Grandma Sheng reminded him and didn't mention the word depression again.

But their grandparents knew what the word meant.

Sheng Jiashen's expression became a little pale, and it was precisely because of his own experience that he understood the feeling of being misanthropic, that feeling that there was no joy in life and no hope.

Seventeen, she is so optimistic, he doesn't believe it.

But he still nodded and took a deep breath: "Grandma, don't worry, the movie is almost finished, and I will take her for an examination when I return to Jiangcheng." ”

It's inconvenient for the crew, and if she is photographed by the paparazzi, she will report it randomly, Sheng Jiashen doesn't dare to let those media scribble to stimulate her, from now on, he will pay more attention to her.

"Alright, you go and see Seventeen." Grandma Sheng nodded.

"Grandma rest early, good night."

After Sheng Jiashen left his grandmother's room, he didn't go back to his room, but went directly to Zhao Seventeen's room.

When she came to open the door, she had changed into a bathrobe, and her long hair was wrapped in a dry hat, as if she had just taken a shower.

After Sheng Jia sank in, she stretched out her hand to him: "Signature? Where do you want to sign it? ”

He didn't bring Qiao Chengcheng's T-shirt at all, he looked down at her for a while, and suddenly stepped forward, hugged her into his arms, and hugged her tightly.

Zhao Qiqi was stunned for a moment, wanting to push him away and talk to him, but his arms hugged tighter, his lips were close to her ear, and his voice was low: "Don't move." ”

Seventeen put his arm around his waist and let him hold it.

After a while, before he showed signs of letting go of her, she patted him on the back with her hand and smiled, "What's wrong?" Does the 26-year-old Sheng Yingdi want to be coquettish? ”

Sheng Jia took a deep breath and smelled the sweet fragrance on her body.

It's the smell of that bottle of perfume.

He let go of her, took her cheek and kissed her.

The kiss seemed menacing, but it was much gentler than she had imagined, with a hint of cherishment and caution, as if it was tempting.

How did the big birthday star suddenly become a little strange?

Zhao Qiqi was reluctant to remind him at such a time that he couldn't stay in her room for long, which was too disappointing after all.

She stood on tiptoe and wrapped her arms around his neck, responding to him.

In the end, he didn't know how to turn into a koala and was carried back to the room by him, he saw the furnishings at the end of the bed, and couldn't help laughing: "Soak your feet again?" ”

"Of course, I'm a health girl now, have you soaked well? Soak your feet and sleep after filming, you can relieve your fatigue. Zhao Qiqi let go of him, put his foot into the foot soaking bucket, and pressed the heat button.

"Yes, they all listen to their wives."

Sheng Jiashen took off the dry hair hat on her head, brushed her wet long hair with his hand, and found a hair dryer to help her dry her long hair.

Zhao Qiqi's hair quality is excellent, her hair is black and shiny, and she has always maintained a waist-length length.

Sheng Jiashen's fingers ran through her hair, and finally couldn't help but hug her from behind her.

Seventeen raised his hand and held his hand, and turned his face to look at him: "Emperor Sheng Ying is weird today." ”

"What's the blame?"

"It's weird, it's pretty." After she finished speaking, she couldn't help but laugh first.

Sheng Jiashen raised her hand and pinched her face, she was obviously so happy.

"Seventeen, are you happy?"

"Huh? I'm so happy. She didn't know why, but she nodded.

"No matter what is on your mind, you must tell me, if you are unhappy, you must also tell me, if you have any grievances and grievances, you must tell me everything." He touched her face and admonished earnestly.