The first thing that the profession of artist assistant has to do is to absolutely ensure the privacy of the artist, she doesn't speak, picks up her mobile phone and pretends to play.

What does this person have to do with Sister Qian, I always think she is weird.

Qi Qian dialed Xiao Chen's phone, but the bell rang a few times but didn't answer.

Okay, Xiao Chen doesn't answer strange calls.

She dialed her mobile phone to Cheng Qian again.

Cheng Qian's side quickly picked it up.

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

"Cheng Da agent."

As soon as he heard the voice, he recognized it, and Cheng Qian said, "Qi Qian? ”

"Well, it's me, can you contact Xiao Chen, I didn't answer his call."

Cheng Qian: "Okay, I'll give him a call." ”

After several phone calls in a row, Qi Qian's belly could hear the ringtone of Cheng Qian's phone calling Xiao Chen with another mobile phone in the earpiece, but he didn't answer.

"Forget it, he should be quite busy now, but if you can contact him, tell him that the person on the video is my brother-in-law, just a play."

If the explanation is clear, it must be explained clearly, Qi Qian doesn't want Xiao Chen to have any misunderstanding.

Hung up the phone, and then talked about the deletion of the records in the address book, Qi Qian walked out of the room and returned the phone to Ye Ling.

"Thanks."

Ye Ling took her mobile phone and said, "You're welcome, if you want to thank me, let's soak in the hot spring together at night." ”

There is a natural hot spring in the back mountain of Yejia, which is very comfortable, Qi Qian only went there when she was a child, and she went there with her mother.

Growing up, I didn't feel very good when I came here every year, and I never went there again.

The hot springs are a lot more relaxing and comfortable, and she just thought about it and agreed.

At night.

Qi Qian was led by the maid and arrived at the hot spring first, the pool was very large and there was no one.

She changed her clothes and went down, and the milky white water rushed on her body, which was very comfortable.

Qi Qian didn't want to move, so he simply closed his eyes and leaned against the edge.

When she was about to fall asleep surrounded by hot springs, she saw a dark shadow leaning over in front of her.

Qi frowned and reached out to grab the thing in front of him.

It's an arm.

Qi Qian opened his eyes and frowned at Ye Ling, who was very close to her.

"What are you doing?"

Ye Ling said: "Your eyelashes are very long. ”

Letting go of Ye Ling's hand, Qi Qian slid his arms away from Ye Ling.

"Whether my eyelashes grow or not, what's your business."

"Did you just want to measure the length of my eyelashes?"

Ye Liang raised his arm and pointed to the position under his eyes: "You here, the eyelashes have fallen out, I want to take them down for you." ”

Qi Qian said "oh", picked up a handful of water with his hand, poured it on his face, wiped it, and turned his head to look at Ye Ling: "Has it fallen?" ”

Ye Ling shook her head: "No, the eyelashes are against your skin, and they can't be washed off with water." ”

Qi Qian: "Okay, you can help me take it down." ”

Ye Ling was close to Qi Qian, and the water of the hot spring was full of smoke, wrapped in milky white, and it was impossible to see the scene under the water.

Ye Ling slowly approached Qi Qian, and the distance between the two was getting closer and closer, and she could already smell Qi Qian's body.

One is very sweet and belongs to Qi Qian's aroma.

Qi Qian's eyes were closed, and Ye Ling was looking at her presumptuously, looking at her facial features, stretching out her hands and touching them from a distance, as if she was touching her face at close range.

Putting his fingers on Qi Qian's face, Ye Ling's body suddenly shook, and his eyes couldn't be taken away from Qi Qian's body at all.

Qi Qian, who is taking a bath, Qi Qian, who is blushing from the smoke.

and the cute and charming Qi Qian with his eyes closed.

------Off topic------

Thanks to the little angel for the 100 book coins he gave in the year of his death