The Failure To Install a Was Marked By the Enemy

Sultry love words are like intoxicating wine, paralyzing the body and brain.

Yu Jing couldn't see anything, all her senses converged on her lips, and the finger pressing on her lips moved away.

The familiar Lengxiang gently and silently surrounded her, and her warm breath was attached, almost blending with hers.

Yu Jing woke up suddenly.

Break free, escape.

The piano between the two became the best cover, Yu Jing managed to get rid of the ambiguity and stumbled back two steps.

Ming Zhu's body that was quietly bent down fluttered in the air, opened his eyes and looked over.

The girl's chest heaved slightly, and her bright eyes were filled with bewitched panic and shame. Seemingly annoyed by her lack of concentration, she puffed out her mouth, stared at her eyes, pointed her white fingers tremblingly, and scolded her through gritted teeth, "You, rascal!"

“…”

Yu Jing thought she was very intimidating, but she didn't know she was wearing a blushing face. Shouting out of a soft voice didn't look like scolding, but like coquettish, and it looked even better to bully.

How dare you laugh! Yu Jing became angry and turned around and walked out.

Ming Zhu went around the piano and grabbed her wrist.

Yu Jing earned it.

Ming Zhu let go of her, and before she went into a rage, she put away the indignity on her face, looked at her eyes, and said sincerely, "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Yu Jing felt like she was punching cotton, powerless and helpless.

Ming Zhu saw that her expression was relaxed, she softened her tone, and changed her words: "If you leave like this, we won't have enough time for rehearsal."

“…”

In fact, Yu Jing is not really angry with her, but more embarrassed and uneasy.

She knew for a long time that she and Ming Zhu were not compatible. Every time they were alone, they would always find something unexpected. Just now, when she heard Ming Zhu say that she wanted to kiss her, she was actually moved. Lost my mind a bit...

Worrying about being seen by Ming Zhu, she was anxious to escape.

Hearing the word "dress rehearsal", Yu Jing's messy thoughts were thrown to the back of her mind. She looked at the piano, and then looked at Ming Zhu, who seemed to have realized the mistake and only wanted to work. She was dumbfounded for a moment, calmed her mind, and said with a serious expression, "Then you are not allowed to mess around anymore."

Ming Zhu raised his right hand, held up two fingers, and vowed: "I promise."

Yu Jing used to be convinced of her character, but just now she was teased like this, and she was a little suspicious.

Does the guarantee really work?

But time is limited and she can't think too much. Yu Jing carefully examines her for a few seconds, reluctantly believing her words.

Avoiding her overheated gaze, Yu Jing looked at the piano, pursed her dry lips, and said, "Can you play it again?"

I just got addicted to beauty and didn't listen very carefully.

Fortunately, Mingzhu didn't question it, and sat back in front of the piano with kindness.

This time, she didn't close her eyes, Mingzhu had a correct attitude, and her fingers jumped on the black and white keys, playing out familiar notes one by one.

Ming Zhu didn't need to look at the keyboard, he put aside those complicated emotions, and only focused on the singer standing next to him.

Yu Jing put one hand on the lid of the violin, and her thin white fingers tapped down to the rhythm. As the prelude ended, she lowered her eyes slightly, opened her lips, and hummed a clear voice sentence by sentence.

The opening show should not be too long. The director only allocated them half a minute and a half, which is only enough to sing half of the song. They played the piano and sang one by one, obviously it was their first practice, but they were unexpectedly perfect together.

"You play really well!" At the end of the first play, Yu Jing couldn't help but admire.

Ming Zhu raised her face, the sun shone into her eyes, making her whole person unbelievably gentle, with a smile on her face, she said without hesitation, "You sing very well too."

"Dong Dong Dong—" Someone knocked on the door.

The two looked towards the door.

The choreographer came in to check their practice.

They lined up again.

"It sounds good, and the two teachers are great." The editor and director exaggerated the praise, and after the praise, the conversation changed, "But when they officially took the stage, I think the two teachers are the best. Add a little more interaction."

The two looked at her blankly.

The director scrutinized them and quickly came up with an idea, and waved to Yu Jing: "You can sit next to Teacher Mingzhu."

Yu Jing looked at the candle.

Ming Zhu moved to the side to make room for her.

Yu Jing bit her head and walked over, looked down, and found that the chair was a bit short, and her buttocks were only half seated when she sat down.

The director said: "Don't leave it blank, just be close to each other, the closer the better."

