone for months after filming, and there will be scandals everywhere.
You have a headache and a fever, and you can’t even accompany him to see a doctor.”
"Stop it," Jiahe said a little absent-mindedly, "I don't need your guidance to talk about your business."
No matter what she said there, she would just say yes.
In fact, people who are lovelorn all need an ear.
Whether you advise or not, it won't help.
Whether you should feel sad or sad, it has no effect at all.
Besides, all she could think about was what Yi Wenze had just said.
"Yongan's media meeting is scheduled for next week in Beijing.
Will you be there at that time?"
"It should still be there.
The next part is almost there, but the author of the original work is a little too messy."
Jiahe felt worried when he thought of this.
"I originally didn't want to take on this kind of adaptation.
It is said that she is a beautiful writer.
Her books are not very popular and she has a bad temper."
Qiao Qiao gloated: "I told you earlier, the adaptation is good, the credit belongs to the original author, if the adaptation is not good, the screenwriter is the one who gets scolded."
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Jiahe was depressed: "What's the matter with the screenwriter?
I met a powerful financial backer.
The screenwriter is just a typewriter and has no control over the plot.”
Ever since she received it, she had a feeling that this show would never be peaceful.
We chatted on the phone until dawn, so Jiahe could only go to have lunch with Yi Wenze with dark eyes.
While she was eating, she was thinking, in fact, it’s not that bad.
You see, ordinary people would not be able to bear their own schedule when they were boyfriends.
If they really found a job to sit in an office or something, they would get up early every day without breakfast, and go to bed surrounded by empty space at night.
Yeah, I guess everything will change within half a year.
She was holding her chopsticks in a daze.
“Didn’t sleep well last night” "Well," Jiahe then bit the fish on the chopsticks and served him a bowl of soup while eating.
The small white porcelain bowl was held in her hand.
She couldn't help but curl up her fingertips because it was burning.
He quickly put it in front of him and said, "It burned me to death."
She pinched her ears and looked at him, watching him eat soup by the spoonfuls.
In this noisy city, no matter whether your face is well known to passersby or not, we all live the same life as others.
We also need to eat and get sick.
Look, how real it is Just as he was sighing, he suddenly felt his nose was hot, and when he wiped it with his hand, there was blood on his hand.
She was startled.
Yi Wenze had already put down the bowl.
He quickly pulled her to the bathroom and washed her nose with water in his hands: "Why did you suddenly have a nosebleed?"
Jiahe looked at the mirror depressedly.
Yi Wenze He pinched the top of her nose and made a funny move: "I don't know, it's probably because the weather is too dry."
It's spring, it's spring.
Fortunately, I didn't have a nosebleed last night.
"Wash your own hands," he reminded her.
Jiahe groaned, quickly turned on the faucet, and quickly washed his hands.
He pinched her like this for two minutes before the bleeding stopped.
He took out the cotton ball that came with the hotel and was about to stuff it for her.
When Jiahe saw the tender pink cotton ball, he was completely embarrassed and wanted to live or die.
Let her put a pink cotton ball in her nose and walk around in front of him So ugly.
Yi Wenze smiled and bent down and stuffed it for her carefully: "It looks good and suits you very well."
Jiahe's eyes were about to burst into flames: "Whoever has cotton stuffed in his nose will look better?"
"My girlfriend."
He answered easily.
Jiahe wanted to reach out to take it, but he had already held his hand in advance: "Jiahe, I want to talk to you seriously."
From the corners of his mouth to his eyes, he showed a serious expression that could not be questioned.
She was dumbfounded, no way, she would be so serious just for a cotton ball.
One second, two seconds, she was so nervous that her nose would bleed again.
Unexpectedly, he suddenly smiled and gently hooked the tip of her nose: "When you get sick in the future, your face will be pale and your hair will be messy.
You will be even uglier than now.
Could it be that you won't see me anymore?"
Jiahe was mute.
Think about it.
That's right.
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He then pulled her to the sofa and sat down.
"If one day I get pregnant, my figure will be out of shape and my legs will be swollen.
How can you not see me for ten months?"
With a bang, she was completely cooked.
From his face to the top of his head, it felt as if he was steaming, but the person who spoke was still looking at him with a smile.
Jiahe bit the corner of his mouth and forced himself to stay calm.
But this topic is so exciting, from a cotton ball to pregnancy She swore that Yi Wenze was definitely a master of romance.
Why haven't I noticed it earlier?
Ever since the Cotton Gate started, Jiahe always felt that something had changed between the two of them.
It was like he stepped off the screen and no longer played the role of the prince who kissed the princess to wake her up.
He gave her not only kiss movie popcorn, but also cotton balls.
Why did he always think of cotton balls?
I only had nosebleeds three or two times in my life, and he saw them.
Jiahe bit the chocolate and silently glanced at the man standing by the window on the phone.
He felt his nose was warm and wiped it with his hand.
He immediately ran into the bathroom with his eyes darkened.
The author has something to say: That nosebleed is purely for cultivating feelings.
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