The night was dark and the rain was pouring down. 1357924?6810ggggggggggd

Luo Weiwei walked down the street in despair, there were no people on the street, and occasionally a few office workers who worked overtime hurriedly ran by, also holding an umbrella in their hands.

Only she was covered in **, and in the rainy night, she became a soup chicken.

Like a walking corpse, he walked step by step to the small remote apartment he rented.

The downpour in the sky was like her tears.

She felt that there was no hope in this world, and the originally bright and fresh woman was corrupted by this life after all.

It was as if she had lost her original pursuit, and all her ambitions and ideals had been washed away.

Tonight, her head is empty and she has nothing.

The camera focused on Xia Han's face to take a close-up, she looked very haggard, her eyeliner was soaked in rain, and it was black.

The lipstick on her mouth was also a mess, and occasionally someone passed by, and when she saw her, she hurriedly avoided it.

The girl's delicate face was ruined by the torrential rain.

She didn't look like she used to be, but instead she was very depressed, like a female ghost.

Luo Weiwei walked aimlessly, and suddenly a shadow appeared above her head, and those annoying raindrops did not hit her body.

She was a little cold, her eyelids lifted slightly, and the rain outside did not abate in the slightest.

It was only when she was covered by a large black umbrella that she was not washed by the rain again.

She raised her head slightly, and met a pair of dark eyes, the eyelashes were long and thick, and the pupils were deep and black, as if they were darker than the night outside.

"Pay attention to your body and be careful of getting sick. ”

The deep voice came, like the quiet cool breeze on the summer night, swirling leisurely on the face, and then quickly left.

It's nostalgic and comfortable, and I can't help but want to keep it.

"Thank you. ”

The words "Qi Tian" turned between her lips and teeth, and finally did not shout.

always feels that she is not a ghost now, and even shouting his name is blasphemy.

So in the end she just whispered thanks.

The two men walked side by side on the street, and the man protected her on the back of the road.

A black private car sped by, making a huge splash of water that soaked his khaki trench coat.

Even Luo Weiwei, who was standing inside, felt the invasion of the huge water droplets, and couldn't help but tremble.

She looked up at him, the man's side face was handsome, but there was no expression of chagrin, on the contrary, a calm look.

"Are your clothes wet?" Luo Weiwei hesitated, but asked in a low voice.

The man replied to her: "It's going to be wet on rainy days, it's okay." ”

The silence of the two returned again, and Luo Weiwei was a little annoyed.

Every time she met a man, she was so embarrassed.

"When you get home, cook brown sugar ginger soup and drink it first, so as not to catch a cold. ”

The man's voice came again, and it also brought back her senses.

As soon as Luo Weiwei looked up, she saw that they were already downstairs in her house.

The voice-activated lights in the building have long been broken, but a few residents have turned on the lights, but the dim light is faintly revealed, which also makes Luo Weiwei's heart surge with a sense of steadiness.

"I'm here, be careful. ”

She looked up and whispered, her eyes red, as if she was about to cry at any moment.

After saying this, he turned around and wanted to run.

With her extremely fast movements, it looked as if she was about to run away.

"Vivi. The man called out to her.

She didn't dare to look back, because the way she looked now must be extremely ugly, so why bother to look back and let him see it again.

Presumably all the way back, he was tired of seeing her embarrassed appearance.

"Take care of yourself, I want to keep dancing with you. I'm looking forward to you putting on a tutu and becoming a little swan. ”

The man's words were like a spell, engraved deep into her heart.

"Knock knock" Luo Weiwei ran up the stairs without looking back, her hurried footsteps and the sound of her chaotic heartbeat almost blended in.

She didn't stop until she ran to the fifth floor.

"Whew—whew—" She breathed heavily, her face a little pale, not knowing if it was because it was too cold or because she was nervous.

The whole person was a little crumpled together.

She walked over to the railing and looked down to see the man still standing there with a black umbrella.

As a car drove by, she saw that the headlights lit up his body, and his trench coat was not dark on the left and right, and it was clear that half of it was soaked in the rain.

His shoulders were also very wet, so he probably kept the umbrella as close to her as possible to protect her from the rain.

But at that time, she only looked left and right in a panic, and didn't care about this detail at all.

By the time she came back to her senses, the man downstairs had disappeared.

His departure, like his appearance, was hurried and silent.

"Click!"

At Director Zheng's order, there were immediately staff members rushing out of the building, some with towels and some with dry clothes.

After a period of scramble, Xia Han changed into dry clothes and sat on a chair wrapped in a big towel.

"Give. ”

An orange ceramic cup appeared in front of me, and the quilt was still filled with mist, and I thought it was filled with hot drinks, so it was steaming hot.

Xia Han took it, and when he raised his head, he saw that Feng Qi had also changed his clothes.