Yu Jing hesitated: "I'm too close, I'm afraid it will affect her playing."

"It's fine, it won't affect." Ming Zhu said in her ear. In order to show that his hands are really long enough, Mingzhu stretched his arms and easily touched the key on the edge, and a "ding" sounded.

"Huh—" Yu Jing twitched the corners of her mouth, pouted her buttocks and moved towards her, until she couldn't move before stopping, like sitting on pins and needles.

The choreographer poses for them, indicating that they can start.

Candle finger flicks.

The distance is too close, Yu Jing seems to be able to hear her breathing and heartbeat. In order not to distract herself, she can't take her eyes off her dancing hands and listen carefully.

The director of the editor has to point fingers again: "Mr. Yu Jing, in the prelude, you can rest your head on Teacher Mingzhu's shoulder."

Yu Jing looked at Mingzhu's straight shoulders and leaned her head up tiredly.

Mingzhu's back was tense, and he turned his head to look at her.

"

Affectionate? ? ?

Yu Jing almost jumped up, cocked her head, looked at the director with a stiff smile, and reminded politely: ""Xiangyang" is an inspirational song, not a love song."

Yu Jing's mouth twitched, speechless.

Although I think it is outrageous, but after all, they are here for publicity, Yu Jing can only cooperate.

According to the teacher's instructions, they rearranged the song.

The two cooperated tacitly, and the director was very satisfied. Before leaving, he did not forget to praise Ming Zhu: "Mr. Ming Zhu is indeed an acting school, and the affectionate eyes just now acted so vividly. !"

Ming Zhu glanced at Yu Jing, who couldn't wait to leave the chair after rehearsal, and told the other party with her eyes: I didn't act.

"Cough—" Yu Jing pretended to look elsewhere.

After the three groups have finished their practice, the choreographer asked them to go to the scene for rehearsal. After arranging the opening show, they went through the program flow again with the four hosts.

Time flies and night falls.

At seven o'clock, under the enthusiastic expectation of the 500 spectators at the scene, a bunch of spotlights suddenly lit up and landed on the middle stage.

Sitting in front of a white piano with a bright candle in a long champagne dress, she was surrounded by the smoke created by dry ice, and she played ecstatically. The camera zoomed in, her long lashes fluttered slightly, and the moment she raised her eyes, she captured the girl wearing a long pink dress on the edge of the stage, with a gentle smile on her cold face.

Yu Jing greeted her water-like eyes and walked to the stage.

An audience member suddenly stood up and shouted: "The simile is true!"

This man has a bad head, and when he said this, screams and cheers broke out.

Yu Jing's legs softened with fright, and the dry ice was too thick to see clearly. She stepped on the skirt and threw herself forward, being embraced by Ming Zhu skillfully and quickly.

Looking at the two people hugging each other tightly, the sensation in the audience was even greater, and some people raised their mobile phones to take pictures and videos.

The music was forced to stop due to the mistake, Yu Jing's heart was beating like thunder, and she was sweating profusely, and looked at Mingzhu for help.

Ming Zhu gave her a calm look, helped her sit up, took the microphone in her hand, turned sideways, and said to the coaxing audience: "Can we let us first Finish singing?"

The audience didn't really come here to make trouble, and they calmed down slowly after laughing.

Ming Zhu put the microphone into Yu Jing's hand, and it felt cold, avoiding the camera, rubbing the sweat from her hand on her skirt, and finally pinching the position of her tiger's mouth, Silently said to her: Don't be nervous.

Yu Jing was really nervous.

Three years after her debut, although she occasionally sang other people's songs on other shows, this is the first time Yu Jing has performed her own song in public. A mess, completely messed up.

Ming Zhu calmed her down with just one look, Yu Jing readjusted her mind, raised her eyebrows, and used her eyes to tell the other person that she was ready.

The candles were placed in the body, and the soothing piano sound sounded again. Yu Jing snuggled on her shoulders, no shyness, no panic, only peace of mind.

The show was recorded and broadcast, and little mistakes did not delay much time. They started from scratch and presented a wonderful performance for the audience.

The time of half a song is very short, Ming Yu CP's first stage cooperation ended perfectly, and another group of guests raced against time to get on the stage.

They turned backstage hand in hand to thunderous applause.

"Hey—" Yu Jing let out a long sigh.

Ming Zhu touched her soft and dry palm and looked down at her: "Are you still nervous?"

Yu Jing shook her head, thought about it, and said, "It's not enough."

