Song Qingzhi didn't say anything, and when he walked out, Su Meng saw a large bruise on his back.

It is estimated that it was hit during filming today.

The injury was obviously not light, but it looked a little serious.

After cleaning, Su Meng opened the bathroom door to take a bath, and the smell of Song Qingzhi made her a little dazed for a moment.

The taste is a bit like cigarettes, lightly cool and lightly bitter.

Get people on top.

Su Meng felt that she couldn't smell more, and if she smelled it again, her legs would be weak.

She hastened to take a shower, then fled out of the bathroom.

Song Qingzhi was sitting on the sofa and applying safflower oil to himself.

A cotton swab was held in his hand, and he couldn't reach the exact position.

"Do you want my help?"

Su Meng walked over.

Song Qingzhi didn't speak, and then handed the cotton swab to her.

Song Qingzhi's skin is very white, and it is precisely because he is very white that the bruises under his skin look particularly shocking.

Su Meng gently pressed the cotton swab on Song Qingzhi's back, and then felt him shrink a little.

"Does it hurt? I'm sorry, I'll be lighter. ”

"It's fine. ”

"It seems that it is better to massage the safflower oil after applying it. ”

Su Meng said, and then hesitated to help Song Qing hold a button.

"Do you want me to help you?"

"Good. ”

Unexpectedly, Song Qingzhi agreed.

So Su Meng helped him gently massage those bruises, she didn't dare to use force, for fear of hurting Song Qingzhi.

As a result, Song Qingzhi still snorted, and then cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

"Or don't press it. ”

Su Meng looked at Song Qingzhi uncomfortable, and she felt uncomfortable, so she said.

"Be careful next time you film, don't worry. ”

"Are you worried?"

Song Qingzhi suddenly asked.

Su Meng was stunned for a moment.

"As far as your fans, they're worried about you. ”

Su Meng had been sitting cross-legged on the sofa, her legs were a little numb, she stood up and was about to leave, but her center of gravity was unstable and smashed back on the sofa.

To be precise, it was in Song Qingzhi's arms.

The two remained close to each other in an extremely intimate position, like a tight hug.

Song Qingzhi had just sweated, and the smell was in the air with the sweat, which made Su Meng a little delirious, so she reached out and pushed Song Qingzhi's chest.

Song Qingzhi was also stunned, he looked down at Su Meng's slightly watery eyes, and actually had an urge to kiss them.

Then Su Meng broke free.

She ran in the direction of the guest room.

"Song Qing insisted that I go to bed first, and you should rest early. ”

The short day break is over.

Su Meng was woken up by the alarm clock the next morning, and then got up in a hurry to get dressed.

Today, she scheduled five interviews, and she set a schedule of half past five in the morning to rush to the company.

She was used to skipping breakfast, and after washing up, she hurried out of the house.

Song Qingzhi should still be sleeping, and Su Meng tiptoed when he left, hoping that he hadn't woken him up.

So life is back on track, and Su Meng has had an extremely busy and fulfilling day, so busy that she almost has to get used to going back to the dormitory with her teammates.

The bed in the dormitory was still there, and it was nearly eleven o'clock in the evening when Su Meng finished recording the interview.

She was thinking about whether to spend the night here, but she received a call from Assistant Liu.

Assistant Liu said he would pick her up and send her home.

Unexpectedly, there was still Song Qingzhi sitting in the car.

"You're out early today. ”

Su Meng said to Song Qingzhi.

"There was bread and milk in the fridge. ”

Song Qingzhi glanced at Su Meng.

"Ah......h

Su Meng thought for a while, probably talking about breakfast.

"I usually don't eat breakfast, I'm too busy to have time. ”

Then Song Qingzhi didn't speak again.

When she entered the house, Su Meng received the next day's itinerary from her agent.

They're going to perform in another city.

"That...... I'm going on a business trip for a few days and won't come back for the night. ”

Then she saw Song Qingzhi go straight to the kitchen, take out the bread and milk, and put them on the table.

"I really don't have to eat breakfast ......."

Su Meng changed into slippers and walked towards Song Qingzhi.

"I'll go to the crew at five o'clock tomorrow, and I can send you. ”

After Song Qingzhi finished speaking, he went to take a bath.

Su Meng walked over and looked at the bread and milk on the table, a little stunned.

This person...... Are you caring about me?

The mood seemed to be a lot better suddenly, Su Meng turned her head to look in the direction of the bathroom, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

After the two took turns to take a bath, Su Meng sat on the sofa and applied medicine to Song Qingzhi.

Su Meng was really sleepy, and she started to fight with her upper and lower eyelids.

The yawn couldn't be stopped, she carried Song Qingzhi behind her back and yawned silently.

Today's wound looks much better, and Song Qingzhi is not so uncomfortable during the massage.

It's Su Meng, who is about to fall asleep when she presses it.

Song Qingzhi seemed to be saying something, but Su Meng didn't hear it clearly, and then Song Qingzhi turned around and caught the crumbling Su Meng.

Song Qingzhi's chin touched Su Meng's neck, and the burning breath just sprayed on her face.

Su Meng woke up and was so frightened that she looked at Song Qingzhi's eyes.

Then Song Qingzhi got up and left, leaving Su Meng to sit on the sofa alone, feeling a little hot on his body.

At five o'clock the next morning, the two met in the living room after washing up.

Song Qingzhi had already warmed the milk, and Su Meng consciously sat at the dining table.

"I'm going to go into the mountains to film these days, and I'm not at home. ”

Song Qingzhi briefly talked about his itinerary.

"Good. ”

Su Meng nodded.

"What about the wound on my back?"

"It's fine. ”

Song Qingzhi shook his head.

"Stay safe. ”

Su Meng took a sip of hot milk.

"Don't worry your fans. ”

Song Qingzhi didn't speak, just glanced up at Su Meng.

When the two came to the garage together, the sky had not yet fully brightened, and Su Meng had just helped the handlebar when he suddenly sneezed.

Don't catch a cold......

Su Meng said secretly.

Sitting in the car, Song Qingzhi did not habitually turn on the cold air as usual.

"Don't you turn on the air conditioner? It's hot. ”

Su Meng reached out to turn on the air conditioner switch.

Song Qingzhi glanced at Su Meng, and then turned off the air conditioner again.

"I'm cold. ”

It's summer, and you actually say you're cold......

Su Meng pursed her lips, then opened the window.

"You won't have paparazzi in this community, will you?"

"Yes. ”

Song Qing held the road.

"I don't have anything to shoot though. ”

"Then I'll have to hide it. ”

Su Meng touched her itchy nose.

"Don't interfere with your career. ”

"Where to perform?"

Song Qingzhi suddenly asked.

"It's right next door, not too far. ”

"I also find time to shoot commercials there these days. ”

"What a coincidence?"

"Hmm. ”

The car quickly drove not far from Su Meng's company.

"Okay, park, park, I'll just walk over by myself. ”

Su Meng hurriedly closed the car window, and then picked up her bag and hugged it in her arms.