Pampering

The two had their eyes facing each other, so close that they could clearly see the figure reflected in each other's eyes.

Under the pressure of Cheng Zhan's eyes, Xiang Yueming took the lead in opening her eyes: "Don't slander people, I don't."

She looked at him and said confidently: "Do I look like someone who has a crush on others?"

Cheng Zhan: "It's not like."

"That's it?" Xiang Yueming cut out his eyes, "then you still ask like that."

Cheng Zhan looked at her for a few seconds and asked faintly: "So you think I am someone who has a crush on others?"

Xiang Yueming: "..."

She choked, rolled her eyes and said, "It's not like."

She murmured, "I think you are a robot."

No feelings.

Cheng Zhan raised his eyelids and calmed down: "Robots can make you feel?"

"..." Xiang Yueming glared at him, becoming angry from embarrassment: "Magical!"

Cheng Zhan sneered, seeming to understand.

Xiang Yueming was speechless: "Then you don't like anyone?"

Cheng Zhan did not answer.

Xiang Yueming looked at him for a long while, consciously boring.

She kept her eyes open: "I won't ask you anymore."

She pulled through the script and looked down, "It's boring."

Cheng Zhan got up and left, leaving a sentence before going upstairs: "No."

Xiang Yueming was startled, and when he raised his head, he could only see the back of him.

She stared at the top of the stairs for a long while, pulling the corners of her lips upwards unconsciously.

Very strange.

She thought about it when she asked, even if Cheng Zhan had it, it was normal. She would never have any unhappy emotions.

She is very clear about their identity.

But when I heard the answer, I was vaguely happy.

For a time, Xiang Yueming was a little confused about her emotions.

Kind of weird.

This development direction is not what she likes.

Xiang Yueming frowned, forced herself to draw her attention away from Cheng Zhan, and looked down at the script.

-

On Saturday night, the film promoted by Xiang Yueming was broadcast.

In the afternoon, she turned the publicity of the variety show official blog, and then ignored it.

Cheng Zhan didn't work overtime on Saturday night and didn't socialize.

As soon as Xiang Yueming turned on the TV, he came back. Unexpectedly, she didn't even have time to turn off the TV.

Just as the variety show began, Cheng Zhan glanced sideways and said lightly, "What are you watching?"

Xiang Yueming said nothing.

Cheng Zhan stared at the TV screen for a moment, loosened his tie, and said slowly: "Pink Bubbles."

"..."

For some reason, Xiang Yueming didn't feel that the four words Pink Bubble came out of Cheng Zhan's mouth.

She pursed her lower lip, and plucked him out: "I just see the effect."

Cheng Zhan pulled off his tie and responded in a low voice.

He got up and walked over to Xiang Yueming's side, very serious: "Very good."

Xiang Yueming became stiff and turned to ask, "Don't you need to go to the study today?"

Cheng Zhan loosened two shirt buttons, and took off the gold glasses and put them on the coffee table. The dark pupils that were not blocked by the lens looked at her, "Go later."

Xiang Yueming: "...oh."

She glanced at the TV that was still in the preview, recalled the recording that day, and suddenly became guilty.

"Why don't you watch it?"

Cheng Zhan: "How?"

He asked: "Don't see the effect?"

"Actually, there is nothing good to watch." Xiang Yueming bit her scalp and said, "This variety show is so-so."

"is it."

Cheng Zhanyun said calmly: "It's pretty good, let's take a look."

He said: "This should also be considered your ratings, right? We contribute."

Xiang Yueming: "..."

She looked at Cheng Zhan's serious look, and Nane said, "Why didn't you find that you still have such a good mood before."

"Yeah." Cheng Zhan said: "Other programs, no Pink Bubbles, no interest."

"..." At this moment, Xiang Yueming felt that it would be better to pretend to be dead in advance.

Cheng Zhan's sarcasm after sentence after sentence simply made her ride a tiger.

"Cheng Zhan."

She rolled her eyes, and immediately got an idea.

Cheng Zhan looked at her: "What?"

Xiang Yueming got up and straddled him: "The weather today is pretty good."

"Ok."

Cheng Zhan watched her perform: "What do you want to say?"

Xiang Yueming raised his hand, hooked his neck and said, "Shall we go out for a walk?"

Cheng Zhan: "Tomorrow."

"It will rain tomorrow." Xiang Yueming pouted pretentiously, kissed his chin, and said coquettishly: "Go now, or not?"

Cheng Zhan refused her mercilessly: "Don't go."

Xiang Yueming: "..."

"Really?"

"Ok."