Is it not enough to sing, or is it not fun to work with her? Ming Zhu wanted to find out, and opened his mouth to ask, when he saw the director of the editor running over, he had to swallow the words back in his stomach.

At the end of the performance, the guests and the host are going to appear on the stage. The choreographer is afraid that they will forget, so he specially came to explain and let them prepare themselves in advance.

The recording ended three hours later and it was late at night.

"Crazy Treasure Hunting" is a whole day's recording, in contrast, recording "Happy Star" is simply too easy for six MCs, this time everyone had fun very happy.

After the recording, the four hosts invited them to eat local food at a very famous food stall near the TV station.

The four hosts are regular customers in the store. The boss has prepared a box for them. Nearly 20 people are crowded into the small store full of fireworks, eating local specialties and changing cups. Lamp, talk and laugh.

In order to be able to wear a beautiful dress, Yu Jing only ate five minutes full for dinner. When she saw plates of delicious crayfish, she finally couldn't help it. She put on gloves and grabbed one first. Only minced garlic, handed it to my mouth, took a mouthful of the rich soup to satisfy my cravings, and then began to peel it.

God.

It is delicious, but it is too troublesome to eat.

Yu Jing peeled five in a row, tasted all the flavors, took off the greasy gloves, and took a sip of the watermelon juice in front of her.

"Why don't you eat?" Mingzhu, who was sitting on her right hand, suddenly asked.

Yu Jing didn't want to be heard by the four hosts who enthusiastically introduced the food, so she covered her face with a cup, and said to her, "It's tiring to peel it off."

Ming Zhu raised her eyebrows and glanced at the shrimp shells stacked by her hand and the plates of red crayfish, thoughtfully.

Yu Jing thought she was greedy, and pointed at the plate of minced garlic, "That one is the best."

Ming Zhu glanced at her and really picked up the gloves.

Put on the gloves, Mingzhu picks out the fattest crayfish from the plate of garlic minced crayfish, learns the method she just did, and carefully peels it with her head down.

Yu Jing found that she was peeling more slowly than herself, remembering that she always ate those clear soups and waterless things when she was in Bishui Town, and asked casually: "Have you never eaten these before?"

Ming Zhu made a "hmm" sound, took off the two pliers, spread out her palms full of red oil in front of her eyes, and said carefully, "These things are too oily and unhealthy."

, the plump plumpness.

Ming Zhu noticed her gaze, stopped her hands, and lowered her voice: "Where are you looking?"

A shallow breath brushed past her ears, half of Yu Jing's body was numb, she hurriedly looked away from a place on her body that she shouldn't be looking at, and casually held up the cold watermelon juice , ton ton ton all finished drinking.

Mingzhu laughed softly.

Yu Jing gritted her teeth and wanted to hit someone.

"Jingjing, do you still want it?" Xiao Yihuan, who was busy helping people pour juice, saw that her glass was empty and asked.

Juice is high in sugar and should not be drunk. Yu Jing's face was still burning, she simply wanted to use the coldness to slow down, and said yes with a smile.

But Xiao Yihuan couldn't make it.

Because there were too many people, a lot of seats were added in the room, which narrowed the space of the box. There was a bright candle between them. Reached out in front of the candle, one raised a glass, and the other poured it carefully.

“Ding Dong—”

A short message sounded in the vertical direction below, causing the two people who finished pouring the drinks to look down at the same time, and their eyes fell on Mingzhu's mobile phone on the table.

A familiar name appeared on the lit screen, and the content was clear at a glance.

Liang Tian: "Senior Sister, are you asleep?"

She was the flying guest who replaced Peng Ze to record the third issue of "Treasure Hunt", and the actress who filmed "The Legend of Qingqiu" with Ming Zhu.

It's unkind to spy on other people's privacy, Yu Jing and Xiao Yihuan both realized this, and they both shifted their eyes and looked at each other at the same time.

Yu Jing was suddenly a little irritable, she ignored Xiao Yihuan's wink, held the glass of cold watermelon juice in both hands, and slowly sat back on the chair.

"Ding dong—" Mingzhu's phone rang again.

Yu Jing forced herself not to look, not to look at the phone, not to look at the candle, and pretended to drink the watermelon juice calmly.

Xiao Yihuan couldn't hold back, glanced at the screen that lit up again, and saw Liang Tian's name again. She didn't read the content carefully, she silently took out her mobile phone and typed quickly with her fingers.

