"Jiang Ci, what do you want to do?" Yan Zixu began to be irritable after answering the phone, and after turning back to the hotel, he slammed Jiang Ci's door.

Jiang Ci sat inside and didn't move, letting the people outside slap the door panel loudly.

"Jiang Ci, you open the door." Yan Zixu shouted again, but no one paid attention to him at all.

The hand slapped a little painfully, and he muttered angrily, "You didn't pick up the male protagonist at the beginning, you had to pick up the second male, and now you have to cancel the contract, which tendon are you wrong?" ”

He muttered outside the door for a while, but never waited for Jiang Ci to open the door.

The night was dark, and Yan Zixu was afraid that the noise would cause others to rest, so he scolded and left.

After a while, there was another knock on the door, only this time it was much quieter, as if it didn't have the strength to scream at the end.

The man sitting on the sofa finally moved, he strode to the door, and the first thing he said when he opened the door was, "...... the hell you"

Before he said three words, he stared at the woman standing in front of him, and suddenly felt a little uncertain, "What are you doing here?" ”

He asked, his voice a little darker than he had expected.

Chu Jiaojiao raised her eyes to look at him, with some blame in her expression, and some words were hidden between her lips and teeth, but now she said it as if she was making a fuss.

So, she didn't speak, just glared at him.

The Adam's apple rolled slightly, Jiang Ci's dark eyes looked at her, and once again he couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?" ”

It was obviously a repetitive sentence, but it was tainted with a trace of silence by his beautiful voice, just like him.

A poppy that blooms at night, poisonous and deadly.

"Jiang Ci, are you a fool?" Chu Jiaojiao asked, pushed him away and walked into the room.

If she keeps standing outside the door, the target is too big, and she doesn't guarantee that it won't be seen by others.

Jiang Ci stood at the door, slowly turning around to look at the woman who walked in with a small box.

The headlights in the room were lit, and the faint white light made people's eyes hurt for a moment.

He subconsciously raised his hand to cover it, and through his fingers, he saw the woman bending over to place the small box.

One side of the hair fell mischievously with her movements, she raised her hand behind her ear, saw the man standing hesitantly at the door, and shouted, "Why don't you come in and stand there, waiting for someone to come and shoot?" ”

She said angrily, naturally like a lesson to her husband at home.

This thought jumped out of his mind, and Jiang Ci's eyes never took his eyes off her.

He didn't speak, and was forced to sit on the sofa by the woman.

The palm of his hand was torn open, revealing a faint blood stain inside, and he heard her voice sound with a slight complaint, "Why don't you say it when you're injured?" Doesn't it hurt? ”

"No wonder you slipped away so fast, you just don't want people to know that you're injured!"

"Jiang Ci, don't do this in the future." Lifting her eyelids and glancing at him, Chu Jiaojiao's hands were clasped on his big palms, ironing layer after layer of warmth.

"Chu Jiaojiao." He called her name, low and long.

"What?" Chu Jiaojiao quickly asked rhetorically.

"It's too late for you to leave." The light was obscured by her shadow, and the light was shadowy, which always gave him a strange feeling.

His eyes were constricted, a little dark.

"Why should I go?" Chu Jiaojiao looked at him and asked her own questions.

"If you don't leave now, ...... later".

"What's going on?" Chu Jiaojiao didn't quite understand, and looked sideways at the man whose contours tended to be gentle and handsome.