After I became the protagonist Bai Yueguang, I was in the Shura field [Transmigration Book]

Chang Jiao pursed his lips after saying that, looking extremely aggrieved, and held a delicately packaged snack box in his hand.

It looked pitiful.

Qiao Ying pinched the bridge of her nose, not knowing what to say, "Don't just think about it."

Chang Jiao raised his head and glanced at him quickly, "Why did the brother say this is dark food?"

Qiao Ying: "..."

He approached, raised his head to look directly at Chang Jiao, and almost kept saying: "Don't misinterpret my meaning casually."

Chang Jiao looked at him, "How does brother think the taste?"

Qiao Ying blinked lightly, "Taste? Well, it's delicious."

His description was too perfunctory, Chang Jiao's eyes clearly showed disbelief, a little bit of hazy mist rolled over, he opened his mouth, and was about to say something.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Qiao Ying's eyelids twitched, thinking that there would be nothing he wanted to hear from Chang Jiao's mouth, so he immediately cut off Chang Jiao's words, "Don't speak, just swallow it."

Maybe it was because his tone was a bit fierce, Chang Jiao was taken aback for a moment, and said aggrievedly: "Brother beat me..."

Qiao Ying glanced at him, and while having a headache, he described the taste in his mouth in as much detail as possible.

"The taste is a bit sweet, and in terms of texture, the outside is soft, and the filling inside is cold, a bit like bean paste, but there are large pieces of pulp inside."

The mist in Chang Jiao's eyes disappeared, and he handed over the snack box in his hand, "Brother, try it quickly, I went to buy it specially."

He was no longer a monster, Qiao Ying was relieved, took a piece from it and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing and said vaguely: "You haven't answered my question yet, why did you suddenly think of buying it. "

"I asked your assistant, and she said that you didn't eat much this morning, and you didn't eat much yesterday." Chang Jiao bent her eyes and turned the opening of the box to face Qiao Ying, "I think my brother will feel sick when he's hungry. , just happened to have a branch of this dim sum shop nearby, so I drove to buy it."

Qiao Ying paused, then continued the previous action as if nothing had happened, "It's delicious."

"Brother, how are you?" Chang Jiao suddenly repeated the previous question.

Qiao Ying was a little puzzled, but when she looked up, she found something.

Chang Jiao's eyes were bent, shining brightly, and the same three words were written on the left and right: Please praise.

At this moment, Qiao Ying was suddenly blessed, "Thank you." After a pause, he added: "I like it very much."

Satisfaction was clearly visible in Chang Jiao's eyes, he opened his mouth and said, "I want to have a taste too."

Qiao Ying didn't understand what he meant, so she said "um" casually, indicating that he could eat as much as he wanted, since he bought it anyway.

Until Chang Jiao's mouth shrunk, and his eyes obviously returned to the previous depression, Qiao Ying was slow to react, and a guess emerged in his heart.

Chang Jiao saw what he was thinking, and reminded: "I hold the box in both hands, brother."

Qiao Ying fell silent and blinked, as if she didn't understand, but her eyelashes trembled, not giving him a chance to pretend.

Chang Jiao seemed to be urging: "Brother, feed me." After a pause, he softened his voice and acted like a baby, "How about it?"

Qiao Ying: "..."

not good.

The word "no" just came out of his mouth, Chang understood what he wanted to say, silently lowered his eyes, pursed his lips tightly, loss was quietly spreading from him.

So Qiao Ying swallowed the two words again.

He stared at Chang Jiao blankly for a while, then whispered, "...open your mouth."

Chang Jiao raised his eyes, opened his mouth very obediently, and maintained an arc just enough to stuff snacks into.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Qiao Ying picked up a piece of snack from the box and stuffed it into Chang Jiao's mouth.

Chang Jiao's gaze followed his hand until it was right under his eyelids. He wanted to chase after him and put Qiao Ying's hand in his mouth, but he restrained himself firmly and kept the thought in his heart.

He pretended to be very obedient, stood on the spot, waited for Qiao Ying to withdraw his hand, then closed his mouth, curled the corners of his lips and began to chew slowly.