Yu Jing drank her drink, feeling vaguely that the phone in her bag vibrated.

She muted her phone when she was recording the show and forgot to call it back. Yu Jing opened her bag and took out her mobile phone, unlocked it, and saw the message just sent by Xiao Yihuan.

Xiao Yihuan: "The program has been recorded, and that Liang Tian is still harassing Sister Mingzhu!"

Yu Jing slandered in her heart: harassment is harassment, someone is willing.

If you didn't want to, you would have been blocked already, right?

Yu Jing couldn't help but think of the news of the Moments that Liang Tian sent her back with the bright candle last time, her heart was mixed, dry and dull, and a little unspeakable sour.

She didn't have time to sort out the reason for these disturbing emotions, and the phone she held tightly shook for a long time.

Bowing her head, seeing the name in the note on the caller ID, Yu Jing was even more panicked, and she didn't want to hang up.

Try again.

hang up again.

The person on the other end was not sensible this time, and was persistently calling over and over again. Yu Jing was so annoyed that she touched the bowl and chopsticks with her elbow, and there was a crisp sound of "clang".

Mingzhu, who lowered her head to peel the shrimp, was finally disturbed. She looked up and saw that her face was not very good. She wanted to ask her what was wrong, and Yu Jing stood up abruptly.

"Where are you going?" Xiaoye asked eagerly.

Yu Jing was too lazy to explain, she pointed to the outside, and took her mobile phone out of the private room.

There was no one in the middle, Xiaoye directly met Shang Mingzhu's inquiring gaze, swallowed the food in her mouth, and helped Yu Jing to answer: "It should be to the bathroom."

Ming Zhu didn't feel like it, he hesitated for a moment, put the whole piece of peeled shrimp into Yu Jing's bowl, and took off his gloves.

The clothes were pulled by the person next to them.

Ming Zhu turned around and looked at Xiao Yihuan who was holding her in confusion.

Xiao Yihuan came over, covered her mouth with her hand, and said mysteriously, "Jingjing may be angry."

The candle is cloudy and foggy: "What are you angry about?"

Xiao Yihuan tapped her chin on her phone: "Liang Tian sent you a message just now, and Jingjing and I both saw it."

The bright candle was amazed. She was working so hard to pick the shrimp line just now, so concentrated that she didn't even hear the phone ring.

Pick up the phone and read the content sent by Liang Tian, ​​Ming Zhu frowned deeply.

Liang Tian sent her two messages in total.

Item 1: Sister, are you asleep?

Article 2: I'm going to see the team in M ​​city tomorrow, which suit do you think I should wear? [image][image][image].

The three pictures are self-portraits of Liang Tian wearing various dresses.

Xiao Yihuan fanned the flames beside him: "Ming Zhu, Liang Tian should like you, right? She is an Omega, and she sent you such an ambiguous message so late, don't say Jingjing, even I see It is easy to misunderstand.”

Xiao Yihuan didn't see what the second message was at all, but judging from Ming Zhu's expression, she felt that Liang Tian must have acted as a demon, and decided to help them.

Bright candle pondered. This Liang Tian added her Wechat after recording the show, and said that day that she didn't have a car, Zhou Qinian gave her a ride because they had filmed together. Liang Tian was very noisy in the car, and Ming Zhu didn't want to talk about it. After returning, Liang Tian sent her a message to thank her, but Ming Zhu didn't care. For so many days, the other party has not moved, and Mingzhu has almost forgotten that there is this person.

Liang Tian's intention was obvious, Ming Zhu didn't understand, but he didn't take this person to heart at all, so he chose to ignore it. How could she have thought that Liang Tian would be so cheeky to send such a message to herself at night.

Xiao Yihuan finished the fire and found that Mingzhu didn't move, and she was so anxious.

Jingjing is getting angry, so hurry up and coax her!

Xiao Yihuan plans to pour some more oil: "Jingjing she..."

Ming Zhu turned and ran away before she could finish speaking.

Xiao Yihuan was stunned, watching the tall figure disappear into the door in a blink of an eye, and couldn't help laughing.

She took a sip of watermelon juice with satisfaction, logged in to Weibo account, edited the content, and clicked send.

Ming Yu CP fan head: "#Mingyuchaohua#I think they have a play."

The food stalls have good business at night, some people are punching loudly, some people are drunk and singing crazy... Yu Jing couldn't find a quiet place for a long time, and asked the boss if there was a bathroom.

