I changed my mobile phone number before, and there are no friends of Zhao Muyang on WeChat.

Xu Yan clicked into the text message interface, and his fingertips typed a sentence on the screen very smoothly.

"When are you coming back?"

Just as she was about to send, she stopped.

stared at the screen for a while, and Xu Yan deleted the message word by word.

Thinking about it, she is not Zhao Muyang's person, asking this sentence is like checking the post, so forget it.

He will naturally come back when it's time to come back, and looking at his appearance, he seems to be even more nervous about the show than her.

With such a thought, Xu Yan put down his mobile phone.

The discomfort of the menstrual period made her feel bored.

So, she put her legs on the sofa together, lay down sideways, her head resting on the armrest of the sofa, and continued to watch the second season of "Our Love Story" with her spirits.

The throbbing pain in the lower abdomen became more and more severe, and gradually, Xu Yan couldn't bear it anymore.

She tightened her eyebrows, her eyelids drooping little by little.

……

I don't know how long I slept, but in the haze, Xu Yan seemed to hear a quick knock on the door.

Thinking she was dreaming, she covered her lower abdomen with her hands, rolled over on the couch, and continued to sleep.

It may be that I was woken up and it became a little difficult to fall asleep again.

The knock on the door became clearer and clearer, accompanied by a crisp doorbell.

It's true...... Someone outside the door?

Xu Yan took a deep breath, endured the pain, and sat up with his hands on the sofa.

After her brain cleared, she was sure that someone was really knocking on the door.

"Who?" The feeling of distension in her lower abdomen made her voice weak.

"Xu Yan, open the door." 5200

Probably because this voice was too recognizable, as soon as he spoke, Xu Yan heard that it was Zhao Muyang.

She raised her hand and rubbed her temples, "Wait a minute. ”

When her feet stepped on the floor, Xu Yan found that the slippers didn't know where she had kicked them.

Forget it.

She walked barefoot to the door step by step.

"Squeak", the door opened, and Zhao Muyang's face attracted her eyes.

"How do you ......"

Before the last word "left" could be spoken, Zhao Muyang grabbed Xu Yan, who was almost unstable and about to fall.

Her face was as white as paper, her eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and the hand he held in his palm was also cold.

After reluctantly squeezing out two words from his throat for a while, Xu Yan barely squeezed out two words: "No...... It's okay......"

Zhao Muyang stared at her tightly: "Do you think you are very clever in this lie?" ”

Xu Yan didn't speak.

Zhao Muyang's gaze moved down, and finally froze on her feet: "Don't wear shoes yet." ”

Xu Yan, who is rarely counted by the opposite sex in such a tone, didn't know how to answer for a while: "I ......"

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly felt her body rise into the air.

The weightlessness of his feet off the ground made Xu Yan's eyes widen: "Eh...... You ......"

She knew that Zhao Muyang had picked herself up.

When filming "The Legend of the Concubine" before, there was also a scene in the play, where Zhao Muyang picked her up horizontally.

At that time, Xu Yan had already entered the role, and her selfless interpretation made her forget the discomfort.

But how long has it been since it was finished now, she felt that she should not be comfortable, but she didn't expect to be really held in his arms, but it was not as awkward as expected.

Zhao Muyang slightly adjusted his posture to hug her, and while stepping into the house, he raised his heels and kicked the door shut.