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

It was agreed to just lie down for a while, and finally rolled together.

Yan Cheng recently wanted to build up his muscles for filming, and the effect was obvious. His abs were so charming that Zhong Jiuyin didn't want to stop after touching them.

And Yan Cheng loved the scars on her body very much today, her wrists had been licked, and the scars on her calves after the car accident had been kissed several times by him.

The kiss made her brain empty, and she couldn't help talking about some random news.

"When I came here on the first day, I was lying on the hospital bed like this. The machine next to me was buzzing. Guo Mingli walked in and threw me a contract with the show like a charity. At that time... I thought, this Where did the idiot come from?"

As he spoke, he laughed, kicked Yan Cheng's shoulder with his leg, and continued.

"Then it was said on the Internet that you were coming to save the show, and he came to me and made a cake for me, saying that as long as the show was released, he could take over a play for me."

Now Yan Cheng also laughed.

Who can compare to her in painting cakes.

"He may not have had time to understand your ability to draw cakes."

"No," she said while leaning her head back impatiently and gasping for breath, "he understands... Zhong Jiuyin who understands can't..."

Yan Cheng leaned over to touch her cheek, looked into her eyes and said, "So it's just you who know? Then do you have your own... different memories from 'her'?"

She nodded, but didn't go into details, just gave an example.

"Do you still remember the episode of Animal Transformation? I asked Samsara if I was a brilliant genius in my previous life...I'm pretty sure I was..."

Yan Cheng seriously nodded in agreement, stroked her hair and said in a low voice, "Indeed, very beautiful."

Stunning beauty has a bit of believability, genius is not so real.

After finishing talking, Zhong Jiuyin was in a daze for a moment, unable to speak again.

I sweated a lot in the winter and felt very uncomfortable. After finishing the work, no one could fall asleep and rushed to the bathroom to rinse.

Zhong Jiuyin lay lazily in Yan Cheng's arms, put her wrists around his shoulders, and played with water boredly behind him.

Grabbing and holding, his eyes focused on his wrist again.

The water from the shower flowed over the scar, and it was a bit reddened. She was fascinated by the sight, and suddenly rubbed heavily on Yan Cheng's back.

Yan Cheng tilted his head and asked, "What?"

She said in a disappointed tone, "I want to rub off the scar on my wrist."

Yan Cheng smiled lowly: "Are you a fool? How can hypertrophic scars be rubbed off? Don't want to see those injuries?"

"Yeah." It always made her think about the difference between herself and the original owner.

"Laser scar removal can be done," Yan Cheng said warmly, "Some scenes will have a close-up of the wrist, so removing it is also good."

That way she won't be uncomfortable looking at it.

Zhong Jiuyin didn't agree, and stared boredly at a string of drops of water sliding down her arm from the palm of her hand. She raised her hand like a pilgrimage monk, she didn't know what she was thinking.

Maybe some truths that I don't want to think about are approaching, and like an animal that only has feelings, she can't help but stop worrying for a second while eating grass.

It was time to go to bed after taking a shower, but Yan Cheng still had things to do, so he made an appointment for her follow-up visit while eating fruit.

Zhong Jiuyin almost forgot about it, looked at him and said, "You have a pretty good memory."

Yan Cheng glanced at her: "You have a good memory, you never forget three meals a day."

It's just that I deliberately forgot about the follow-up visit, and didn't worry about it.

She shrugged, sat and waited.

Yan Cheng waited for the doctor to reply, and asked her by the way: "Didn't you say that the movie you filmed last year had a chance to be broadcast? It's been more than half a month, has it passed the review?"

She paused, and said, "I don't know yet. The director will contact me if it airs. I guess it will be soon."

"Your enthusiasm is still there. It is the best choice to broadcast as soon as possible. It should be soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, the doctor sent a message back, and he looked down at his phone again, not noticing that Zhong Jiuyin was out of his mind.

After making an appointment for a follow-up visit, Zhong Jiuyin couldn't escape the examination and was taken to the hospital.

The results of the filming were good, and the doctor said that the congestion in the brain was almost gone.

She stood by the side and looked here and there. Hearing what the doctor said, she asked one more question: "During the process of dispersing the blood congestion, will there be any feeling of swelling and pain?"

Yan Cheng immediately frowned and asked her, "Have you ever had a headache?"

"Occasionally, it's very slight, and it disappears in the blink of an eye, like the feeling of not getting enough sleep."

Yan Cheng frowned and looked at the doctor with a worried expression. Without him asking, the doctor picked up the film and looked at it again.

"There is a certain possibility that it will cause discomfort. From this point of view, there is no other problem. Pay attention to rest and return to the doctor in time for the next time you feel uncomfortable."

Zhong Jiuyin all nodded.

She didn't think there was anything wrong, but Yan Cheng was very worried. When he got home, he repeatedly asked her about her headache and let her sleep when she got back.

He also said that he had picked up the wrong play, and he shouldn't have given her a play with too many dramas at this time.

Zhong Jiuyin had something to say when she heard this: "What does the beat scene have to do with this? Can it shake out the blood? Isn't that a good thing?"

"...Do you think it's a sewer that automatically discharges sewage? After a car accident, people with concussion need to lie down and rest to recover. Intense exercise will make the shaking even more uncomfortable."

"Oh," she thought for a while, and then said, "Then I think, going to bed with you is more swaying than filming."

Yan Cheng: "..."

He was stunned by this blunt blunt statement for 2 minutes, his expression was frozen.

Zhong Jiuyin blinked innocently at him.

After a while, Yan Cheng twitched his lips and said indifferently: "Then don't go to bed from today until you fully recover."

"...It doesn't have to be so well raised, I can still bear a little wobbling."

Yan Cheng: "There is no slight wobble."

"That slightly bigger swing..."

"Shut up and go to sleep. I can lie down with you for half an hour."

She lay down with her mouth curled up.

Yan Cheng didn't have much time, and had to catch a plane after noon.

Considering how hard it was for him to go back and forth, Zhong Jiuyin specially sent him to the airport and kissed him for a few minutes in the back seat of the car.

Then he said to him: "You just film honestly, don't work so hard to come back."

Yan Cheng looked at her: "Didn't you say you missed me?"

"Just talking... Well, I really want to, but there is no need to be so troublesome. I will make an appointment when you come back from the shoot. By then, I will almost finish the shoot. Let's have fun and go to see the snow in December. The sunrise on the snow mountain at five o'clock, the aurora at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night..."

I have heard similar words eight times if not ten times, and Yan Cheng's cardiac index is already lower than his blood pressure and blood sugar.

"Don't spread such a big cake, waste of oil."

"...No fun." Zhong Jiuyin simply turned the painting into action, and pounced on him to bite him hard, and then waved his hands gracefully.

"Let's go, I'll wait for you to come back."

Yan Cheng took the luggage and made a gesture to open the door to get out of the car, but he turned around and kissed the back of her head, forehead to forehead, and said softly:

"When I come back, let's think about the public affairs, and then go on a trip together. A friend of mine recommended a place with a good view."

"Okay."

After Yiyi bid farewell, she watched Yan Cheng's figure walk into the airport, then leaned against the car window and glanced at the plane that had just flown in the sky. For some reason, she frowned subconsciously.

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