Rubbing my heat, okay?

I didn't know it was okay at first, but once I knew it, I always thought about it. Fei Yan couldn't concentrate when memorizing the lines and filming.

Qi Xian, why the fuck did he sprain his ankle?

bother.

After finally finishing filming today's scene, Fei Yan couldn't wait to take out his mobile phone and give Qi Xian a call.

Over there, Qi Xian was supposed to be resting and had nothing else to do, so he answered the phone quickly—【Hello? 】

【Hello? 】Fei Yan frowned, 【Are your feet better? 】

[Well,] Qi Xian said, [It was nothing serious at first, but it was exaggerated on the Internet. 】

【...Ah,】 Fei Yan hesitated for a while, 【Shall I visit your class today? 】

Speaking of visiting the class, although the two of them had made an agreement before, their schedule was too tight this month, and they haven't really implemented it yet.

Suddenly mentioning it again, Fei Yan felt a little embarrassed for no reason.

[The filming is over? 】Qi Xian didn't notice Fei Yan's inexplicable embarrassment at all, and asked with a smile.

[Well,] Fei Yan squeezed the phone tightly, [You don't have any plans tonight, do you? 】

[No,] Qi Xian took a light breath, [Then... I'll wait for you here, boyfriend. 】

Fei Yan's heartbeat accelerated suddenly, and there were faint veins emerging on his hands, he took a deep breath and said: 【Yes. 】

At about six o'clock in the evening, Fei Yan saw that the crew had nothing to do with him, so he drove secretly to Qi Xian's crew.

Qi Xiandai's crew was not too close to his crew, and Fei Yan didn't arrive at the destination until around eight o'clock in the evening.

When getting out of the car, Fei Yan purposely found a mask to put on, and readjusted the hat and clothes along the way. The set of movements was smooth and smooth, and it was done in one go, as smooth as a paparazzi who has experienced many battles.

When he was walking towards the location that Qi Xian gave him, he couldn't help but look around, knowing that the more he went like this, the more it looked like there was no silver 300 taels here, but he just couldn't restrain himself.

Then, it's just a matter of life and death.

He was stopped by an uncle security guard.

"What are you doing?" Uncle Security pointed to Fei Yan, his face full of displeasure, "Fans are not allowed to enter here, don't you know?"

"Uncle," Fei Yan yelled, "I'm not a fan, I'm here to see people."

"Who are you looking at?" The security guard frowned and glanced at him, "Are you looking at Qi Xian?"

As soon as Fei Yan heard the word 'Qi Xian', his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, and he couldn't stand it at all. Now that the uncle read the word so sloppily, he was stunned In place.

"Why don't you talk anymore?" The uncle still looked upset, "I've seen five or six people like you today, really, go back quickly, fans are not allowed here!"

"No, Uncle," Fei Yan snapped back to his senses, and quickly waved his hand, "I'm not a fan, I'm Qi Xian's friend."

"Friend?" Uncle Security suddenly laughed when he heard the words, "Those who came today said so, listen to Uncle, young man, hurry up, or call the police to take you away later, how ugly is your face? "

Fei Yan frowned and was speechless for a while.

Just when he was thinking about contacting Qi Xian, a familiar voice suddenly came, long and delicate, with a subtle majesty——

"Uncle, he is really my friend."

Fei Yan and Uncle Security kept their heads in tacit agreement and turned their heads to look at the source of the sound.

At eight o'clock in the evening, it was almost dark, and the rows of street lights had already started working. The position where Qi Xian was standing happened to be behind the lights, and layers of halos hung behind him, half white and half yellow, very hazy .

Although Qi Xian is still wearing a cane, it really looks like a divine mansion just looking at it like this.

Uncle Security was the first to react, his eyes widened, and he hurriedly ran to Qi Xian and smiled, "Ah, I didn't expect this young man to be your friend. Raw rice, haha..."

"It's okay," Qi Xian replied with a smile, but stared at Fei Yan out of the corner of his eye, "Then... can I take him away now?"

"Ah, yes, yes, of course," the uncle laughed again, then ran back like a dog and patted Fei Yan who was still in a daze.

After Fei Yan came to his senses, he nodded to the uncle in a daze, then quickly ran to Qi Xian and put his arm on his shoulder.

"Why did you come out?" Fei Yan said viciously as he walked back while supporting Qi Xian, "Do you know that your feet are still not healed?"

"Aren't I a little worried seeing you haven't arrived for so long?" Qi Xian smiled, and gently rubbed Fei Yan's neck with his fingertips.

Fei Yan was a little annoyed at seeing Qi Xian coming out with a cane like this, but when he heard Qi Xian's voice, he felt that he couldn't get angry at all. In the end, he had no choice but to sigh helplessly.

"Why did you sprain your feet?" Fei Yan took Qi Xian back, poured a glass of water and handed it to him.

"Do I have to repeat such a shameful thing?" Qi Xian shook his head and said solemnly, "I refuse to answer this question."

"Yes, yes," Fei Yan pointed at him, "Then tell me what happened between you and that Jiang Jingbing, huh?"

"Her?" Qi Xian clicked his tongue, showing a trace of impatience on his face, "Last month, I filmed an advertisement with her, and after asking for her contact information, I sent messages every day. I didn't want to respond, but I didn't expect the heroine of this show Suddenly it was her." Qi Xian frowned, waved his hand and said, "Anyway, it's very annoying."

"Yo?" Fei Yan said sharply, "I see you are enjoying being supported by her today."

"No way!" Qi Xian stood up from the sofa with difficulty, bouncing behind Fei Yan and hugging his waist, "I super refuse, okay?"

It was rare for Fei Yan to see Qi Xian coquettish once, and this coquettish completely made him weak, he looked down at the hands on his waist, and sighed resignedly: "Okay, okay, then you say you and Jiang Jingbing How are you going to resolve this scandal?"

"This girl really has a lot of things to do," Qi Xian kissed Fei Yan's neck, and whispered in his ear, "I don't want to bother with her, but I guess Sister Qing will give her some trouble."

"Ke Qing?" Fei Yan turned around and faced Qi Xian face to face, rubbed his nose against Qi Xian's nose, "How does she usually deal with such things?"

"Actually, it's nothing." Qi Xian took Fei Yan to sit on the sofa, "Just let her experience the life of not filming for more than half a year. Didn't Jiang Jingbing steal the heroine this time? I guess she will realize it soon. This is the mood."

"Ke Qing is so awesome?" Fei Yan was genuinely surprised.

"Don't look at Sister Qing as a dominatrix," Qi Xian laughed twice, "She actually has a lot of connections."

"Oh..." Fei Yan was silent for two seconds, then suddenly stretched out his hand to give Qi Xian a thumbs up, and said generously, "Qi Xian, you are a fucking ruthless person!"

The author has something to say:

A few days ago I sprained one foot while walking, and after a week of applying Yunnan Baiyao, it finally healed. Today... I sprained the other foot