I just lie down for a while, but finally got together.
Yan Cheng has been filming recently to gain muscle, and the effect is very obvious. His abdominal muscles are so charming that Zhong Jiuyin doesn't want to stop when he touches them.
Today, Yan Cheng loved the scars on her body. His wrists were licked, and the scars left after the car accident on his calf were also kissed several times.
Her brain was so empty that she couldn't help but talk about some brainless news.
"When I came on the first day, I was lying on the hospital bed. The machine next to me sizzled. Guo Mingli walked in and threw me a contract with the show like giving. I... thought,
Where did you come from the idiot?"
As he said that, he laughed, kicked Yan Cheng's shoulder and continued.
"Then the Internet said that you were coming to save the scene, so he came to me and drew me a cake, saying that as long as you give up the show, you can take on the show."
Yan Cheng also laughed.
Who can compete with her to draw cakes?
"He may not have time to understand your ability to draw cakes."
"No," she said as she tilted her head back and gasped, "What he knew... Zhong Jiuyin he knew doesn't know..."
Yan Cheng leaned over and touched her cheek, looked at her eyes and said, "So you will? Then do you have your own... different memories from 'her'?"
She nodded, but did not explain in detail, and only gave an example.
"Do you still remember the episode of the animal? I asked Reincarnation Channel, if I was a stunning genius in my previous life... I'm very sure I am..."
Yan Cheng nodded seriously and whispered, stroking her hair, "It's true, very beautiful."
The stunning is a bit credible, but the genius is not very real.
After saying that, Zhong Jiuyin lost her mind for a moment and could no longer speak.
I was sweating in the middle of winter and felt very uncomfortable. No one could sleep after the incident, so I rushed to the bathroom to rinse.
Zhong Jiuyin lay lazily in Yan Cheng's arms, put his wrist on his shoulder, and grabbed the water and played boredly behind him.
As he grabbed, his eyes focused on his wrist.
The water from the shower flowed through the scar, which was a little red. She could see it and suddenly rubbed heavily on Yan Cheng's back.
Yan Cheng turned his head and asked, "What?"
She said disappointed: "I want to rub the scars on my wrist."
Yan Cheng laughed softly: "Are you a fool? How can you rub off the scars of hyperplasia? Don't you want to see those injuries?"
"Yes." Always make her think about the difference between herself and the original owner.
"You can do laser scar removal," Yan Cheng said quietly, "Some scenes will give close-ups of the wrists, and it's good to remove them."
Then she won't feel uncomfortable.
Zhong Jiuyin did not agree, and stared boredly at a string of water droplets sliding down her palms along her arm. She raised her hand, like a pilgrimage monk, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
Perhaps some truth that she didn't want to think about was approaching, and she was like an animal that only felt, and she couldn't help but stop anxious for a second while eating grass.
It was time to go to bed after taking a shower, but Yan Cheng still had something to do, so he asked her to have a follow-up visit while eating fruit.
Zhong Jiuyin almost forgot about this matter and looked at him and said, "You have a good memory."
Yan Cheng glanced at her: "You have a good memory, and you have never forgotten three meals a day."
I just deliberately forgot the follow-up visit and didn't feel at ease.
She shrugged and sat on the side and waited.
Yan Cheng and the doctor responded to the news and asked her by the way: "Didn't you say that the movie you filmed last year had a chance to be aired? It's been more than half a month, has it passed the review?"
She paused and said, "I don't know yet. If the director broadcasts, he will contact me. It's probably going to be soon."
"Your popularity is still there, and it is the best choice to broadcast as soon as possible, it should be soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, the doctor replied to the message. He lowered his head to look at his phone again, but did not notice that Zhong Jiuyin's divine thoughts were not.
After making an appointment for follow-up visit, Zhong Jiuyin couldn't escape the examination and was taken to the hospital.
The result of the film was very good, and the doctor said that the blood in my brain was almost gone.
She stood beside her and looked around. After hearing what the doctor said, she asked more: "Will the blood stasis spread and feel swelling and pain?"
Yan Cheng immediately frowned and asked her: "Did you have any headache?"
"Occasionally, it's quite light, and it's gone in a blink of an eye, like the feeling of not having enough sleep."
Yan Cheng frowned and looked at the doctor with a worried expression. Without asking, the doctor picked up the movie and looked at it again.
"It may cause discomfort. From this point of view, there are no other problems. Pay attention to rest and follow up in time for discomfort next time."
Zhong Jiuyin nodded.
She didn't think anything was wrong, but Yan Cheng was very worried. When he came home, he repeatedly asked her about the headache and let her sleep when he went back.
He also said that he took on the wrong scene and shouldn't have taken on her with too many fighting scenes at this time.
When Zhong Jiuyin heard this, she had something to say: "What does it have to do with filming a fighting scene? Can it shake out the blood stasis? Isn't that a good thing?"
"...Do you think it's automatic sewage discharge in the sewer? Patients with cerebral symptoms after a car accident need to lie flat and rest to recover, and the intense exercise will make it more uncomfortable."
"Oh," she thought about it and said, "Then I think it's much more to sleep with you than to play a fight."
Yan Cheng: "..."
He was shocked by this explicit and blunt statement for two minutes, his expression was stiff.
Zhong Jiuyin still blinked innocently at him.
After a while, Yan Cheng pulled the corner of his mouth and said coldly: "Then don't go to bed from today until you fully recover."
"...I don't have to raise it so well. I can still bear it if I sway a little."
Yan Cheng: "No swaying a little."
"That slightly bigger sway..."
"Shut up and sleep. I can lie with you for half an hour."
She lay down with her lips curled.
Yan Cheng didn't have much time, so he had to go to catch a plane after noon.
Considering that he had worked so hard to go back and forth, Zhong Jiuyin took him to the airport and kissed him in the back seat of the car for a few minutes.
Then he said to him: "Just be honest with the filming, don't work so hard to come back."
Yan Cheng looked at her: "Didn't he say he missed me?"
"Just talk... Okay, I really think about it, but there is no need to be such a trouble. Let's make an appointment when you finish the filming. Then I'll almost finish the filming. Let's have fun and watch the snow in December.
The snow-capped mountains are sunrise at five o'clock, and the aurora at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night..."
I haven't heard similar words ten times, but I've been eight times. Yan Cheng's heartbeat index is lower than blood pressure and blood sugar.
"Don't spread such a big piece of cake, it costs oil."
"...No interest." Zhong Jiuyin simply turned into action and pounced on him and chewed him hard, then waved his hand casually.
"Let's go, I'll wait for you to come back."
Yan Cheng took his luggage and acted to open the car door and get out of the car, but then turned around and pressed the back of her head and kissed her, put her forehead against her forehead, and said softly:
"When I come back, we think about the public and then go on a trip together. A friend of mine recommended a place with a good view."
"OK."
After Yiyi bid farewell, she watched Yan Cheng's figure walk into the airport, then looked at the plane that had just flew over the sky from the car window. For some reason, she subconsciously frowned.