The Days Dominated by the Wife-staring Demon + Spoiler

Leading characters like Mo Yan Wanyu all have their own lounges, but An Jing does not. Wan Yu also got off the stage at this time, and deliberately passed the two of them, reading Xu Bai's suggestive eyes at a glance. .

"Let's go together."

It is said that the lounge is actually a tent with better airtightness. After all, it is for location shooting, so the treatment is already very good.

At least there is no shortage of small suns for heating in Wanyu's tent.

An Jing shrugged her shoulders and leaned in front of a small sun to warm her stiff fingers. There were three sets around Wanyu's seat. She also wore thin clothes, but she had a calm posture and An Jing who was shivering from the cold. In stark contrast.

When I have money, I must buy ten little suns to surround the bed.An Jing thought to herself, the tip of her nose suddenly itched and she sneezed, she burst into tears.

"Is it freezing? Xiao Jing." The tent was lifted, and a cyan figure walked in, holding a cup of steaming water in both hands.

Wan Yu stopped swiping his phone, looked up at Mo Yan, and tapped into the WeChat interface.

Wan Yu: Director, Mo Xian is here.

Director: Distance.

Wanyu: ten meters

Wanyu: six meters

Wanyu: two meters

Wan Yu: I put my hands on my shoulders.

Director: Stop it.

Wan Yu sighed, and said to Mo Yan: "Mr. Mo doesn't take it with him at his own place, why come to me to join in the fun, I already have enough people, it's very crowded."

Mo Yan smiled, and replied: "That's just right, I'll take Xiao Jing to my place, so I won't squeeze you."

Anjing ginger tea drank more than half of it at once, her tongue was hot from the tip of her throat, and her body gradually warmed up. She held the cup in both hands, her white and tender face was slightly pink from the smoke, and she blinked her eyes. She silently held the cup that belonged to her. The little sun squatted aside, trying to minimize his sense of existence.

Wan Yu successfully recorded the conversation, released his finger, and the WeChat voice was sent.

Ge Zijie was courteous, and immediately skipped three seconds of voice, "I'll be right over."

Hearing these words, An Jing jumped like a rabbit whose ears were being pulled, her eyes drifted straight to Wan Yu.

Wan Yu shrugged at her, expressing that he was also helpless.

Fortunately, the staff came in before the battle between the two sides got too deep.

"The rain is getting lighter, the director told us to go out and shoot."

An Jing looked down at the clothes on her body, the shoulders were a little solid, but most of them were dry.

"It's okay, the director said that the clothes don't need to be changed."

"Well, I'll be right there." An Jing drank the last bit of ginger tea and stood up.

Maybe it's because she really has a cold, maybe it's because of squatting for too long, Anjing's calf is numb like being pricked by countless needles, before she can take a step forward, she collapses.

"Be careful." Mo Yan was close and reacted quickly. He took a big step forward, stopped An Jing's waist, and held him in his arms, "It's okay."

Wan Yu: I hugged it.

Director: I'm in the garage.

An Jing's head was buzzing, and she felt much better after taking a few deep breaths. When she realized that she was so close to Mo Lian, she was startled and wanted to push him away.

Wan Yu: Push it away.

Director: I'll be right there.

"Hiss..." Mo Yan narrowed his eyes and gasped.

What's wrong……

An Jing looked down, only to see that most of the ginger tea in Mo Jian's hand was soaked because of the action just now, and the scalding hot water splashed on her right hand, and the skin was scalded red and steaming.

"I'm sorry." An Jing quickly grabbed her hand to check, no matter what, it was also because of her own injury.

Wan Yu: Got it.

Director: [smiles]

After finally finding a wet towel to help put on Mo Xie's hand, An Jing looked up at her worriedly, "Sorry, I have swelling ointment in my bag, I'll get it now."

Mo Yan responded softly, and sat watching An Jing's figure running out, his eyebrows, which had been tightened due to the pain just now, relaxed, and his eyes softened.

Ever since Ge Zijie was injured when he helped himself to defend himself, An Jing always kept some emergency medicines in her bag, and she skillfully rummaged through them to find the burn ointment.

"Wipe it for me." Mo Yan held up the other hand, palm up, "This hand seems to be burned too."

An Jing pursed her lips, and saw that Mo Yan lifted the wet cloth, and there were several small blisters on the red back of his hand underneath, but this person who usually loves to protect his hands and put on hand cream every few hours, but All he knew was to look at himself with pitiful eyes.

Even knowing that the pity was more or less disguised, An Jing still didn't force herself to refuse. She pursed her lips tightly and unscrewed the lid of the ointment without saying a word.

As soon as the cold ointment touched the scalded skin, Mo Lian's hand shrank reflexively. An Jing grabbed it back for her silently, held the ointment in her palm to warm it up, and then applied it to her again.

Mo Xian suddenly laughed, different from the ambiguous teasing in the past, this time he laughed out loud, even his shoulders were shaking.

An Jing glanced at her inexplicably, helped her apply the palm of the other hand, and put away the ointment.

When he was about to stand up, Mo Yan grabbed his wrist. The person who said that his palms hurt just now had to use a lot of strength.

Mo Yan looked up at her, his eyes were shining brightly, his words were still so indecent, but his tone was serious, "Have you always been so good at taking care of others?"