In the hotel's senior suite, Zhao Yongqi, who had sent away the TV station staff, collapsed on the sofa and said with a sigh of relief: "I didn't expect that I could rest for a day first, a good thing, a good thing." ”

"Brother Qi, you have been tired lately, it's time to rest for a few days. Xiao Baozi stuffed the ice drink he had just taken out of the refrigerator into Zhao Yongqi's hand and said softly.

For this, the other girls also slightly moved their heads on the side.

During this period of time, Zhao Yongqi's role has been improved again and again, and these are nothing, the problem is that the weather is too hot now. It is precisely because the weather is too hot that Qian Qiming and Xu Wenwei consider that the girls can't bask in the sun for too long, so they will bring up the men's roles first. As a result, it is natural that the male god can only film under the scorching sun every day.

Others may not be able to see it, but these goddesses around them are all in their beautiful eyes. Although I don't often talk about it, I still feel faintly distressed in my heart.

"It's not hard. Zhao Yongqi poured the ice drink sent by Xiao Baozi into his mouth, smiled and watched Li Zhien and Feifei circling around the refrigerator, as if they were mixing their favorite flavors of drinks, scratching and laughing and turning his gaze to Xiao Baozi and them: "By the way, you haven't left the set for a long time, right? Do you want to take advantage of the free afternoon to go out shopping and buy clothes or something? Didn't our Mumu Queen once said very domineeringly: 'If you buy too many clothes, you will naturally match them'." ”

"Hehe......" glanced at Zhao Yongqi very charmingly, and Yang Mu raised his head and said coquettishly: "It's so hot in the afternoon, why do you go outside to bask in the sun?"

"Yes. Zhao Yongqi, who is as good as a stream, thought about it and agreed with Yang Mu's opinion. These girls, even if they are small buns that usually use little makeup, in the middle of summer, their little faces are painted as if they are painting every day. Not only the pretty face, but also the neck, chest, arms, palms, thighs, calves, even the instep, wherever it is exposed or may be exposed, the sunscreen seems to be free of money, and it must be applied in three layers.

Others, Zhao Yongqi can't see how to paint it, but the little bun is different. Every time I look at her sitting in front of the makeup mirror with a bath towel, and smearing those things on herself, the male god feels uncomfortable looking at it.

In any case, the sisters have given up such a major event as shopping for the sake of their white skin and beauty. Although Zhao Yongqi wanted to look up to the sky and laugh three times, relying on his special function that he would not be tanned, he swaggered out in front of them to go shopping to stimulate these beautiful girls who like to treat him as a bone, or a sandbag, or a boxing sparring partner, but in the end, considering the safety of his life, he obediently dispelled this idea.

A whole afternoon, accompanied by the girls giggling and laughing, the day also ended in this relaxed atmosphere.

That night, the girls, perhaps tired, just tossed for a while, and then obediently went back to their rooms to sleep.

Zhao Yongqi, who was sitting at the desk in the bedroom, was still opening his laptop at the moment, revising the script of Hua Qiangu 2. In a month or two at most, the script will have to be finalized before the selected character can be used for actual filming. Therefore, now he basically snuggs in his room to complete these tasks as long as he has time. Because of this, in recent times, even Cheng He and Deng Chao rarely come to toss him at night.

Suddenly, the sound of the doorbell interrupted Zhao Yongqi's thoughts, raised his head in surprise, and subconsciously looked at the time in the corner of the computer, and found that it was already one o'clock in the morning, and couldn't help frowning slightly and muttering to himself: "Who else is coming at this time?"

After thinking about it, Zhao Yongqi, who was not hesitating, got up, walked through the living room to the door, just glanced through the peephole, and his frowning eyebrows stretched for a moment, but they wrinkled slightly.

"Feifei, it's so late, ...... are you" opened the door, looked at a cartoon pajamas, and still held his cartoon image pillow in his arms, his big eyes seemed to be a little red, and he was looking at himself pitifully, Zhao Yongqi couldn't help but ask subconsciously.

"People, people, people have nightmares. Brother Qi, can you make me ......" The poor beautiful girl stared at Zhao Yongqi with beautiful eyes, and even spoke three points weaker than usual.

Zhao Yongqi, who shouted "Brother Qi", grabbed his messy hair, what else could he say, he could only turn sideways, reached out and rubbed his little mantis head, and said softly: "Come in." ”

"Mmmm!" finally had a little more smile on her beautiful face, rubbed her eyes vigorously, and her small body crossed in front of Zhao Yongqi, rushed into the room with a smoke, and rushed into the bedroom without saying a word, and got into the quilt familiarly.

Zhao Yongqi, who was following behind, closed the door, and when he walked into the bedroom, he had already seen that the little hands were pulling the quilt with a lot of effort, so he couldn't help but smile and shook his head, walked over and reached out to help her pull out the corner of the quilt that was still stuffed under the mattress, and then said with a smile: "Are you going to spend the night with me?"

"Sleep, sleep, sleep next to someone's house. The little red face drilled into the quilt hard, leaving only those beautiful and charming big eyes staring at Zhao Yongqi. It seems to be looking forward to it, but also a little scared.

"Silly girl!" Reaching out and nodding Feifei's white and tender forehead, Zhao Yongqi said with a smile: "Even if it's my own brother, I'm as old as me, I can't sleep with you anymore." Well, sleep well, I'm right on the side, don't be afraid. ”

As he spoke, Zhao Yongqi gently pulled the quilt for Feifei, and then walked to the desk, sat down with his back to the little girl, and prepared to continue his work.

Exposing his little face to the corners of the quilt, he pouted at the broad back that had already sat down, and seemed a little disappointed. But then a sweet smile appeared, and he breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was relieved from the bottom of his heart.

Stretched out his hand and grabbed the corner of the quilt that had been pinched by Zhao Yongqi, it seemed that he could still feel the body temperature above, Feifei's delicate smile appeared, his beautiful eyes rubbed across the small body as soon as he turned, and he simply lay on the bed, his elbows propped up on the soft mattress, supporting his delicate chin, and he opened his mouth as if he was very interested and asked the back in front of him: "Cannibal, are you changing the script of Hua Qiangu?"

"Well, it's not like it's going to be taken out next month, and I'll continue to change it now when I have time. Zhao Yongqi said casually without looking back, and his fingers were also pressing the keyboard slightly.