When she took the cup, her fingertips touched his.

The man has a pair of extremely good-looking hands, just like when countless people knelt and licked his hands when the dancing video was released before, Xia Han also felt that his hands were very attractive.

The skin is fair, the bones are distinct, and the fingers are slender.

Born with hands that can make hand masks, they are too good-looking, just like a beautiful landscape painting, and people can't help but stare at it.

"What is this?"

Feng Qi said as he raised his hand and stretched it out to her head.

Finally, he pulled the hairpin pinned to her forehead.

The white hairpin lies on the palm of his hand, and it is also embellished with a playful rabbit head.

It wasn't until he pulled it down that he recognized what it was, and he was a little embarrassed for a while.

"I'll put it on for you?"

His fingertips pinched the rabbit's head, and for the first time there was uncertainty in his tone.

I always felt that wearing a hairpin was too intimate, and although he couldn't wait to do it in his heart, he knew that it might not be good in front of so many people.

In the end, it was the makeup artist on the side who helped Xia Han put it back on, but Feng Qi kept standing by and watching, his eyes widened, and he looked more serious than anyone else.

"Does this hurt to hold my hair?"

He also whispered to the makeup artist to exchange his experience, and when the makeup artist saw that the big boss came to ask in person, he was immediately a little shocked, and immediately answered him carefully, and even treated Xia Han as an experiment, and showed him how to wear it without pain.

"What is it?" he asked, as if he couldn't stop it, almost blinking his eyes, in a slightly innocent tone.

The makeup artist was stunned for a moment, completely captured by his stupid appearance.

"It just so happens that Xia Han still has some broken hair here, why don't you let this hairpin wear it for her?" asked the makeup artist with a little apprehension.

"Is that okay?" he struggled to keep his face from laughing.

"Absolutely. The make-up artist shoved the hairpin into his hand and stepped back.

Feng Qi was holding another rabbit-headed hairpin, almost so excited that his whole body spasmed, although he wanted to put it on immediately, but he still restrained the excitement gushing out of his heart.

"Is it okay?" Feng Qi leaned down and asked Xia Han.

Xia Han looked at the eagerness in his eyes, and he wanted to roll his eyes.

It's all at this time, and I came to ask her about this "guinea pig", if she said no, it is estimated that the makeup artist will not be able to get off the stage.

"Hmm. ”

As soon as her words landed, Feng Qi straightened up, leaned over to her side, and poked her head with a hairpin.

"In this way, don't use brute force. The makeup artist gestured a few times.

Feng Qi took advantage of the opportunity to wear a hairpin and fully touched Xia Han's hair several times.

A female artist like Xia Han must take care of her hair every day, her hair is silky, black and smooth.

When you touch it in your hand, it looks like fine silk.

His eyebrows and eyes are serious, and the appearance of wearing a hairpin for Xia Han is like a splashed ink landscape painting, which makes people intoxicated and can't bear to disturb.

The makeup artist standing on the side almost screamed.

She was fascinated by the look of both of them.

Xia Han always sat on the chair, quietly looking at herself in the mirror, letting Feng Qi toss her hair without any complaints.

You must know that many female artists regard their hair as a treasure and are not allowed to touch it at all.

But now in the face of Feng Qi's touch, which was not a gentle touch, Xia Han didn't say a word.

"Interesting. ”

Feng Qi finally withdrew his hand and summarized his series of slightly strange actions just now.

After he did all these actions, he obediently stepped aside, and the makeup artist helped Xia Han arrange his makeup and hair.

It's just that he twists his fingertips with his fingers from time to time, and there seems to be that smooth touch on them, eroding his skin little by little.

While everyone's attention was on Xia Han's body, he quietly raised his hand and put it on the tip of his nose to sniff.

A faint fragrance lingered in the middle of it, almost making his whole body tremble.

The aroma was like a strong poison, which made him unable to extricate himself, not only did his body get uncontrollably excited, but even his brain became groggy because it was too hot.

Once again, he felt that Xia Han was really too fatally attractive to him.

Feng Qi was distracted, and his gaze couldn't control his gaze at Xia Han, and he saw that she was originally surrounded by people, but she winked at him.

There was a hint of ridicule in her eyes, as if she had seen all of his incomprehensible actions before.

Feng Qi suddenly felt a shock in his heart, like a cat that had stolen a small dried fish and was caught.

Trying to protect the small dried fish, the hair all over his body exploded, and his tail was high, but he didn't know what to do.

It wasn't until the few minutes that amounted to torture passed, and the people around Xia Han also dispersed.

The makeup artist was so busy packing up that they didn't notice them.

Xia Han walked to his side.

She walked with a smile on her face, with a sweet smile on her brow and at the corner of her eyes.

"Great metamorphosis/metamorphosis. ”