Xiang Yueming nodded and sat up from him: "Then I will go by myself."

As she said, she walked to the door: "Watch it slowly by yourself."

Xiang Yueming went to the door to change shoes, and sighed while changing shoes: "Hey, there is no one who wants to find a walk. I really failed."

She muttered to herself: "Why is my popularity so bad. My grandma is right. I am the little cabbage that nobody loves and nobody loves."

She sniffed aggrievedly: "It's still the discarded cabbage that is rotten in the vegetable field."

Xiang Yueming said, looking at the other side with the corner.

well.

The dog man still did not move.

Xiang Yueming had a heart attack, put on his shoes immediately, and opened the door without hesitation. She went out today, she doesn't plan to come back!

After walking a few steps, there was no sound behind him.

Xiang Yueming felt a little sad all of a sudden. It was no longer a pretending grievance, it was the sudden depression that made her breathless.

Xiang Yueming lowered his eyes, pursed his lips and walked out, without a trace of nostalgia.

After walking a few steps, Xiang Yueming stopped.

She looked at the battery of the phone, calculating whether she could last for half an hour.

She smelled a familiar smell before she worked it out.

Xiang Yueming was stunned, and just about to turn around to take a look, he first heard the man's low voice.

"Where are you going?"

Xiang Yueming was startled and looked back at him.

The flowers in the yard were blooming, the evening breeze was blowing, and a nice scent penetrated into the nose.

She liked the fragrance of flowers very much, but at the moment, she shifted her attention to Cheng Zhan.

She stared at the man in a daze.

Cheng Zhan looked down at her and repeated: "Where do you want to go?"

Xiang Yueming returned to his senses and stammered: "Just... just walk around."

Cheng Zhan: "Yeah."

He took the lead in walking forward, and after two steps, the people behind him had not followed. He stopped and looked back at her: "I still haven't followed."

"..."

When he followed the man on one side out of the yard and walked to the gate of the community, Xiang Yueming only realized afterwards-why did she listen to Cheng Zhan so much just now?

Isn't he unable to go out?

Thinking, Xiang Yueming curled his lips. But she knows well that he can no longer be sarcastic at this time, or he will turn around and go back.

Xiang Yueming bowed his head and followed, pulling the mask on his face.

After walking for a while, she smelled the smell of food.

Xiang Yueming raised his eyes to look. After seeing the stall, he poked Cheng Zhan's arm: "I want to eat sizzling potatoes."

Cheng Zhan glanced at her: "Wait for me here."

"Hmm." Xiang Yueming's face was obedient: "Go ahead."

There were still a few people in the Teppan Tudou. Cheng Zhan didn't know if he was worried or what, so he looked back at her several times.

Xiang Yueming bends his eyes and looks over there.

Although she is still not popular, she is also afraid of being cautious in case.

After buying the potatoes, Xiang Yueming was greedy, and when he took it, he stuffed it in his mouth and was scalded to frown.

"It's hot."

Cheng Zhan: "..."

He was speechless for a while, then raised his hand and squeezed her face: "No one will rob you."

"Are not you?"

Xiang Yueming didn't even think about it, and didn't hesitate to reply.

Cheng Zhan didn't speak up.

Xiang Yueming blinked, swallowed the potatoes in his mouth, and tugged at his clothes: "I'm talking nonsense."

"Would you like to drink water?"

Xiang Yueming rolled her eyes and looked at the milk tea shop on the other side: "I want a cup of lemon tea."

"..."

Cheng Zhan looked at her deeply, raised his foot and walked across the lively street.

Xiang Yueming looked at his back, bending her lips silently.

After buying the milk tea, Xiang Yueming did not toss him again.

The two slowly walked forward following the street lamp, and the shadows overlapped inadvertently, meeting each other.

After making a small circle, Xiang Yueming didn't do it anymore.

She pulled Cheng Zhan's clothes and whispered: "Go back."

"determine?"

"Yeah." Xiang Yueming licked her lower lip, and said without opening her eyes, "I'm over."

Cheng Zhan didn't answer the call, but was walking towards the community.

Xiang Yueming followed.

She knew that Cheng Zhan must have noticed that she had just tossed him on purpose.

In fact, she is not hungry and does not want to drink lemon tea.

-

When I got home, the variety show was not over yet.

When Cheng Zhan went out, he didn't even turn off the TV.

Xiang Yueming complained to see him: "Mr Cheng, don't you think you are a bit wasteful?"

Cheng Zhan: "Isn't going to increase your ratings?"

"..."

For a time, Xiang Yueming was quite powerless to refute.

