to dig boyfriend's grave

After holding Shen Jiming for a while to cool off, Lin Jia was dragged out again.

Standing on a table, Li Ningbo had his hips crossed, and a big horn was pinned to his trouser belt. He glanced at the audience, and after everyone quieted down, he took off the big horn on his trouser waist and pointed it at himself. mouth, "Tomorrow is the day when our drama starts broadcasting. Regardless of whether our filming is good or not, we will put it aside. Even if the drama I filmed today is a fart, as long as the audience buys it, then it is a good fart, and it is It's delicious, tomorrow! The audience will check whether we farted loudly!" After saying this, he paused and cleared his throat again, "But! Those are all things for tomorrow, today, I Treat me, everyone, drink to my death!"

"Oh!" A group of people jumped up in an instant. This drama was filming and broadcasting at the same time. The time was tight and there were many newcomers. The leading actors were on the crew all day long. They're all spinning.

It's been a bit hard these days, it's time to break out.

After packing up their things, everyone drove and taxied to the address given by Director Li.

After Lin Jia changed into her costume and took a shower, she shook off the wet drops on her head.

Putting a dry towel on his head and rubbing it out of the bathroom, he glanced at Shen Jiming who was sitting on the sofa, "Are you going later?"

"I won't go." Shen Jiming walked over, grabbed the towel on Lin Jia's head and helped Lin Jia rub it. "I'll take you there later."

Lin Jia shrank her neck slightly, looked at Shen Jiming who was almost clinging to his body, and slowed down her breathing.

Because of his height, Lin Jia could only see Shen Jiming's neck now, staring at Shen Jiming's Adam's apple that was sliding up and down because he was talking to him.

Lin Jia seemed to feel her breathing became short of breath.

Shen Jiming rubbed it for a while and felt that it might be dry, so he put his hand in Lin Jia's hair and asked, "Is it still wet?"

Feeling the wide palm inserted in his hair, Lin Jia's breathing stopped for a moment, then he raised his hand suddenly, knocking Shen Jiming's hand away with a snap.

"What... what's wrong?" Shen Jiming looked down at Lin Jia, whose face was slightly flushed, with a smile that could hardly be caught at the corner of his mouth.

"No...it's okay." Lin Jia hesitated, "The hair is dry, let's go."

After Shen Jiming sent Lin Jia to the place and watched him go in, he frowned and looked at the direction Lin Jia left, what's going on?He couldn't feel the breath of that piece of jade.

"Lin Jia! What's going on! You're still so late for a meal, let everyone wait for you!" Li Ningbo pretended to be fierce and glared at Lin Jia who had just entered the door, then turned to look at everyone, "Don't worry, you guys Do you want to be punished?"

"Punish!"

"Little Jiajia, drink three cups first!"

"Three cups are not enough, let's start with 12 cups!"

Lin Jia was helplessly dragged to their table by Huang Shanhai and began to drink.

He didn't get up until after 11 o'clock today. He rushed to sign the contract after eating some breakfast. He didn't eat lunch and went straight to filming until now. After a few glasses of wine, he immediately choked up.

He quickly put a few bowls of rice into his mouth and stuffed his stomach.

Everyone laughed and finished their meal and went to ktv.

Director Li opened a super-large box, which can be regarded as stuffing the entire room inside.

Lin Jia and Huang Shanhai sat in the corner eating a fruit platter and clinking glasses occasionally.

"Lin Jia, I like you very much!" Huang Shanhai practiced the Lion's Roar in Lin Jia's ear in the noisy private room.

Lin Jia heard that he was very worried that he had split his throat, so he hurriedly leaned over and shouted, "I know!"

"Are you interested in hanging out with me!" Huang Shanhai was drunk today, otherwise he wouldn't have invited Lin Jia into his team so casually.

"What did you say!" In the private room, Li Ningbo was adapting the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, Lin Jia didn't understand a single word of what Huang Shanhai said? "Say it again!"

"What are you talking about!" Huang Shanhai roared.

The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, where Li Ningbo came impromptu, has reached the second part, and Huang Shanhai is so restless that he wants to put Li Ningbo's head into the microphone.

Lin Jia watched him and Huang Shanhai yell at each other, the veins on his neck popped out, a silent pantomime was performed, and a piece of watermelon in his mouth was sprayed out with laughter.

Huang Shanhai also laughed like a fool, and slapped his leg straight with his big hand.

Qin Huai also retreated from the front line at this time, and took Lin Jia to a cup.

The red drink at the dinner table, and the white drink with Huangshan Customs just now, Lin Jia and Qin Huai couldn't hold on after drinking a few back and forth, and collapsed on the sofa with half-open eyes, feeling weak all over.

Li Ningbo's Qinghai-Tibet Plateau stopped cooking, and it was replaced by the female number three in the play.

"Is it not enough?" Qin Huai glanced at Lin Jia sideways, "Isn't he a good drinker?"

"It's pretty good and I don't drink it like this." Lin Jia unbuttoned two slits at the neckline of his shirt, and his stomach started to burn, "You try to drink red and white together, people who drink beer are not worthy of talking to me .”

"I am willing." Qin Huai shook the glass of beer in his hand. "I'm happy, I'm happy, I'm happy."

"Come here." Lin Jia hooked his fingers towards Qin Huai.

"Why?" Qin Huai moved his body closer.

Lin Jia stared at Qin Huai for a few seconds, then opened her mouth and suddenly bit her tongue at him.

Qin Huai was taken aback, and laughed when he realized it. "are you crazy."

"I'm happy, I'm happy, I'm happy." Lin Jia smiled and got up from the sofa, turned around and walked towards the toilet, his bladder was already full of hunger and thirst.

After one o'clock in the middle of the night, the whole room was finally exhausted. When Lin Jia was shaken awake from the sofa, she was in a daze.

Rubbing his eyes and looking at the person in front of him, "Qin Huai?"

"I'll take you back." Qin Huai dragged Lin Jia up from the sofa.

"Oh." Lin Jia staggered and followed Qin Huai, his mind was a little confused.

Qin Huai dragged Lin Jia to the door and opened it when a gust of cold wind blew over. He closed his eyes, and a tall man appeared in front of him.

"...Are you?" Qin Huai asked.

"His friend." Shen Jiming looked at Lin Jia who was leaning against this strange man, frowned and helped him over.

"What?" Qin Huai grabbed Lin Jia's arm and withdrew his hand. He had never met Lin Jia as a friend.

Just as he was about to pull Lin Jia over, he suddenly softened his hands, sucked a gust of cold wind through his nose, and his eyes went dark.

When he opened his eyes again, there was no one in front of him.

What is he doing here?

What was he doing here just now?

Qin Huai frowned, besides rubbing his temples, he walked outside.

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