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

After the banquet was over, Yan Cheng arrived home first and put hot water in the bathroom, but he didn't wait for Zhong Jiuyin to come back.

He called Zhong Jiuyin, but no one answered, and sent a message to Qian Yu to inquire, but did not get a reply.

Instead, sister Xu called and told him to check the news on the Internet, the photos of the two of them at the venue, and the video of him being interviewed on the red carpet were spread everywhere.

The marketing account operated by Gu Xuan also posted, and in the comments, a fan mentioned that Zhong Jiuyin "seems to have left Yan Cheng separately, and went to eat with the director and investor elsewhere".

He carefully looked at the blurry photos taken by netizens. He knew a few people, and he probably wanted to cooperate with Zhong Jiuyin.

Then she probably won't go home too early.Yan Cheng could only use the hot water in the bathtub by himself, then opened the bedroom door, and sat on the bedside reading a book while waiting for someone.

It was already midnight when Zhong Jiuyin came home, Qian Yu and the other two escorted her to the door, and they were very happy to hear their voices when the door opened.

Yan Cheng took off his glasses and went out to pick up people. Zhong Jiuyin smelled of alcohol, and threw himself into his arms with a smile on his face, still smirking as he hugged his waist.

Qian Yu handed him the bag, saying that she had no schedule for the next two days, so she could have a good night's sleep.

"You..." He wanted to ask who he was meeting with and what they were talking about, but the person in his arms had already gnawed on his collarbone with a chuckle, and would soon be able to take off his clothes and do whatever he wanted.

It was inconvenient to be seen by others, so he could only swallow those questions, covered Zhong Jiuyin's mouth, and politely sent Qian Yu and the others away first.

After the door was closed, he pulled the person out of his arms and met her shining eyes.

"very happy?"

"Very--" She stretched her voice, unzipped her jacket with a swish, opened it and fell on the sofa, and then waved to him like a second uncle.

"Come here. I'm telling you..."

It was the opening remark of the familiar drunk bragging, Yan Cheng hugged her without changing his face.

"Go take a bath first, and come out to drink hangover soup."

Zhong Jiuyin: "Oh, listen to me, I met a few friends just now, they are called beautiful, there is a beautiful girl who has children, and there is access control, as soon as eleven o'clock comes, I was bombarded by several calls I want to go back. I am different, I took the initiative to say that I want to go home at eleven o'clock, and there is a beautiful man waiting for me at home."

Believe her a ghost.Yan Cheng brought her into the bathroom, started to turn on the hot water, and then asked: "Then why did you come back now?"

She can play for half an hour when no one is talking to her, and even more eloquent when someone is talking to her, regardless of what he is asking.

"I said that there is a beautiful, beautiful, strong, miserable and fragile feeling in my family, which is very suitable for my appetite. For him, I can go up and down the mountain of swords and fire, and I will not hesitate. Hey, they don't believe it! I took out my phone and showed them one by one. Turning over the photos, they were convinced!"

"...Will you go up the mountain of swords and down the sea of ​​fire for me?" Yan Cheng went to get her mobile phone, handed it to her and said, "Transfer 500 yuan to me to see if it's real or not."

Zhong Jiuyin's eyes widened, the unlocking was unlocked, but he had no intention of opening WeChat to transfer money, and said to him confidently: "Why are you so powerful, you only know money, money, and money. The heart can be measured by money Is it?"

Yan Cheng sneered, ignored the drunk, reached out to the bathtub to test the hot and cold, felt that the water was about the same, and then went to pick her up.

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Zhong Jiuyin clicked on the photo album to show him.

"Look, my heart for you is all in these photos."

Yan Cheng glanced, and his cold face became even worse: "Check it out for yourself, where is my photo inside?"

They also used photos to convince them, whose photos were used?
Zhong Jiuyin froze for a moment, lowered her head and squinted to look at the photo album.

She couldn't focus her eyes a little bit. She saw a photo with the name of the studio, but she looked up but her mind was blank.

"Ah, didn't you? Why didn't you leave a picture in it?"

"..." Yan Cheng took a deep breath, took her phone away, "Take a bath first."

"I don't want... hey hey, don't take off my clothes... you touch me!"

Yan Cheng: "I can still sleep with you."

"How strange, as if someone can't sleep. Think back then..."

Here it comes again, Yan Cheng puts her into the bathtub, takes a mouthwash cup and tells her to drool and stop talking.

Half an hour later, Zhong Jiuyin was completely pink from the soak, and she was lying on the sofa in a bathrobe.

Yan Cheng was making hangover soup in the kitchen, listening to her wake up a little bit, talking intermittently about tonight's good news.

"Someone really asked me to make a movie! And it's not just one."

"It's really good to chat with those people. They have a strong sense of story, you know the sense of story? Telling your own ups and downs with them, there is a wonderful illusion that I am also the heroine of a certain world."

"There will be a play next year, and there will be works broadcast in the year after next. More and more audiences will know me."

"Yan Cheng, I like you so much."

Yan Cheng listened distractedly to her muttering, and heard the last sentence very clearly.

He paused while stirring the hangover soup, turned off the fire and went out, knelt down by the sofa and kissed her.

"I like you too."

After taking a bath, Zhong Jiuyin seemed to have turned into a ball of jelly, her eyes were also moist, and there were little watery glimmers under the light of the living room.

She stretched out a hand lazily to touch his face, slid her fingers over the bridge of his nose, and grinned.

"so good."

God gave her an unexpected reward and saved her slumped life.

Yan Cheng pressed the back of her hand, let her palm stick to the side of his face, and asked softly, "What's so nice? Are you with me?"

"Everything is fine, I'm living the life I've been waiting for."

"Then do you want to live like this forever?"

"I think so." She nodded slowly.

Yan Cheng smiled lightly, stroked her ring finger twice with his fingertips, and said, "I take it seriously."

Zhong Jiuyin was not sober yet, so he only answered "Oh" to his non-interrogative sentence, then licked the corner of his mouth and said that he wanted to drink water, and asked, "You feed me."

What kind of water to drink? Yan Cheng poured her a cup of hangover soup made with fruits, and fed it to her mouth.

The fruit slices were still floating in it, and if the cup tilted a little, it would be stuck in her mouth.

It was very annoying to come twice more, her eyes became cross-eyed, and she wanted to blow the fruit slices into the cup twice, but was stopped by Yan Cheng.

He ate the fruit slices one by one, eating them very aesthetically, biting half in his mouth, and then dragging the exposed half in with the tip of his tongue after eating.

Zhong Jiuyin's eyes straightened.After eating the third piece, she got up a little bit, put her hands on Yan Cheng's shoulders, and tried to bite the half of the apple near his mouth.

Yan Cheng didn't move, like a poor scholar being suppressed, because she couldn't resist, so she could only let her do whatever she wanted.

After eating the apple slices, the two also kissed.

Yan Cheng stroked the back of her neck reassuringly, holding only half a cup of hangover soup in his hand, like a virtuous housewife, Zhong Jiuyin's heart thumped and lit a fire, feeling that he was drinking it seriously Reward after hangover soup.

Although the truth is who is rewarding whom, it is not clear.