Zhao Qiqi was afraid that he would fall asleep in the bathtub and couldn't move him by himself, so he coaxed him to give up this idea in every possible way.

Finally coaxed someone into the bedroom, she was already tired.

She didn't know if it was his drunken drunkenness, and finally helped both of them dry their hair, Zhao Qiqi went out to help him make a glass of honey water, but when he turned around, Sheng Jiashen followed.

He followed her barefoot like a shadow.

Zhao Qiqi wanted to laugh a little: "Drink some of this, this is not difficult to drink." ”

Sheng Jiashen was naturally whatever she said, and this time she didn't play tricks again, she took two sips and felt that it tasted good, and suddenly looked at her again, "You close your eyes." ”

Again?

Zhao Qiqi had no choice but to repeat the old trick, gently closed his eyes, and blinked one eye open a slit, only to see him raise his head and drink saliva, and actually leaned down and kissed her.

As soon as he fed it, Zhao Qiqi's eyelashes trembled, and after subconsciously drinking it, he didn't retreat, and deepened the kiss.

It was obviously him who was drunk, but in the end she was a little unstable.

She was very skeptical that he had woken up a little bit, which was too flirtatious.

This night, Zhao Qiqi couldn't ask him about his work.

The next day was woken up by the alarm clock, in winter, it is a very difficult thing to get up, Zhao Qiqi covered his ears and shrank into his arms, Sheng Jiashen had already raised his hand and pressed the alarm clock on his mobile phone.

He looked down and hugged her, yawned, and said, "It's okay, I'll sleep again." ”

Zhao Qiqi was confused for a while, and the person slowly woke up, and when she got up from his arms, Sheng Jia sighed lightly, and then opened his eyes, "Don't sleep?" ”

"Brother, do you have a headache?" She looked at him, bowed her head and kissed him in the ear, asking worriedly.

Sheng Jia shook his head: "Fortunately, I wasn't too drunk." ”

Zhao Qiqi's eyes widened in surprise: "You're not too drunk, you don't remember what you did last night?" ”

What did he do last night?

Sheng Jiashen actually had an impression, but he was still a little puzzled, "I didn't do anything last night, did I?" ”

“…… It's very," I can't say that my husband is naïve, Zhao Qilin changed his mouth: "It's cute." ”

"Huh? In bed? He raised an eyebrow, stretched out his arm and pulled her into his arms again, "It's cold outside." ”

Outside of the quilt, of course, it's cold, but—

He only remembers what happened later, and he doesn't remember anything in front of him?

Zhao Qiqi had a little black line, raised his hand and poked his chin, and couldn't help but touch the bridge of his nose, "Brother, I have something I have always wanted to ask you." ”

"Huh?"

"You helped me set up my studio and double as my manager, but what about your own work? I don't want you to lose your favorite stuff in order to do this, your fans are waiting for you to film. "Including me.

When she said this, she looked very serious.

Neither of them got out of bed, so they hugged each other and talked about these things to each other.

Sheng Jia said in a deep voice: "My favorite, I didn't throw it away." ”

"But, I don't think there's any need for you to be my agent."

"Seventeen, are you disgusting with me? Blame me for not doing well......"

"Of course not!" Zhao Qiqi was a little helpless, "You know that I don't mean that, I just don't want you to waste your time, my agent can be whatever it is, but there is only one Sheng Yingdi, we all want to see him continue filming." ”