The host is irritable every day

Chapter 10 Tender grass eats old cows (10)

Qi Wan: "?"

Turning around, among the four bodyguards in suits and black sunglasses, a stunning man in casual clothes and a dark baseball cap with the brim lowered happened to raise his eyes, his cold brows and eyes straight into her eyes.

A group of fans surrounded him.

When Cai Xiaotong passed by him, he still called out charmingly, "President Jiang~"

Jiang Yanqing couldn't be bothered to move her eyes.

I go.

When did Jiang Yan come?

Qi Wan was slightly stunned, and his anger subsided.

In the next second, she looked at Jiang Yan's complicated expression, her brows were furrowed, coupled with the constant pain around her face...

Qi Wan dodged her eyes, covered her slapped face and quickly turned her head away.

I didn't realize that she is so ugly now...

The makeup artist happened to walk out of the dressing room, holding makeup supplies in her hand, and walking towards her with obvious steps: "Miss Qi."

"The director asked me to touch up your makeup for you."

In this awkward atmosphere, the makeup artist is simply her savior!
Qi Wan extended her face without hesitation, "Thank you."

Turn your back completely on him.

Jiang Yan withdrew his gaze, and Wu Qianbang on the side didn't see the subtlety between the two, but just moved out his soft seat and said courteously, "Mr. Jiang, please sit down!"

Jiang Yan sat on the armrest, folded his legs lightly, put one arm on the handle, and supported his head with his well-jointed hands, leaning lazily.

His eyes looking straight ahead never left Qi Wan's back.

Ten minutes was not long, after Wu Qianbang reprimanded Cai Xiaotong a few words, he walked up to Qi Wan and apologized frequently.

Alas, I have to bear it.

Because if it wasn't for Jiang Yan's presence, if the completion rate hadn't increased to 15%, she made a silent bet in her heart, betting that he wouldn't let her be slapped in the face, or that she couldn't resist the temptation of money...

Qi Wan really cares.

...

Start all over again.

Before the slap, it was still going smoothly.

Qi Wan watched Cai Xiaotong raise her hand again, and the look of revenge on her face didn't dissipate in the slightest.

Jiang Yan was still gazing calmly behind him without any movement. In fact, she was only half sure about the word "gambling".

Thinking of this, Qi Wan couldn't help but sweat coldly on his forehead.

The corner of her left lip tugged slightly, accidentally causing pain to the side of her face, as if she had predicted the future.

Qi Wan had already heard the palm wind approaching her quickly, her face was calm and composed, but she was so nervous that her hands were tightly clutching the fabric of the clothes by her side, and when she took a closer look, she felt as if she was about to be torn apart.

Nobody wants to get slapped for nothing.

In an instant, the slap that was coming did not fall, but instead, the whole body was surrounded by a calm and cold breath.

The sudden silence was eerie.

Qi Wan's long and curled eyelashes couldn't help trembling slightly, she let out a long sigh of relief, and raised her head, facing Cai Xiaotong's slender wrist being grabbed by a big hand.

Beside him stood the low-pressure Jiang Yan, his handsome face under the hat was as icy as frost, and the sharp cold light in his eyes made Cai Xiaotong, who was looking directly at him, shiver continuously.

Qi Wan felt relieved, and a smile overflowed slightly from the end of her eyes.

She won.

Jiang Yan's eyes were dark and frightening at this moment, and he threw away Cai Xiaotong's hand with disgust on his face, and Cai Xiaotong immediately fell to the ground uncontrollably.

Jiang Yan was condescending, and opened his lips coldly, never extravagantly saying: "Get lost."

Cai Xiaotong was so frightened that her face turned pale, her lips trembled, and she lay on the ground in an ugly posture, one of her shoes fell off, and most of the wig she was wearing accidentally fell off.

It seems that Jiang Yan's blow was really hard.

The appearance of the person is very miserable.

It's a pity that Qi Wan didn't come.

Wu Qianbang stood in the video studio holding a paper stick, watching this scene, stiffened his body, opened his mouth, and didn't dare to stop.