As Qiao Ying said, it is indeed very sweet.

But Chang Jiao always felt that what was sweet was not the stuffing with pulp in it, but Qiao Ying's fingertips.

With 10 minutes left in the break, Qiao Ying clapped his hands, trying to find a tissue from his pocket.

It was only after he lowered his head that he realized that what he was wearing now was a costume without pockets.Even if there were pockets, there were no tissues in them.

Chang Jiao seemed to have expected it, put the empty box aside, took out a silk handkerchief from his pocket, and handed it over, "Brother, wipe your hands."

Qiao Ying glanced at it, took it, and after wiping it from fingertips to palms, he folded the handkerchief and was about to put it in his pocket, "I'll return it to you after I wash it."

Just as Qiao Ying was trying to stuff the folded handkerchief into the pocket of the costume, she stretched out a hand from the side, took the handkerchief very naturally, and put it in her pocket without any distaste.

"You don't need to wash it with brother." Facing Qiao Ying's slightly dazed gaze with some doubts, Chang Jiao bent his eyes and added: "This is a one-off, I have a lot, just find a trash can and throw it away later. "

Qiao Ying nodded, "That's good."

Chang Jiao bent his eyes to look over, his face was well-behaved, a beam of sunlight was cut into a slender beam of light by the lush branches, from top to bottom, it just fell on the side of his cheek, hitting the only bright spot spot.

Qiao Ying glanced up and suddenly noticed something.

He frowned slightly, doubts clearly visible in his eyes.

"Chang Jiao." Qiao Ying opened her mouth and called out.

Chang Jiao responded, "What's wrong?"

Qiao Ying's eyes were a little strange, he raised the hand hanging by his side, stretched out his fingertips, and before Chang Jiao could react, he slid over the corner of his eyes.

Chang Jiao froze for a moment, the corners of his eyes were so soft and light that it was a little itchy, but it didn't prevent him from freezing because of the sudden touch of the person in front of him.

Chang Jiao couldn't hold back, and shouted: "Brother, why are you..."

Qiao Ying didn't seem to notice it, and looked down at the thing on his fingertips. It was some kind of sticky powder, the color was close to the skin color, and it was whiter. .

If you guessed right, this is... Foundation?

Qiao Ying blinked, turned her fingertips towards Chang Jiao, and asked softly, "What is this, fan?"

Seeing what his fingertips rubbed against, Chang Jiao applied for a sudden froze, but in a moment, he adjusted his state again, looked away calmly, and pretended to be stupid: "What is this? Where did brother rub it?" Up."

Qiao Ying narrowed her eyes slightly, "In the corner of your eyes, I think you should know what this is better than me."

Chang Jiao: "..."

He was silent for a while, and opened his mouth, trying to cover up the fact that Qiao Ying had discovered him: "I don't know what it is, maybe I accidentally touched it."

How careless it must be to get into the corner of the eye.

Qiao Ying moved her thumb, put her thumb and index finger together, rubbed it lightly, and wiped off the foundation on her fingertips.

Qiao Ying spoke directly, exposing the truth, "This is liquid foundation."

Chang Jiao's face remained unchanged until Qiao Ying asked, "Why do you put liquid foundation on the corners of your eyes? It seems that there is also a concealer."

The expression on his face finally showed a trace of chapping, he didn't speak, his mind was spinning, he didn't know what to do.

Confess, or keep lying?

Chang Jiao opened his mouth, caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, and changed the subject abruptly, "Brother, go back, the outdoor scene will start soon, and the director is standing behind the camera."

The corners of Qiao Ying's lips curled up, and a smile flashed across his eyes.

But soon, he returned to his expressionless face, and said in a light voice: "Come to my room at night."

This sentence, placed at another point in time, or from another person, may be a tempting invitation.

But Chang Jiao knew clearly that this was definitely not the situation he had imagined, so he was just a little surprised, and aggrievedly dragged his voice out.

"elder brother……"

Qiao Ying ignored him, turned around, and walked towards Director Zhou without even an explanation.