She was speechless for a while, and touched the tip of her nose: "What you said makes sense."

As soon as the voice fell, the host on the TV suddenly shouted the names of her and Song Yu.

The two turned their heads together, watching Xiang Yueming and Song Yu standing together on the TV, playing a game.

This game says ambiguous and not ambiguous, just the kind you draw and I guess. But the two were weird and in a tacit understanding, and Song Yuhua Xiang Yueming basically quickly guessed it.

Immediately, some pink subtitles were added to the two of them in the later period, and the surrounding people were making fun of them, and a vaguely ambiguous atmosphere emerged.

Xiang Yueming's scalp was numb, but he didn't count it, but it was broadcast later.

Without looking at it from beginning to end, she couldn't determine which ones were on the air, and which ones were not.

She glanced at Cheng Zhan's face secretly, cleared her throat and said: "Actually... he painted too straightforwardly, I'm smarter."

Cheng Zhan lightly scoffed.

Xiang Yueming: "..."

She swallowed Cheng Zhan: "Are you laughing at me?" In order to strengthen her confidence, she raised her voice and turned her finger on herself: "Don't you think I'm not smart?"

Cheng Zhan glanced at her coldly and walked straight to the sofa. This posture was intended to see the end.

Xiang Yueming has a headache.

"Cheng Zhan."

"Don't look." She stood in front of Cheng Zhan, raising her hands and swearing: "When Song Yu and I were recording, there was really no ambiguity, and in the movie, we had a little relationship."

Cheng Zhan raised his eyelids to look at her: "What is a little relationship?"

"what?"

Xiang Yueming blinked, and said, "It's his first love after dating for a week."

"..."

Cheng Zhan gave her a look.

Xiang Yue carefully analyzed the meaning of Cheng Zhan's eyes, and found that she could not analyze what it meant, so she simply didn't want to think about it.

After a moment of silence, Xiang Yueming's cell phone rang.

She ran over to the sofa while charging and picking up, and directly turned on the amplifier.

"Sister Xia."

Sister Xia answered and whispered: "Have you watched the variety show broadcast?"

"...Watched a little bit."

Sister Xia knew: "Have you watched Weibo?"

"No."

Sister Xia was rather helpless, and whispered: "You and Song Yu went on a hot search. Someone turned out what you broke on the plane last time."

Xiang Yueming: "..."

She turned her back to Cheng Zhan, but she could feel a hot gaze behind her.

She said "Oh", pursing her lips and said, "What did the netizens say? Can the company help?"

She was talking to Sister Xia, but she was also talking to another person: "Song Yu and I really didn't have anything! It was obviously a matter of angle that day."

Sister Xia: "Of course I know, but netizens won't listen to this explanation."

Xiang Yueming helpless: "What should I do then?"

Sister Xia thought for a while, and said lightly: "I called you to remind you, don't get involved in this matter, it's just a scandal, don't worry too much." She said: "In the entertainment industry, scandals of men and women. Inevitably, you can't explain everything."

Xiang Yueming pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Have you heard?"

Xiang Yueming's tone was cold, "I heard it."

What Sister Xia said makes some sense. But Xiang Yueming is an annoying person who has scandals with others.

It wasn't for Cheng Zhan, or she herself simply didn't like the messy CP or the scandalous scandal. There is no authenticity at all.

Sister Xia said "Yeah" and let her down: "By the way, don't let Mr. Cheng know about this."

Xiang Yueming: "..."

She choked, looked back at the man who was looking at this side, and said vaguely: "Yeah."

After hanging up, Xiang Yueming did not dare to look at Cheng Zhan again.

She touched the tip of her nose with a guilty conscience, lowered her head to talk, and Cheng Zhan's phone screen lit up.

She glanced inadvertently and found that it was Ding Sumuhao

Cheng Zhan got up and said, "What's the matter?"

Ding Zhen said, "Mr. Cheng, there is a problem with the project in the southern suburbs."

Cheng Zhan's face became cold, and he said solemnly, "Speak clearly."

Ding Liao flattered and asked, "Cheng, what should I do now?"

Cheng Zhan pondered for a few seconds, and said lightly: "I will go there in person."

Ding Rangmi regrets that I wish I could contact over there. "

Cheng Zhan walked upstairs. After two steps, he stopped and looked back at Yueming.

Xiang Yueming looked at him: "You go now."

Cheng Zhan nodded and said in a low voice: "Something went wrong in Jiangcheng, I'll go there."

Xiang Yueming nodded: "Okay."

She followed him upstairs: "Is there something to pack for you?"

