Kiss every script [Quick Transmigration]

Mu Zhichan managed to hold on to the last sliver of blood, and shifted her eyes to the red wine glass on the table with difficulty, and said, "...I, I don't think it's good enough, how can I be your dance partner as an amateur?"

Just kidding, don't look at Mr. Bian's gentle and gentle look now, once he enters the work mode, he will immediately turn into a cruel and tyrant.

I still remember that when Bian Jiyue was the dance instructor of a certain variety show, she smiled and said with concern that combining work and rest should never be too hard, while turning her head and calling those trainees crying for their parents, wishing to die suddenly on the spot.

But despite this, none of these trainees said they wanted to quit, let alone paying high liquidated damages for quitting, just Bian Jiyue's fame as a celebrity can bring them huge exposure and benefits, not to mention Also can learn a lot of things really.

But for Mu Zhichan...

——Hey, I’m getting old, I can’t dance anymore, I just want to go skating and sleep in my spare time, is it because the games are not fun or the anime is not good to watch?

"Are you rejecting me?" Bian Jiyue asked a little closer, lowering her voice.

Mu Zhichan was forced to retreat tactically, and calmly said: "No, no, I just think there must be a more suitable candidate than me. Teacher Bian, don't worry, I'm thinking carefully..."

"Hmm..." Bian Jiyue opened the distance between the two of them after thinking for a moment, and leaned lazily on the back of the dark red velvet sofa, "What you said is not unreasonable."

Mu Zhichan breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly wiped a cold sweat from her heart.

"Are you visiting London?" Bian Jiyue asked him again, changing the subject.

Mu Zhichan drank the wine and was shocked, nodded in response, "Yes."

"How long do you plan to stay here? I'll probably stay for another half a month." Bian Jiyue lowered her eyes and picked up a goblet filled with red wine, shaking it gently between her fingers.

"I'll be back on the 18th, almost half a month." Mu Zhichan glanced at the date on the phone and said.

"Would you like to add a WeChat account? I'll scan it for you." Saying that, Bian Jiyue clicked on WeChat to scan it.

Mu Zhichan was stunned for a moment and was immediately distracted, a few pink flowers bloomed in her heart, and hurriedly said: "Okay, okay."

……

……

Ten o'clock in the evening, Room 2209, Rosal Hotel, London.

After parting with Bian Jiyue at Yaqimir Restaurant, Mu Zhichan took a ride back to the hotel.

After locking the door, plugging in the room card and taking off the electricity, he took off his leather shoes and overcoat and threw himself on the big bed measuring two meters by two meters, like a dead body with no emotions.

After standing like this for 5 minutes, someone rolled on the bed, took out his mobile phone, clicked on WeChat, stared at Bian Jiyue's pure white headshot and murmured in a low voice: "My mother who is far away in heaven, I actually Added to my idol's WeChat..."

So, Mu Zhichan, who was excited in her heart, clicked into Teacher Bian's circle of friends with great interest, and then backed out in disappointment.

Because it's blank.

The background is white, the profile picture is white, there is no circle of friends, it is cleaner than his face.

Admiring the cicada, she threw the phone on the bed with a "sigh", and decided to take a bath to calm down the excitement and excitement in her heart.

For men, taking a bath generally only takes 10 minutes to half an hour.

So after taking a shower, Mu Zhichan walked out of the bathroom while wiping his hair. Occasionally, translucent drops of water slid down his forehead and onto his collarbone, pulling an invisible water mark on his skin. The scorching heat caused the corners of his eyes and cheeks to flush slightly, and then quietly showed a little bit of charm.

He picked up the hair dryer and began to dry his hair. When the hair was half dry, he put it back into the hair dryer. He leaned against the bedside and turned on his laptop, deciding to find some videos to watch to pass the time.

Afterwards, he clicked on a dance video with the title [It's Ruan Tian] on the recommendation page of station x.

The main up→is the dancer. He is a young man with a pure appearance and a bright smile. Although he is not very old, it can be seen that his dancing skills are very solid, and the dance moves he choreographed are full of aura.

Mu Zhichan suddenly became interested. He hadn't seen a young man who could dance so energetically for a long time, so he clicked on the post of the up master, and found that there were flips and originals in it.

After basically watching it all, Mu Zhichan had to admit that this young man was indeed very talented in dancing.His original dance has his own unique style; no matter how difficult the flip dance is, he can dance the essence of the original dance, and even surpass the blue.

But even though the dance is perfect, in Mu Zhichan's view, it is just a mechanical copy of the movement, not as full of soul and tension as his original dance.

"Buzz-buzz-"

At this time, the mobile phone that was originally placed on the bedside table vibrated suddenly, and Mu Zhichan, who was too lazy, had to lean close to the bedside, picked it up and took a look——

[Bian Jiyue requested a voice call, would you accept it? 】

His heart skipped a beat, and he accidentally clicked on the connection with a trembling hand.

