After being on variety shows, I will draw big cakes for the actor

Chapter 220 Want to Become an Octopus

Back in the car, Zhong Jiuyin sent a message to Qian Yu, telling him that the inspection was over.

Qian Yu knew about Yan Cheng accompanying her to the hospital. When he told him in the morning, he was silent for a long time. One second he was saying that Yan Cheng was dishonest in love, and the next second he was saying that Yan Cheng was okay.

Really changeable.

When Qian Yu saw the news, he replied that he knew it, and asked her to check it online.

[Guo Mingli posted a weird Weibo, it's like going crazy, you go and see it.By the way, look at the comments on my Weibo, and interact with fans. 】

He also specifically reminded her: [Don't answer questions about relationships. 】

She returned the message with her head down, Yan Cheng asked her to fasten her seat belt, seeing that she didn't respond, he paused, leaned over to help fasten it.

As he approached suddenly, Zhong Jiuyin leaned back subconsciously, raising her hands to avoid touching them.

"What are you doing? Don't be so anxious to kiss, you haven't come home yet."

"..." Yan Cheng glanced at her, the seat belt clicked into the buckle, he stepped back and said, "You can imagine beauty."

Well, I didn't want to kiss.

Yan Cheng started the car, feeling a little worried all the time, knowing it was useless, he asked again: "Are you really sure there's nothing wrong with you?"

Having a little blood in your brain doesn't sound like a normal thing, and when something goes wrong with the brain, it's usually serious.

Zhong Jiuyin said without raising her head, "Really not."

"Headache, dizziness, tinnitus and the like?"

"Didn't the doctor ask you all? No. I was a little dizzy because I couldn't breathe from the kiss last night."

"...you are hypoxic."

After Yan Cheng finished speaking, he stopped asking and concentrated on driving.

After Zhong Jiuyin replied to Qian Yu's message, he admired his driving appearance, then lowered his head, and followed Qian Yu's instructions to browse the Internet.

She doesn't like to read gossip online, and it turns out that this habit helps her filter out a lot of unpleasant things.

Clicking in now, it's like the mailbox is being overcrowded, and a lot of information breaks into the eyes.

She picked and picked and read, mainly looking at the friendly comments. Compared with the sarcasm, even the long string of dry hahahaha is very interesting.

Looking at it, she saw a somewhat strange comment.

[Sihasha, who can understand, the two of them poked me hard xp, Saori, I really don’t want to drink it, but Yc looks so skinny and can hold Zjy for ten minutes]

She read it twice and was still a little puzzled, so she turned to Yan Cheng and asked, "Do you know what this means?"

She handed him the phone, pointing at "xp" with her fingertip.

Yan Cheng took the time to glance over, his eyelids twitched, and almost coughed due to his own saliva.

"The chip means, the comment is sent by a robot." He said nonsense.

Zhong Jiuyin was skeptical, and started to make good use of the search with the mobile phone in his hand.

After finding out, she suddenly realized: "So that's what it means."

Yan Cheng asked calmly, "What?"

She explained with a down-to-earth example: "It's my impulse to become an octopus."

Yan Cheng asked an unbelievable question: "What?"

The two words are exactly the same as the previous sentence, but because of the different tone, they express very different meanings.

Zhong Jiuyin thought he didn't understand, and gave an example seriously:

"For example, your clothes are very tight, but the cuffs, neckline, and hem, I want to use something to get in. Like, octopus feet, many octopus feet, get in at the same time..."

"Stop." Yan Cheng's eyelids twitched wildly, wondering if she did it on purpose.

Who is a good person talking about this kind of problem halfway.

"Stop looking at those comments, the abbreviated ones are not good things to say."

"Is that the same sentence?" She handed over the phone again.

There was a compliment on Yan Cheng on the screen: [Brother YC is so handsome, so handsome, so charming! 】

Yan Cheng: "..."

It happened that there was a red light ahead, he stepped on the brakes, tilted his head and asked, "Did you do it on purpose?"

Zhong Jiuyin denied: "Of course not. It's a coincidence, it's all a coincidence. I wasn't going to read the comments online."

Yan Cheng stared at her, then touched the medicine on the storage box in the middle and said, "Take more medicine if you have nothing to do."

"Your concern is really special. I will buy you so many medicines when I have a chance."

"Let's leave this poison cake for others to eat." After the red light passed, he started the car again, holding the steering wheel and turning it.

The silver dial refracted a ray of light at a certain angle, and Zhong Jiuyin squinted his eyes.

When Yan Cheng turned right, he happened to see her, and he looked at her lewdly, and calmly said, "You can restrain yourself, Miss Octopus."

That gaze was really like an octopus's feet, piercing into his neckline.

Zhong Jiuyin didn't understand, and she didn't do anything, so she was restrained.

But she still said, "Okay, I won't disturb your driving."

It's really scary that a car accident can directly kill the original owner, so it's better to be safe.

When the car drove back downstairs to Zhong Jiuyin's house, they were not in a hurry to get out of the car and exchanged a few polite words.

Zhong Jiuyin asked him: "Would you like to sit up?"

Yan Cheng: "What are you doing?"

Zhong Jiuyin: "Kiss one."

Yan Cheng: "Just a kiss?"

Zhong Jiuyin: "If you want, you can also touch it."

Yan Cheng: "...No. You can go up by yourself."

He unbuckled her seat belt, and mentioned that he flew abroad to film on Wednesday.

"I'm leaving the day after tomorrow, and I'll be back on Friday night, and I'm filming the last episode on Saturday."

"Oh." It's not her job to repeat to her what the schedule is for.

Yan Cheng waited for a while, but before she could say anything else, he took a deep breath and asked patiently, "You have nothing to say? I'm leaving the day after tomorrow, and I don't have many chances to be with you in a short time."

"That's such a pity."

"...Go up." To save him from heartache.

Zhong Jiuyin looked at him and laughed to himself.

"It's just a joke, don't mind. You're leaving the day after tomorrow, or you can come back tomorrow. Let's kiss enough for the next few days in advance to ensure that you won't miss me when you go abroad."

Yan Cheng took another breath: "I really appreciate your careful consideration."

"So come tomorrow?"

"Not coming."

"Really?"

Yan Cheng stopped answering, and stared at her with a wooden face.

She laughed again, and leaned over to kiss him.

"Should we go up and sit down now, or come tomorrow?"

There are only two choices, no blank options.Her tone and eyes were emphasizing that what she said was definitely not just sitting around.

Yan Cheng had the feeling of being ordered to a private room for special services. He rested his elbows on the steering wheel, pressed his fingers on his temples, and then said sullenly——

"tomorrow."

Zhong Jiuyin nodded: "That's fine. As for feelings, it might be better to take a break every day if you meet every day. A healthy relationship must withstand the test of parting and getting along with each other at the same time."

Yan Cheng: "A gap of one day is not called parting, and we have never gotten along peacefully."

"Isn't this just getting along with each other normally? There's no ups and downs of love and hatred, and nothing else except kissing."

Yan Cheng accidentally asked her: "Then what if there is love and hatred?"

After asking, I felt that I was abnormal, why did I still play this little game of guessing the plot with her?He was probably so crazy that his brain was eaten with a mallet.

(End of this chapter)