"random."

Having said that, just in case, Xiang Yueming still gave him a suitcase.

Just finished, Ding Wan retreated.

Cheng Zhan left, and Xiang Yueming did not dare to ask what had happened.

Judging from Cheng Zhan's face, it must be no small matter.

Xiang Yueming never asked about his company's affairs. He had no identity and was not appropriate.

After the person left, Xiang Yueming searched with her mobile phone, but did not find any news related to Cheng Zhan's company.

She frowned, guessing it was an internal problem.

She raised her hand and rubbed her sour eyes, and simply let go of these things temporarily.

When Xiang Yueming came out of the shower, she received a WeChat message from Song Yu.

Song Yu: [Are you busy? 】

Xiang Yueming struggled for a few seconds, or politely returned a message: [Something is wrong with Teacher Song? 】

Song Yu: [Did you watch today's variety show? 】

Xiang Yueming: [After watching a part, what's wrong? 】

Song Yu: [What's your opinion? 】

Xiang Yueming: [What do you mean? 】

Song Yu bluntly informed: [My agent wants to make us both speculate. 】

Xiang Yueming was startled.

This meaning is very obvious, bundled together to fry CP. Many people in the entertainment circle do this. After filming and broadcasting together, they get together for business, which can attract many fans, advertisers and so on.

But she didn't expect that Song Yu would come to ask herself this question. According to their current identities and coffee positions, they were completely different.

Song Yu is a traffic star, has just shot a movie actor, and belongs to the top artists in the circle. And Xiang Yueming, at most, may be the most tailed one of the three lines.

Even if two people with such identities were to be tied together, they definitely shouldn't be brought up by Song Yu.

Xiang Yueming pondered for a few seconds, and then replied without hesitation: [No idea, not suitable. 】

She explained politely: [I will not agree. 】

Song Yu: [OK, I understand. 】

Song Yu: [The movie will start to run publicity in a few days, I guess we two will have more scandals. 】

Xiang Yueming: [For a role like me, I shouldn’t have to run publicity, right? 】

Song Yu: [Don't want to show your face more? 】

Xiang Yueming: [Let’s talk about it when the time comes, it’s getting late, Teacher Song rest early. 】

Song Yu: [Good night. 】

Xiang Yueming glanced at him, but didn't reply.

She used her trumpet to log on to Weibo and took a look. Not surprisingly, she and Song Yu were the fifth most searched.

She glanced, part of it was saying that they had a tacit understanding and a sense of cp, of course, a bigger part was saying that Song Yu was alone and handsome, and told her not to touch porcelain.

Xiang Yueming's fans naturally talked to her, said to take her away.

The message is almost the same.

Xiang Yueming watched for a while and quit Weibo. She doesn't like surfing the Internet, nor is she interested in these stereotyped remarks.

Before going to bed, Xiang Yueming struggled for a while and still sent Cheng Zhan a message. Dazed to sleep, Cheng Zhan didn't reply.

-

It took Cheng Zhan half a month to go.

Xiang Yueming recorded the second phase of her dance life and participated in several commercial performances.

For the promotion of the movie, Xiang Yueming only promised to participate in the promotion of the university town in Beicheng, not going anywhere else.

Her own role is not important, but she can go or not.

On the day the movie was released, I bought a zero ticket from Yueming and Yu Yuan, who was resting.

When the two appeared, there were many people in the cinema.

This is a literary romance film, but the script is well written, and the actors are traffic stars and many fans.

Xiang Yueming took about five minutes, but what she didn't expect was that her role would be well received.

After reading it, she noticed that Xiaoxi had sent her a lot of screenshots of film reviews.

When Xiang Yueming clicked, many people below were complimenting her for her acting skills, which was too shabby.

She didn't have a sense of substitution in filming before, but the first love roles in the movie are very good whether it is substitution or acting.

Even when she was in tears, she was intercepted by netizens as animated pictures, boasting that she was crying as a fairy.

Looking at Xiang Yueming, she couldn't help but laugh.

"What are you looking at?"

Yu Yuan looked at her in surprise.

Xiang Yueming handed it to her.

Yu Yuan glanced, chuckled and said, "That's right, it's the fairy who shed tears."

She looked at Xiang Yueming: "I think your acting skills have really improved."

Xiang Yueming raised an eyebrow to look at her: "Really?"

"Really." Yu Yuan nodded and said seriously: "At least in my opinion, your acting skills have improved a lot."

Hearing that, Xiang Yueming was quite happy.

"Thank you."

