The host is irritable every day

Chapter 37 Tender grass eats old cows (37)

When she woke up in a daze, she called "Jiang Yan" unconsciously, and she only called in a low voice, and Jiang Yan really heard it.

Qi Wan frowned because of a headache, and then with an idea, she opened her arms and hugged him.

There was a flash of astonishment in Jiang Yan's eyes, a little unclear, but he still gently patted her on the back to comfort her.

"What's wrong?" he asked again.

The warm and comfortable breath sprinkled on the top of Qi Wan's hair, and she buried her head in the crook of his neck, hugging her broad chest reassuringly.

Woo.

Jiang Yan is too damn gentle.

Qi Wan wanted to cry, and drooped her little head. The words that had just risen in her throat were stuck, and she didn't know what to say.

Qi Wan remained silent, which made Jiang Yan more and more worried, but little did he know that she couldn't tell the lies she had made up.

"Jiang Yan... are you leaving?"

In the end, with a tear in the corner of Qi Wan's eyes, Qi Wan, who was so good at acting, murmured in a pitiful soft tone, followed the frightened little rabbit, and hugged him tighter, really afraid that he would run away.

These soft words, this hug, Jiang Yan's hand patting her back paused, and her heart softened.

With rare patience, he stroked the ends of her hair and comforted her in a gentle voice: "It's right here, I'm not going anywhere."

Smart as she is.

Although it is a bit tea-like...

But this kind of solution can not only make Jiang Yan feel that she will always need him, so as to dispel his thoughts that she will leave last night, of course, it is better than the straightforward "I'm having a nightmare".

...

One has finished his acting skills, and the other has coaxed people well.

After washing up, Qi Wan walked to the restaurant while yawning for a long time.

Downstairs there is a very ordinary breakfast shop that Jiang Yan likes better. Before buying it, she asked Qi Wan's opinion. As for breakfast, she has always been willing to eat it or not, so naturally she agreed.

The simple braised noodles with shrimps and soy milk with steamed buns, Jiang Yan is quite down to earth.

After drinking a cup of hot water, Qi Wan lowered her head and picked up the shrimp with chopsticks. Although the air conditioner was always on, the back of her neck was itchy with her long hair.

She took a big mouthful of noodles and chewed, put down the chopsticks, flicked her hair casually with her hands, tied it up low, bit the rubber band around her wrist with her teeth, passed through the place where the tied hair was fixed, and wound it loosely a few times tied up.

"Do you have something to do in the morning?" Jiang Yan across the table looked at her for a long time, just happened to finish eating noodles, put down his chopsticks, slowly pulled out a tissue from the paper box, and wiped the corners of his mouth.

"No." Qi Wan picked up the soy milk on the side, held the straw, and took a small sip slowly, "The press conference that I need to attend is this afternoon."

"Would you like to go to the set with me later?"

"what?"

Qi Wan spat out the straw in her mouth, and even though she really wanted to shoot something, she had a "drama" look on her face, "Well, I'm a reporter, in case something goes wrong Go online…”

As soon as he said this, Qi Wan remembered what happened last time. At that time, he was only angry with Jiang Yan, and after thinking about it later, he still had doubts about the solution to that matter, "Jiang Yan, the video that was popular last time You don’t suspect that it’s my hands and feet?”

His unspoken trust at the time, and the "why didn't you bring me a meal?", if it wasn't for his duplicity in defending his rights, she would really have thought he came because of a meal.

Thoughts drifted away, Jiang Yan glanced at her without any trace, and asked indifferently: "My person, I don't believe it?"

Qi Wan's bright eyes flashed, she clicked her mouth, and took another mouthful of noodles, unable to bear the sound of "Wow".

You picked up the wrong script, what a good boss.

She rolled her eyes, propped her chin, and leaned over to Jiang Yan who was opposite, "Then according to what you said, you liked me early on?"

Jiang Yan looked at her, without making a sound, raised his hand indifferently, and glanced at the time on the dial of the watch, "Are you still going?"

He refused to answer her questions.

Changed the topic again.

Qi Wan curled her lips, picked up the spoon to scrape the last mouthful of noodles, put it in her mouth and chewed, "Go!"

With a lot of resentment.

Hearing this tone, Jiang Yan couldn't help lowering his eyelids to cover the bursts of smiles in his eyes.

Eight in the morning.

On the European-style sofa, wearing a black T-shirt and trousers, a handsome man with a strong aura folded his legs lightly, sitting upright and dignified, with an extraordinary temperament.

While Qi Wan was changing clothes in the bedroom and waiting patiently for her, Jiang Yan did not forget to memorize his lines calmly.

He lowered his usually indifferent Mo Mou, at this moment Jiang Yan was indeed a lot warmer, and the icy atmosphere around him also eased a bit.

The assistant was standing by the side. Ever since he knew that Qi Wan was going to follow the crew, he had been wanting to say something. Seeing Jiang Yan's unusually calm situation, he took the opportunity to speak: "Mr. Jiang, Miss Qi will go with you, will you?" It will be inconvenient..."

After finishing speaking, about 2 minutes later, Jiang Yan raised his eyes and said in a cold voice, "What's the inconvenience?"

It sounds like I'm still chatting with you for the time being.

As an actor's assistant who is still filming in the entertainment industry, he is naturally not familiar with the identity of an entertainment reporter.

After getting in touch with Qi Wan a lot, it gives people the feeling that he is quite eccentric, but he is careful, during the business trip, he will call him from time to time to ask about Jiang Yan's schedule, and this time he came to Languo to give Jiang Yan a surprise. There is no problem with quality, and it is easy to talk about people, it is a profession...

He involuntarily pursed his lips, and began to repeat Jiang Yan's previous oath: "Mr. Jiang, you don't like reporters appearing on the set..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Yan, who was full of coolness, glanced over with a cold look, "Who told you that I don't like having reporters on the set?"

The assistant pursed his lips and dared not make a sound.

There was a situation like this when filming a movie before. Reporters sneaked into the studio, and they took photos with Reuters and posted them on the Internet. In the end, Jiang Yan sent him to delete all the photos about the studio on the Internet, and asked him to find that person and buy out Reuters. According to.

From then on, Jiang Yan would always send someone to clean up the hidden reporters every time before arriving at the crew. Isn't that what he didn't like?

Jiang Yan also seemed to realize that what he said was too absolute. Adhering to the principle of "breaking the rules for a beautiful wife", with an indifferent face, he added in a deep voice: "Qi Wan is my girlfriend, so I just want to make a mark for her. ,What is the problem?"

The tone of voice is also a little confident.

assistant:"……"

"No problem!" The response was quick, and the person stood up straight.

Mr. Jiang simply loves his wife without any limits. Why doesn't his wooden fish head just turn around?

The bedroom door was pushed open with a "click", and Qi Wan was wearing the white T-shirt and khaki overalls that she came in yesterday, her curly hair was well-manicured, her face was painted with light makeup, and her eyelashes were naturally long and curled.

Hearing the sound, Jiang Yan raised his head, got up and walked in front of Qi Wan, weighed her up, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why don't you wear that skirt."

"We're going to the production team, so it's troublesome to wear skirts..." Qi Wan raised her face, gently holding his arms with both hands, and shaking them flatteringly, "Besides, aren't you going to open the back door for my performance? It won't dazzle at all."

(End of this chapter)