There are always some amazing people on set

Meng Jinghan, who had eaten enough and slept well, was in good health.

──This is Ji Ziheng's thoughts.

The little apprentice has a regular schedule, and all the dark circles and pimples from staying up late are gone, and his skin is smooth and bright. He can simply endorse skin care products without makeup, such as miracle light that works in a week, although Ji Ziheng always thinks that miracle light It looks more like an integer.

Well, it seems that Meng Jinghan is very self-controlled, no one has been watching her figure for two months, and her figure is still not out of shape at all, her pectoral and abdominal muscles are still distinct, and there is no sign of melting into the soft flesh at all.

If it weren't for the remaining bit of conscience, Ji Ziheng still wanted to touch it a little bit.

But he seems to have come too early, after all, being in front of someone's house at [-] o'clock in the morning on holidays is not in line with the routine of ordinary people.

Meng Jinghan, who came to answer the door, was obviously still out of condition. He rubbed his eyes, his consciousness seemed hazy, so he couldn't understand the situation but he could still say "Brother Heng".

Ji Ziheng was very satisfied, so he didn't bother about "Meng Jinghan didn't feel frightened at all and was boring".Following others into the door, he sat down unceremoniously, Meng Jinghan closed the door, and went back to sleep on the bed like a wandering soul.

Ji Ziheng simply turned on the laptop he brought and started writing... No, before writing the manuscript, he should first record Meng Jinghan's sleeping appearance in a random note, it's a little cute.

When Ji Ziheng was halfway through drafting, the exclamation behind him made a row of F's appear on his screen.

"What are you doing?" He frowned and deleted the entire line of pressed words.

"Brother Heng, why are you here?"

"You opened the door and let me in."

"I, I, I mean, why did you come here!" Meng Jinghan shrank back under the quilt in seconds, only stretched out his hand to touch the edge of the bed, and scooped up his outer pants.

"It's a holiday." Ji Ziheng didn't turn his head back, "I miss you as a teacher, I made a special trip to kneel down to you with the keyboard, you will be so moved that you will cry."

Meng Jinghan got out of bed after putting on his outer pants, and quickly found a shirt to put on.

"So it's just that you want to find me, so?"

Ji Ziheng stared back at him, and it took him a long time to say "yes".

Obviously it was Meng Jinghan's question, but after hearing the answer, he seemed a little flustered, a little at a loss for a while, and instead looked at the floor and dared not look directly at Brother Heng.

This is Meng Meng, who is easy to control when he is obedient!

Ji Ziheng was very satisfied with this reaction, and immediately felt better, "But I only have two and a half days, and I will be locked up in a hotel after that."

"what?"

"I can't help it after I signed the contract. I can't make it out. It's very common for scripts to have dystocia and get locked up... Well, I'd rather they lock me up than to have three meals a day. It's faster, more. Quiet." Although his hand didn't stop for a moment, he clicked the script of what he called dystocia.

"But you seem to write smoothly...?"

Ji Ziheng said briskly, "Because this is the one the boss regretted not wanting after reading it."

"Then why don't you write the one you want to catch up on?"

"Then you will see me sitting here for two hours, with only two more lines on the screen, and in the end I will be arrested and locked up." Ji Ziheng shrugged, "You should do what you should do when you are on vacation. I want to finish this story.”

"...Then why don't you put down the manuscript?"

"Wait for your breakfast."

Meng Jinghan cut off two buns with a small electric cooker and steamed them. While waiting for breakfast, he sat next to Brother Heng and watched others write.

It's so mysterious, he hasn't had much contact with Brother Heng in the past two months, at most he just pays attention to the other party's radio programs, or occasionally looks at other social networking sites that are not updated very much, almost nothing, he just hugs That kind of secret love continues to live, or occasionally, really only occasionally, thinking about the other party... expressing the desire that cannot be obtained.

But this person suddenly appeared in his small suite one morning, sitting in his planet chair and writing.

This surprise was too sudden.

It was so sudden that he froze his machine for at least three seconds before realizing that he was only wearing a pair of boxers and still had morning erections, so he had to pull the pants under the quilt to wear them, and dared not come out until they disappeared.

Brother Heng seemed to be very attentive and very quiet when he wrote the manuscript.

In addition to the sound of the keyboard, there is only the sizzling sound of the electric pot steaming until the bottom of the pot is dry, and the water dripping from the lid back to the bottom of the pot.

Meng Jinghan stared blankly at his side face, but his thoughts drifted far away. He wanted to say that Brother Heng is here, so why don't you take him out to play while you have free time!Anping is not bad, go shopping in the old street, eat a shrimp cake, you can go to the historical sites or not, and then fly a kite on the big lawn to blow bubbles...

It's nice, romantic, and a date itinerary.

It would be great if Brother Heng could feel his heart beat because of this.

Hey.

The electric cooker jumped up, and Meng Jinghan used chopsticks to transfer the buns from the steaming rack to the plate. The skill of the buns was so superb that the skin of the buns didn't break at all.

Bring it to the small folding table next to Brother Heng, "You haven't eaten breakfast yet, have you? Eh—wait a minute, it's going to be hot."

So Ji Ziheng paused in mid-air when he stretched out his hand, and then withdrew his hands and continued typing, like a cat whose target suddenly disappeared and had to shrink his hands.

Oh, he also saw the rare cute picture of Brother Heng!

Meng Jinghan pursed his lips to hold back his laughter, Brother Heng glared at him, but he smiled even more, and put the electric fan on the steamed buns to cool them down, and sent one of them to Brother Heng respectfully.

"Let's hang out after you write a paragraph?"

"You don't need to rehearse?" Brother Heng raised his eyebrows, he was very clear about the scattered rehearsal time of the troupe.

"Only at night."

"Well."

"Okay! Then you eat first, and I will check the route later. What do you think of Anping?"

Brother Heng smiled, "Check what, you forgot that I studied here in college?"

"Huh?" Meng Jinghan's eyes widened, "I don't know. Are you studying in Tainan?"

"...The predecessor of Xinfeng was the campus club of the university next door. Has no one told you about it?"

"Oh..." After learning the new truth, he had no choice but to close the webpage silently. It seemed that the little planning just now was superfluous.