Yu Yuan looked into her eyes: "You are welcome, will the dance life begin tomorrow?"

"Correct."

Xiang Yueming took a deep breath and whispered, "I'm a little nervous."

"What are you afraid of?"

Yu Yuan was speechless: "Your dance, I dare say that after it starts, your fans will definitely skyrocket."

-

Yu Yuan's intuition has always been accurate.

At ten o'clock in the evening the next day, Dancing Life started on time.

Because of the advance notice and howling, many friends in the circle also reposted it, and the momentum was very good when it started.

Xiang Yueming looked at the barrage, nervous and excited.

In order to watch the barrage, she took the tablet and sat cross-legged on the carpet to play.

When the host came to talk on stage, Xiang Yueming glanced at the cell phone next to him.

In the past half month, she had no contact with Cheng Zhan.

There was an internal problem in Jiangcheng's project, and Cheng Zhan had been dealing with it there, and she didn't dare to bother.

But at this time, Xiang Yueming calculated the time, and should have returned to the hotel to rest.

She struggled for a few seconds, and sent Cheng Zhan a link to the broadcast of Dance Life.

After sending it, she held her chin and looked at the phone in front of her.

A few minutes later, a question mark came back over there.

Xiang Yueming: [It’s okay, just share it with you. 】

Cheng Zhan: [Not going to audition tomorrow, still not sleeping? 】

Xiang Yueming was stunned, and then she remembered that the two had called the other day. She casually mentioned the audition, but she did not expect Cheng Zhan to remember it.

She lowered her eyes, looked at the message he sent, and pulled the corners of her lips upwards: [Dance Life will start tonight, you know? 】

Cheng Zhan: [Well, Ding Hang, forgive me!

Xiang Yueming: [That's it? 】

Cheng Zhan: [Congratulations. 】

Xiang Yueming curled his lips, feeling boring: [Are you finished, have you returned to the hotel? 】

Cheng Zhan: [Miss me? 】

Xiang Yueming snorted softly, rolled his eyes, and replied in the opposite direction: [Yes, I am lonely if my brother is not at home. 】

She does not deny it.

Anyway, Cheng Zhan couldn't deal with her.

Xiang Yueming was afraid that this was not enough, and continued to add fuel and vinegar: [Hey, if my brother doesn't go home, I'm going to find other little fresh meat. By the way, you know that my movie is also released, although it is only five minutes, but everyone said that I and who in it has a sense of cp. 】

Cheng Zhan did not reply to her.

Xiang Yueming focused on the video. After the first contestant finished dancing, she returned her attention to the phone.

She reflected on it for a few seconds, wondering if what she had just said was a bit too late. Otherwise, how could Cheng Zhan ignore her.

Xiang Yueming quickly remedied: [Of course, I don’t agree with what everyone said. I think my brother and I have the most cp feeling, and we are the best in harmony, right? 】

Xiang Yueming emphasized: [especially in bed. 】

As soon as the news was sent, her phone vibrated, and the man sent just two words: [Open the door. 】

Xiang Yueming was stunned. When the doorbell rang, she suddenly stood up and looked at the door.

-

The door opened, and Xiang Yueming raised his eyes and ran into the eyes of the dusty man.

His face was noticeably tired, with glasses on the bridge of his nose, and he looked just as usual. He took off the suit and put it on his arm. Inside was a black shirt, just like the night.

"Silly?"

Cheng Zhan looked down at her.

Xiang Yueming shook his head and looked up at him: "Is everything over there?"

Cheng Zhan: "Yeah."

He bent over and hugged her on the shoe cabinet on one side: "Repeat what I just said."

"what?"

Xiang Yueming blinked, suddenly remembering the words he had just said. For a moment, she blushed awkwardly at her own words.

"What are you talking about?" Xiang Yueming pretended to be stupid, took the initiative to touch his chin, and said softly: "Brother, all the scumbags are out."

Cheng Zhan looked at her and didn't say anything.

Xiang Yueming laughed, "You go take a shower and clean up, you have an unpleasant smell."

Cheng Zhan: "..."

I don't know if I was hit by Xiang Yueming, Cheng Zhan actually went upstairs. But before going upstairs, he gave Xiang Yueming a self-conscious look.

Xiang Yueming watched the variety show that was still playing, tangled for a few seconds before turning off the tablet.

As soon as Cheng Zhan entered the bathroom, Xiang Yueming opened the door and walked in.

The two eyes collided and met.

Cheng Zhan knowingly asked: "What are you doing here?"

Xiang Yueming picked up the beard knife next to him, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said pretentiously: "Shave you, brother."