"Don't worry, I'll try."

Feng Yin was amused by Cheng Yanqiu, who was so solemn.

"The conversation between the two of us, there is always a sense of color that we are anxious about, right?"

Feng Yin couldn't help but smile a little wider and said, "The body is heavy, don't worry." ”

"I know."

Cheng Yanqiu's eyes were burning and he stared at Feng Yin's red lips, although there are some things that can't be done, it's still okay to kiss them.

Feng Yin still wanted to open her mouth to say when, but the cold touch on her lips made her shake.

The kiss between the two was faint, and there was no hint of the eagerness with which they had just talked about a taboo topic.

"Sweet."

Cheng Yanqiu whispered, with a sense of satisfaction in his heart.

"Sweet? Oh – I just ate candy. ”

The ambiguous breath can always end here in the wind.

Feng Yin asked Cheng Yanqiu to lie down and began to massage him.

This is also the fundamental reason why she stayed, to recuperate for Cheng Yanqiu.

"Have you been tired of filming lately?"

"It's okay, I'm taking care of my rest."

Cheng Yanqiu was telling the truth, he wanted to live for a while longer.

In the past, he really liked filming, so he often ignored his body for the sake of filming.

But now, he doesn't shoot for more than three hours a day, and most of the time is resting.

As for the director, there is no opinion at all, who made Cheng Yanqiu the biggest investor.

Feng Yin gave Cheng Yanqiu massage according to the acupuncture points, and Cheng Yanqiu was still sharing gossip and interesting stories with Feng Yin at the beginning.

He said that after Feng Yin left, it was like the power was gone, and they missed Feng Yin's cooking skills.

He also said that after Feng Yin left, although the makeup of other people was much stronger than before, it was still a lot worse than Feng Yin's.

The director looked for Cheng Yanqiu several times and wanted to call Fengyin back to help, but Cheng Yanqiu refused.

He also said that the props team in the crew, the staff such as Fuhuadao and others were more enthusiastic about him.

Feng Yin responded from time to time, and Cheng Yanqiu's voice became smaller and smaller, and gradually only his shallow breathing remained.

He, asleep.

After Cheng Yanqiu fell asleep, Feng Yin loosened the strength in his hand, and he didn't know how many times he picked up Cheng Yanqiu.

"Well, a little heavier?"

Feng Yin was not very sure, and still calmly sent Cheng Yanqiu into the bedroom and covered him with a quilt.

The next morning, when Cheng Yanqiu woke up, he realized that he had gone from the living room to the bedroom.

Just think about it, you know that it was the wind that sent him back.

As a man, Cheng Yanqiu accepted the matter of being sent back by the woman he liked.

He already knew he was a little weak....well, very weak.

Cheng Yanqiu, who woke up, only felt very comfortable.

In the past, when he woke up, he would feel very heavy on his body, and there was always a feeling that he had not slept well and was tired.

But today those feelings are gone.

He is like those children who play for a day, and after a good night's sleep, they are in a state of resurrection.

It's just that Cheng Yanqiu doesn't know this state, he has been sick from childhood to adulthood.

Cheng Yanqiu, who sat up, pressed a switch, the electric curtain was opened, and the early morning light came in.

The sun hasn't risen yet, so it's not too late.

Cheng Yanqiu took the mobile phone on the bedside and looked at it, it was only six o'clock.

There was a message on his phone, which was sent by Feng Yin, and the time was last night, which was equivalent to her leaving him a note.

The message told Cheng Yanqiu that if he got up early, he would go downstairs to have dinner with her, and if he got up late, she would come up and call him up.

Because, today is the day when two people want to broadcast live together.