Under the treacherous atmosphere, Qi Wan hadn't recovered from the joy here before she was picked up by the collar like a chicken.

Qi Wan was stunned: "?!"

"Walk."

Jiang Yan's words were heavy, and there was an unknown fire between his brows.

Without waiting for Qi Wan, and without waiting for everyone present to react, after she stood firm, Jiang Yan changed the fingertips of her collar to pull her sleeves, and led them directly to the dressing room.

...

The dressing room was cleared under Jiang Yan's order to the bodyguards.

With the door closed, the two sat quietly in a chair, one by one, without saying a word, and the distance was not far away.

The air conditioner was already turned off.

Although the atmosphere at this time was extremely cold in this narrow dressing room, the enclosed space could not withstand the passage of midsummer, and the hot temperature quietly rose.

Qi Wan's cheeks were slightly red, and beads of sweat on his forehead slid down his face to his chin.

She couldn't help swallowing, and the sweat beads on her chin wandered, and then slipped into the collar along her snow-white neck.

Unable to bear the unbearable heat, she took off the wig, glanced at Jiang Yan, who was equipped with an air conditioner, from the corner of her eye, and twitched the corners of her lips. Helplessly, she rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find the remote control.

The movement became louder, Jiang Yan pulled the brim of his hat, frowned, and glanced at her impatiently.

"Looking for what?"

"air-conditioner remote."

Qi Wan didn't look at him, she knelt on the table with one leg indistinctly, and leaned forward, but the top of the vanity mirror was too high, she struggled to stand on tiptoe with the other foot, but only reached a false touch.

"Come down."

Jiang Yan's voice was a little cold.

Qi Wan tilted his head, blinked at him, didn't listen, and continued to fumble on his own.

Jiang Yan tapped the table with his index finger and repeated in an orderly tone: "Come down."

Qi Wan froze for a moment, struggled inwardly, then obediently put down her legs and stood up.

Coincidentally, there was a knock on the door, and Jiang Yan got up consciously to open the door, and Qi Wan took the opportunity to start rummaging through the closet.

Only one drawer of the dressing table was locked. She didn't find the key, but thought of a bad way to break the lock.

Qi Wan breathed out, rolled up her sleeves, and was about to lift up the chair vigorously in the next moment, when Jiang Yan just closed the door and turned around, holding a medicine box with something like a remote control pinned to it.

Looking at her indifferent eyes set off slight waves.

Qi Wan froze his grip on the chair, then slowly straightened up while picking at the edges of the chair, cleared his throat awkwardly, and sat upright on the chair again, not daring to look at him.

After a long time, she heard a very helpless sigh, and then the beep of the air conditioner remote control.

As the cool breeze filled the whole room, the sweat was wiped away, and Qi Wan finally calmed down.

He clearly felt Jiang Yan's approach, and put down the medicine box in front of her.

He took advantage of the opportunity to open it, and there were all kinds of wound medicine inside.

"Medicate yourself."

Prescription?
Qi Wan's fingertips inadvertently rubbed against the swollen side of her face.

Just now, I only paid attention to the remote control, but now that I think about it, Jiang Yan knew that she was injured, and it was heartwarming to ask someone to bring her a medicine box.

But how could she let go of this opportunity of contact.

Qi Wan brushed her hair back and looked at him delicately with her small face raised: "I can't see the wound, please help me."

quiet--

After about three seconds, Jiang Yan's voice was low and suspicious: "Where can't I feel the pain?"

Qi Wan followed his words and shook her head: "I can't feel it."

Difficult to adjust.

Jiang Yan rolled his Adam's apple, still unmoved, and pointed to the vanity mirror suggestively: "There is a mirror."

Qi Wan: "..."

This damn straight man has cancer, no wonder he has been single for many years and has no love history.

She really can't believe it!
"My hand hurts." Qi Wan forcefully spilled a tear from his eyes, using his own advantages, the clear water mist covering the fox's eyes was very pitiful.

The tails of his eyes were reddish, he stared at Jiang Yan eagerly, his voice was extremely aggrieved and tender, and he even made a gesture to show his red palms in front of him, for fear that he would not believe it.

(End of this chapter)