Chang Jiao didn't catch up, but kept her eyes fixed on him, watching him walk out of the cool shade and step into the scorching sun.

Under the scorching sun, the young man's exposed back neck and side face were so white that they seemed to be able to glow, and it would dazzle anyone's eyes if they didn't pay attention.

In a place where no one could see, Chang Jiao's eyes darkened, and after a while, he sighed helplessly, only feeling a headache.

After the crew finished work, Qiao Ying put her hands in her hands, zipped up her jacket, and walked out.

City D is a very magical place. It was clearly a hot summer in July, but as soon as the middle of August approached, it gradually became cooler, and the temperature difference between day and night also became larger as visible to the naked eye.

Qiao Ying declined Chen Niannian's invitation to go out to eat together, and called the hotel to order ingredients, as well as some commonly used medicines for bruises.

Then he held a cup of soaked milk and sat on the sofa waiting for someone to knock on the door.

The hotel service staff and Chang Jiao almost came here one after another.

Just as Qiao Ying took the things on his front foot, he caught a glimpse of Chang Jiao coming out of the room on his back foot.

Qiao Ying glanced at Chang Jiao, then looked away casually, turned around, and waited for someone to come and close the door for him.

Chang Jiao obediently sat down on the sofa, "Brother, I'm here."

Qiao Ying was busy with her own business, so she agreed casually, walked into the bathroom on her own, and took out a clean veil that was still warm and wet.

He stood still in front of Chang Jiao, stretched out his free left hand, and pinched the other's chin.

Chang Jiao didn't move, obviously he could easily get rid of the hand, and by the way, he pushed the young man in front of him who was far smaller in physical strength and stature than his own on the sofa, but he just raised his head obediently, and let the young man do the work.

Like a ferocious beast with its fangs and claws put away, when it treats its master, it shows an unexpected and extremely docile side.

Qiao Ying said softly, "Close your eyes."

Chang Jiao closed her eyes obediently.

Immediately, he felt the warm veil, starting from the corners of his eyes, wiped across his entire face, bit by bit, gently wiping, removing all the camouflage on it.

Qiao Ying let go of her hand, turned over the veil that was obviously stained with thick liquid foundation and concealer, or maybe other cosmetics, and placed it in front of Chang Jiao's eyes brightly.

"Accidentally touched such a big piece?"

Chang Jiao's eyelashes trembled, and he glanced at the handkerchief with a guilty conscience. There was a thick smear on it, and he closed his eyes again, pretending not to see or hear.

Qiao Ying turned her head and looked at Chang Jiao's face carefully.

After removing the disguise, his original face was clearly revealed, with bruises on the corners of his eyes, cheekbones, almost the entire face, scattered scattered.

These obvious scars caused by external forces are particularly shocking on Chang Jiao's overly beautiful face, but I don't know if there are any on him...

Qiao Ying's brows were tightly knit together, noncommittal.

He suddenly remembered what Fu Guqing said before.

——"When I came over there just now, I saw Chang Jiao and Chu Yu."

——"They seem to be fighting."

The fight with Chu Yu half a month ago, the scars are still there, and it was barely covered with such a thick layer of concealer. One can imagine how hard they fought before.

Qiao Ying's eyebrows furrowed even tighter.

The situation on Chang Jiao's side is not good, and it will only be worse on Chu Yu's side.

No wonder none of them continued to hang around in front of him, Qiao Ying thought, no wonder.

Qiao Ying looked at Chang Jiao, who had her eyes closed and had a cute and innocent face, and her heart suddenly felt depressed for a moment, as if being tightly covered by something.

It was also like staying in a good place with a sunny day and fresh air, but suddenly entering a dark, dreary place full of dust in the next second.That sense of gap, mixed with dust as far as the eye can see, is not only the tightness in the chest caused by the difficulty in breathing, but also the discomfort, and there is also a faint, unknown fire that has risen for no reason.

It feels weird.

very strange.

The author has something to say: Chu Yu & Chang Jiao (excited): What's so strange, this is love! ! !

Chu Yu & Chang Jiao:?

Chu Yu & Chang Jiao: Why learn to speak from me!

Qiao Ying: ...