The Days Dominated by the Wife-staring Demon + Spoiler

She trembled her eyelashes, the corners of her eyes were stained red with extreme panic, and she looked extremely pitiful, "I...will."

"Okay! Card!" The director's emotions finally came back, "Yes."

"Is it cold?" Mo Yan got close, knowing that An Jing's shivering just now was not staged, she stroked An Jing's cheek with her palm, "Why is it so hot?"

"It's okay." An Jing also put her hand on her cheek, it was a little hot, but it shouldn't be a big problem.

Xu Bai didn't rush forward this time, because someone had already taken the coat from her hand and strode towards the stage.

Ge Zijie has been on the scene since the scene just now. From seeing Mo eating silly tofu under the name of acting, to hearing Jing Jing's reply with a lot of meaning "I do", the whole scene The bystanders are very clear.

Even if he knew it was a line, he still couldn't feel better.

The vinegar jar was overturned, how could it be so easy to clean up.

"Fever?" Ge Zijie embraced An Jing from behind, patted Mo Lian's hand away without any trace, and then covered her forehead with his palm, "It's hot."

An Jing coughed and was stunned for two seconds. She didn't know whether it was her hallucination or real, after all, her head was really dizzy now.

"Zijie?" She raised her hand to hold Ge Zijie's hand, and the real body temperature from her fingertips told her that the person in front of her was a real person, "You came so early."

Recently, both of them have been very busy, and they can only see each other briefly before going to bed. Today is Friday, and they agreed to pick up Anyang.

"Answer me, does the headache hurt?" Ge Zijie rubbed the back of her neck, even though there were a large number of staff and actors watching, she only had An Jing in her eyes at this moment.

When she first arrived, she was still a little angry, but when she saw An Jing dressed in such a cold weather and acting in the rain, and her fingers turned blue from the cold, her heart softened.

"It doesn't hurt." An Jing shook her head.

"Director Ge is treating us as a display. I haven't seen you for a long time. Why don't you say hello to me?" Mo Yan rubbed his hand that was slapped away, and the scalded skin was hit hard again. A dull pain now.

But she kept a polite smile on her face, "The busy man suddenly appeared here, who is it to visit? Our Goddess Wan?"

After she reminded her like this, everyone realized what was weird just now.

If Ge Zijie came to visit the cast as the director, he should first care about Wanyu, the pillar of AW's actor department, why now it looks like...he came here for this new idol.

Ge Zijie cast a sidelong glance at her, with a warning in his eyes, "Don't always worry about other people's artistes, why not take care of your own good-for-nothings."

"The best treasure has already been taken by Director Ge. Where should I go to find it? In the eyes of Director Ge, the things I found can only be called useless wood." Mo connected the coat handed over by his assistant. , smiling cheerfully.

Again.

An Jing tugged on Ge Zijie's sleeve, not wanting to waste any more time here, so she looked up at her, "Anyang..."

It was agreed to see Anyang once a week, but she missed it several times because of her busy schedule. Now she is anxious to see Anyang.

Ge Zijie squeezed her palm, and it was hotter than usual, "If you're not feeling well, go home and rest first. You've slept less than me these days, and you won't be able to handle it later."

All around were staff members who were staring at the three of them curiously. Even the director raised his horn and looked at them blankly. After all, it was harder for him to hear that Ge Zijie cared about someone than hitting a ghost.

He still remembered the last time he talked with Ge Zijie about the kissing scene, her tone and eyes, as if she was going to freeze to death.

"No." An Jing objected, "Don't look at me like this, I am absolutely in good health, and I haven't had a cold for several years."

As she said that, she shivered again. The costume on her body was drenched in rain for so long, and it was sticky and uncomfortable to the skin. The tip of her nose was also a little itchy. She wanted to sneeze but couldn't, but she shed some tears.

"Change your clothes first." Ge Zijie frowned, dragged him and walked towards the tent.

Two minutes later, Wan Yu and Xu Bai stood silently at the door of the tent, while the assistants behind them trembled holding ginger tea.

"Sister Xu, is my name on the sign above?" Wan Yu asked with blank eyes.

"Yes." Xu Bai put on the hood of his coat and rubbed his hands, "Otherwise, let's go to Mo Yan's. Anyway, she often visits other houses, so it won't be a problem for us to come back."

Wan Yu silently torn between going to the common room and standing outside to enjoy the cold wind, and decisively accepted Xu Bai's suggestion.

"You mean it, Miss Xu."

Different from the outside, all the little suns in the tent work hard to warm the surrounding air temperature.

"Do you need help."

"Need not!"

Obviously the conversation just now was like the above, but what's going on with the current situation.

An Jing hugged the clothes in her arms tightly, looked at the person pressing her very close in front of her, "I can do it myself."

Ge Zijie lowered his eyes, and lifted a belt around her waist, "How many steps to loosen this belt?"

The one on the waist must be the first step, An Jing replied.

"Wrong." Ge Zijie put his palm against An Jing's waist, slid behind her, and dropped the bow on the back of her waist with one hand, "Let me do it."