The boss knew that she was a star, and came here with the four hosts, and asked her to go to the bathroom of her own house on the second floor, which was cleaner and generally closed to the public.

Yu Jing felt embarrassed, but the boss was very forthright, waved her hand, and said, "It's okay, Brother Hua's friend is my friend, I'll ask my wife to take you up."

Hua Ge is the head host of "Happy Star".

The kindness was hard to resist, so Yu Jing was no longer polite to him, smiled and said "thank you", and followed the proprietress to the second floor.

The proprietress was also very cheerful, the two of them walked and chatted, and only halfway there, someone downstairs shouted to add beer.

The proprietress responded, pointed to the restroom at the corner, and said, "Use whatever you want", and then ran down to entertain the guests.

Yu Jing stood on the stairs, looking at the lively crowd downstairs in a daze, and then slowly recovered her mind when the phone stopped vibrating.

She turned over the phone in her palm and saw three missed calls and an unread message, so she opened it calmly.

Mom: "Baby, are you still busy? Mom doesn't want to disturb your work, but it doesn't really matter. I just want to ask you, can you come back tomorrow?"

Looking at the strange title at the beginning, Yu Jing sneered.

She did not call back and did not reply.

Press off the phone, only to see a drop of red oil on the screen, I don't know how to get it. Yu Jing wiped it away heavily, raised her head, glanced at the bathroom in front of her, put her phone in her pocket, and stepped on her legs.

The restrooms are really clean and spacious.

Yu Jing didn't come to the toilet, she saw a bottle of Blue Moon hand sanitizer on the sink and squeezed it out.

The red oil is mixed with various spices, and the heavy smell is not easy to wash. She washed it very carefully, and the sound of rushing water covered the footsteps upstairs.

"You are here."

A familiar voice drifted in from the door, Yu Jing looked over and saw Mingzhu leaning against the door, gasping for breath, lost her mind, and asked nonsense: "What are you doing here?"

Ming Zhu brushed her messy hair, walked in and helped her turn off the tap.

"Looking for you."

“…”

"...why are you angry?" Yu Jing asked the same question as she just now.

Ming Zhu really didn't realize it just now, but she felt that Yu Jing might be covering up, clearing her throat, and saying more carefully: "Liang Tian sent me a message, but I didn't reply."

Yu Jing was stunned by her two words that didn't match her foreword, she shook the water from her hand, and said sullenly: "If you want to go back, think about it, if you don't want to go back, don't go back. What has it got to do with me?"

.

Ming Zhu clearly felt the change in her mood, and took two more steps inside.

“Ding Dong—”

Short message tones can stop you.

Ming Zhu picked up the phone, saw another message from Liang Tian, ​​and pressed it blankly.

Yu Jing inadvertently caught a glimpse of the word "Senior Sister" flashing across the screen, and her blood was tumbling.

Like a suppressed beast who finally found an outlet to vent, she angrily drew all the accumulated dissatisfaction to this news that destroyed the atmosphere, pulled the corner of her mouth awkwardly, and groaned softly Aloud: "You are about the same age as this Liang Tian, ​​and they are both actors. There should be a common topic, right?"

Ming Zhu was not sure why she said such a sentence, looked at her without blinking, and said calmly, "I haven't talked to her."

Yu Jing turned a deaf ear, and said coolly: "Sister and sister, they sound like a good match."

Not only was she not annoyed, but Mingzhu felt a little bit of joy in her heart, she moved forward, her eyes passed over her almost twisted eyebrows, looked into her eyes, and said softly, "Jingjing, you Are you jealous?"

The distance suddenly narrowed, Yu Jing saw the smile in her eyes, she suddenly realized what she had said, pressed her lips tightly, pushed her away, and strode out. go.

"Bang-"

Ming Zhu closed the door ahead of her.

Yu Jing didn't stop her footsteps, bumped her forehead against her arm, and watched her use her body against the door, her heart was anxious and confused, she wanted to push her away, but she didn't push it for a long time.

Mingzhu is very thin, but she is an Alpha after all, her body is unshakably clinging to the door panel, her eyes are lowered, and her eyes fall on her lips that are stained with red oil.

"Get out of the way!" Yu Jing said fiercely.

Ming Zhu refused to let it go, bent down slightly, and stared at her pursed lips with burning eyes: "Is crayfish really that delicious?"

"Wh...uh..." Yu Jing didn't hear what she said, she raised her head subconsciously, but she pinched her chin.

Two soft lips pressed together without warning, engulfing the unfinished words.

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