"Good evening, dear." Bian Jiyue's magnetic voice came to her ears through the earpiece, and the music playing on the street could still be vaguely heard.

Mu Zhichan's face turned red in an instant, like a delicious peach, and she stammered: "Night, good evening, Teacher Bian."

——How could this man call him dear so casually! ?Don't they just know each other?

"Ah, I wonder if it's convenient for you to come out now?" Bian Jiyue said with a smile in her voice, "Teacher Bian has a gift for you."

Mu Zhichan hurriedly got up and began to put on her clothes: "It's convenient, it's convenient! Where are you? I'll go find you!"

Bian Jiyue chuckled, "I'm on Cyril Street, remember to wear thick clothes when going out, it's very cold outside."

Mu Zhichan's heart melted when she heard this, and she responded repeatedly: "Yeah, ok, ok."

After half an hour.

Mu Zhichan opened the door of the hotel room again with a blizzard all over her body. On the surface, she was approachable, but in fact she seemed to be a dog inside.

With an excited heart and trembling hands at that time, he found the place with great difficulty according to what Teacher Bian said. Then, he got a key wallet that was stolen, and squatted in the cold night A big star with the surname B who is waiting for someone from Malu Yazi to pick him up.

Before knowing the truth of the matter, Mu Zhichan shyly knocked on the side: "Does Teacher Bian have a gift that he hasn't given me yet..."

So in the next second Bian Jiyue suddenly turned around and held his hand, and slowly pulled it on her chest, saying affectionately: "Well, here is the gift."

Mu Zhichan: "..."

——I suspect that I have been tricked, but I have no proof.

……

"It's really troublesome to bother you late at night." The man in a black windbreaker apologized after following Mu Zhichan, and closed the door smoothly.

"Ah, it's okay." Mu Zhichan wasn't actually angry. Instead, there were a few traces of unspeakable joy. He found another pair of slippers and put them in front of him. Get another room."

Because his room only had a bed measuring two meters by two meters, how could Bian Jiyue, who is a well-known actor, sleep in the same bed with someone she just met, the burden of being an idol must be huge.

"No, the bed is quite big, enough for the two of us to sleep." Bian Jiyue said, his tone couldn't be more natural.

Mu Zhichan: "..."

A certain person who was speechless for a moment could only watch helplessly as the man changed into his slippers, hung the pure black windbreaker in the built-in wardrobe, and then turned around and loosened his tie with one hand. The action was both sexy and powerful, as if He will be undressed in the next second. Press him on the bed and then...

——Enough is enough, hurry up! !

Mu Zhichan raised her hand and slapped herself, wondering if she was crazy?

"What's wrong?" Bian Jiyue looked at someone because she didn't know.

Mu Zhichan pressed half of her slightly flushed cheeks, and replied calmly: "There are mosquitoes."

"That shouldn't be such a heavy hand." Bian Jiyue frowned, approached and reached out to pinch his chin for a few seconds and then let go. The movement was so natural that Mu Zhichan didn't even realize it. The light scent of perfume permeated silently, extending to his heart.

"Apply it." Bian Jiyue walked out of the bathroom, and handed him the towel soaked in cold water, with a gentle tone.

"...Thank you." Mu Zhichan took the towel and pressed it on her face, she was quite flattered, and then she was very shameless and reluctant to return her thoughts, such as whether Teacher Bian would be interested in him or not. , then he...

——Stop, I want to fart.

"This is Yachiyo?" Bian Jiyue rolled up her sleeves and leaned over to fiddle with a pot of succulents on the table with her fingers, her drooping eyelashes were smudged into a faint golden color by the light.

"Yes." Mu Zhichan glanced at the pot of green succulents on the table, then took out the nightgown and changed it, then leaned over to find a new nightgown from the drawer and handed it to him, "New, I think we're about the same size."

Bian Jiyue took the nightgown, looked at him and laughed softly: "Thank you, it's a good thing I met you today, otherwise I should have been taken away by the police uncle."

Mu Zhichan waved her hands with a "sigh", picked up the towel and hung it on the hanger, and sat cross-legged on the bed.

Seeing this, Bian Jiyue also sat on the other side of the bed, lowered her eyes and opened her pockets.

Mu Zhichan looked at the man sitting next to him—the facial features were deep, the black hair hanging on the side of the neck with some slight natural curls, and the body wrapped in a black shirt must have broad shoulders, long legs, and well-proportioned muscles.

"...It's really a headache that you can't pay with your mobile phone abroad. I will ask you to lend me some cash to ask the lockpicker tomorrow. I will transfer the money to you, okay?" Bian Jiyue held the pajamas in her hands Slowly rubbing, caressing, raising his eyes to trace the outline of the person in front of him, his voice could not help but soften, as if he was afraid of disturbing some small herbivorous animals.

Mu Zhichan withdrew her gaze, leaned on the head of the bed with a relaxed body and yawned, feeling drowsy suddenly, rubbed her eyes and said, "Okay, no problem."