Raise your eyes and look under the tree, it was empty.

Xia Chu didn't look back, and the continuous contraction of her wrist silently reminded her that the person who dragged her out of Qiao Fan's arms was Shen Si'an.

"Mr. Shen, why are you here?"

Lin Wenliang opened his mouth to break the silence on the set and walked in front of Shen Si'an with the script.

The eyes behind the lenses casually swept over the wrist at the beginning of summer, and the wrist became more and more slender under the big palm.

"Come and visit the class. ”

Shen Si'an has always been silent in front of outsiders, and everyone is accustomed to it, but he was secretly shocked by the three words he spit out flatly.

Visiting Class, Whose Class, Beginning of Summer?

"It's okay for Mr. Shen to visit the class, but we are filming, and Mr. Shen suddenly grabbed the hand of the female number one and planned to take her away, I'm afraid it will delay the progress. ”

Lin Wenliang reminded euphemistically.

There was a faint vinegar in the air, which spread from Shen Si'an's side.

Lin Wenliang's eyelids jumped, and his momentum suddenly decreased, "Of course, the investor in this drama is Mr. Shen, and Mr. Shen doesn't care, so naturally we won't have anything to say." ”

"Shoot it, I'll watch from the sidelines. ”

Shen Si'an let go of Xia Chu's wrist, glanced at her meaningfully, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked to the chair brought by Song Yan with long legs and sat down.

He did not say anything to stop the process until the end of the morning.

During the lunch break, Xia Chu came to the lounge to change his costume, and just half of it was halfway off, there was a sound of the door opening, and then there were low steps, approaching the locker room from the door.

At the beginning of summer, the movement was slightly paused, and the speed was accelerated to change clothes.

The locker room door was opened as she arranged her long hair, and through the floor-to-ceiling mirror, she caught a touch of leaning over.

It's Shen Si'an.

The man raised his hand to her and approached, and was about to touch her messy long hair, which was flexibly dodged by Xia Chu's knees.

The eyes that looked at him were full of disgust.

"This is the actors' lounge, what are you doing here? ”

"Visiting the class. ”

Shen Si'an ignored the disgust in her tone, stretched out his hand to her again, touched the long hair of the beginning of Xia as he wished, and took the initiative to help straighten it out.

The black hair lined the five fingers more and more white, and under the light, there was a sense of transparency.

"Don't touch me!"

Xia Chu tilted his head suddenly, pulling strands of hair between his fingers.

A few strands of hair were wrapped around her fingertips, pulling hard down and falling off her scalp.

Shen Si'an's pupils shrank.

"I didn't know that you would rather hurt yourself than stay away from me. ”

"Hurt yourself?" Xia Chu hooked his thin lips as red as cherries, and his apricot eyes were crooked, "Not to mention which eye Mr. Shen saw me hurting himself, even if it hurt, it would not be Mr. Shen's turn." ”

The pain of losing a few hairs is nothing compared to the torture and injury she was made three years ago.

Grabbing his long hair casually, Xia Chu nestled into the sofa, his legs folded, "Mr. Shen doesn't want to visit the class, please take care of yourself, I still have to eat, I will not accompany you." ”

"At the beginning of summer, is it fun to pretend to be stupid?"

Shen Si'an followed her to the sofa, supported the backrest with both hands, and approached her face, "Whose class am I visiting, will you know?"

"For whom are you going to hurt yourself. ”

The man's tone was sour, questioning the beginning of Xia like questioning his wife who didn't return home at night.

And he himself was unaware.

Xia Chu shrank in a small space, looked up at him, "This is my business, Mr. Shen's is too wide." ”

The man appeared to her again and again, so often that it was somewhat beyond her plans.

"Are you still satisfied?"

"Not satisfied. Shen Si'an imprisoned her face with his left hand, and pressed his right thumb against his moist red lips, "What should I do?" ”