"Nope."

As soon as the words fell, Sheng Kite on the other end had already gotten out of bed and walked towards him.

The next second, she raised her hand and pressed it in the direction of his forehead.

This time, he lowered his head first, making it easier for her to reach it.

She touched his forehead with one hand and her own with the other, and after comparison, she nodded and withdrew her hand: "Well, it's no longer burning." ”

"It's so late, you haven't eaten dinner, you should be hungry, I'll go out and serve you soup, and you will come out to drink it after you blow your hair, okay?"

Shi Yan snorted.

……

Sheng Yuan waited in the restaurant for about five minutes before Shi Yan came out.

She placed a spoon beside his bowl and looked back—

"Is it just dry?"

Shi Yan walked over on slippers: "It's blow-dried, it's short hair, it's easy to dry." ”

"Really? So I'll check it out? ”

He hasn't recovered from a cold yet, Sheng Kite is not afraid of 10,000, just in case, it's better to be cautious.

……

A young man in white T trousers sat at the dining table, his face was cold, and he watched Sheng Kite touch his head with his hand.

The white fingers sink into the short black hair, in fact, the hair is not exclusive to girls, and even many boys' hair is softer than girls'.

Sheng Yuan admitted, absolutely admitted, that she really- didn't hold back at all.

Knowing clearly that Shi Yan's hair was completely dry, he rubbed it several more times.

Too-

It's soft!

Fluffy and soft!

What kind of fairy touch is this!!

Shi Yan pretended not to notice that she had overtimed for a long, long, long time, and was silently treated by her as some kind of doll bear, allowing her to move for a while.

However, she didn't seem to know what the idiom 'enough is enough' meant.

The young man's originally blown black hair became messy again, and his dark eyes looked at the fragrant corn rib soup in the porcelain bowl in front of him.

The voice is low and magnetic, word by word.

"Sheng Kite, you did it on purpose."

……

Before messing with the cubs.

Sheng Yuan withdrew his hand very 'sensitively', and then sat down opposite him with a 'look as usual'.

He was even urged.

"The soup should be almost cold, Shi Yan, drink it quickly."

Shi Yan: "......"

After drinking the soup.

Sheng Kite put the bowl and spoon in the dishwasher.

It's eleven forty p.m., and it's almost twelve.

At this time, Sheng Kite had time to take his mobile phone.

She unlocked the screen and found Xiaozhou's contact box in WeChat-

[Shi Yan caught a cold and had a high fever. 】

'But it's okay now.' I haven't finished typing yet.

Xiaozhou was startled, and second-

[Ahh Is it serious!? Then let's send Brother Yan to the hospital quickly! I'll come over now-]

Flourishing Kite:

[He's fine, the doctor has already come, the fever has subsided, I sent you a message to say, let Shi Yan rest for a day tomorrow.] 】

Xiaozhou didn't pause at all, and replied very happily:

[It's no problem, I'll just talk to the crew. 】

Sheng Kite: [OK, I'll take care of him.] 】

After chatting with Xiaozhou.

Sheng Kite also found Director Jiang's business card.

Showing that I want to take a day off tomorrow is a bit of a problem.

The entertainment industry is a group of night owls, and it's almost twelve o'clock.

Sheng Yuan thought that he would have to wait until the morning to get Jiang Mingxin's reply.

Result –

Jiang Mingxin also replied in seconds, saying that there was no problem, and asked with concern by the way, didn't he encounter something more tricky.

The main thing is that Sheng Kite has been filming in the crew for half a month, although he said that he left on time after filming, he was never late once, and even came earlier than everyone every time.

Earlier than the crew!

She is about to become a 'model and good student benchmark' for the crew!

Therefore, she suddenly said that she wanted to ask for leave, and Jiang Mingxin naturally misunderstood, thinking that she was in some difficulty.

Sheng Kite replied no.

Just about to quit WeChat.

Zhang Bai has a new message prompt——

[Little ancestor, you haven't sent that photo yet. 】

Speaking of photos.

Sheng Yuan was stunned, oh yes, she still has to post Weibo news.

Shi Yan had a fever, and she forgot about it.

Sheng Kite: [I'll get it later.] 】

Zhang Bai: [Oak~]

……

When Shi Yan came out after brushing his teeth in the second bedroom, he saw that he was in the main living room-

The girl was kneeling on the couch, holding a mobile phone to herself, not knowing what she was tinkering with.

Because the wool carpet in the presidential suite is covered all over the area, kneeling on the floor is not only not cold, but also very soft, no different from sitting on the thick cushion.

In order to cater to her girlish identity, the manager of the Sunny Hotel transformed the interior of the house into a warmer and fresher style.

Sheng Kite has been living in for half a month, and there will be some of her life in this suite-

For example.

Alpacas and cloud pillows can be seen everywhere.

Girls' cups, headbands, crystal hairpins.

……

"What are you doing?"

Sheng Kite turned around and replied, "I'm taking pictures and then posting on Weibo." ”

She heard him say something faint, and then there was no sound behind her.

It was as if suddenly, the room was quiet.

Sheng Kite's fingers pressed the shutter button paused, turned around, and saw-

The young man sat on the sofa, his palms propped up above his knees, his thin back under the white T was very straight, his face was cold, his bones were distinct, he had no emotion, and his eyes half-hidden under the broken hair did not know where to look.

The whole person looks very quiet. ——

It wasn't until he noticed Sheng Kite's gaze that the young man's dark eyes turned slightly and looked at her.

"What's wrong?"

“……”

Sheng Yuan paused, and suddenly realized one thing-

Shi Yan him.

Usually, it seems that there are no daily activities except filming.

Every time he goes to his lounge, Sheng Yuan can always see Xiaozhou holding a mobile phone to watch videos or watch jokes, and pass the time in various entertainment ways.

But Shi Yan is not keen on these.

Except for filming or reading scripts, the teenager always sits there quietly.

Others are passing the time.

And he seemed to be waiting for time to pass.

……

"Shi Yan, you can help me shoot."

Sheng Yuan got up in front of Shi Yan and handed him the phone directly.

Shi Yan glanced at the mobile phone in front of him, was stunned for a moment, and then raised his head and looked at her: "I, help you?" ”

Sheng Yuan nodded affirmatively: "Yes, you can take the photo for me." ”

After saying this, she asked again: "Is it okay?" ”

……

Just post a photo on Weibo.

Sheng Yuan thinks that as long as you are clear and can see people clearly.

It's not a matter of asking for anything.

Feel free to whole.

But Shi Yan's slender palm held the girl's silver mobile phone, but he was a little at a loss.

"Shi Yan, just shoot casually."

She stepped over her phone and looked at him.

In the lens of portrait mode——

The girl with red lips and white teeth, the princess cut and draped, her apricot eyes were clear, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and the whole person was vivid and soft.

(End of chapter)