Song Yichen's afterglow glanced at the woman beside him, and then picked up the line seriously.

After grinding for ten minutes, Concubine Ye couldn't help but complain: "Song Yichen, are you okay?" My arms are sore......"

"No, you're coming?" Song Yichen poked his head out of the electrical box, turned his head to look at Concubine Ye and raised his eyebrows.

Concubine Ye flattened her mouth: "It's better for you to come......"

Song Yichen snorted lightly, and then continued to wiring.

In fact, it was just a few threads that he had cut short, and it would be good to connect them, and it would take less than two minutes to go back and forth, but he didn't want to part with her so quickly, at least say two more words......

Concubine Ye let out a sigh, her arm was really sore.

Holding Xuanxuan in one hand and holding the mobile phone in the other, it doesn't sound like it's weighty, but it's really tiring.

'Smack! ’

With the crisp sound, the lights in the corridor were the first to turn on, Concubine Ye was overjoyed, and hurriedly put down her mobile phone and said, "It's on, it's on in the corridor!" ”

Song Yichen turned his head to look at Concubine Ye, and saw a touch of joy in her eyes, and there was an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.

Perhaps, what she has lacked most in the past year or so is this kind of moment, when she needs to be there and he is not there.

After the lights in the corridor were turned on, Concubine Ye couldn't help but feel a little relieved, standing aside with Xuanxuan in her arms waiting for him to fix the lights in the room, standing not far from his side, Concubine Ye couldn't help but be a little distracted when she looked at his side face, and couldn't tell why, she would inexplicably think of Su Mohan, and even she would feel that he was focused at the moment, a little handsome.

As if sensing Concubine Ye's gaze, Song Yichen turned his head to look at her.

The eyes of the two met in the air, and after the collision, there seemed to be some kind of chemical reaction, splashing a string of sparks.

As the time passed, Concubine Ye couldn't help but feel a little at a loss, and the hand holding Xuanxuan tightened a little more, obviously realizing that one of her hearts was beating a little too violently, and even her cheeks began to burn.

Song Yichen was also a little out of state, looking at her blushing little face and that uncomfortable gaze, a touch of desire inexplicably rose, her Adam's apple rolled a little, and she was stunned in place.

"You... You...... It seems that the room has not come to call yet? A few minutes later, Concubine Ye finally couldn't resist it, and forcibly suppressed a somewhat weird heart and pretended to be calm.

"Oh." Song Yichen also came back to his senses from his daze, and then took his eyes off Concubine Ye, and got into the electric box again, a little distracted.

This time, he was obviously still out of shape, and his mind drifted away.

But because of this, I didn't have the intention of delaying time, and the movements in my hands were detached from my brain, and I unconsciously connected all the lines.

In an instant, the two rooms lit up one after another, Song Yichen reinstalled the electric switch again, and turned his head to look at Concubine Ye after the door of the electric box was closed.

"Alright."

The lights are bright now, and the lights around are bright, Concubine Ye's gaze at Song Yichen is even more embarrassed, after all, the two of them had such an unpleasant quarrel a week ago, but at this moment, they are nesting together to repair the electrical box, and it is really ......

But then again, it's also very strange, the filming and interview about Qiao Liya seemed to be messed up at the beginning, but no one pursued it after she went back, only editor Zhang Wen sneered a few words, as if nothing had happened, which made her wonder if Song Yichen had any background.