The coquettish rival wants to have CP with me every day

Si Yan was a little dazed.

no!

He's always been straight...

correct!

He hasn't answered what he just said!

Will he still fight Lu Zeyuan in the future?

Si Yan seriously suspected that this guy just wanted to take advantage of him.

night……

Feng Jian never came back, not even the dinner.

Si Yan went to ask the chief director and they all said that they didn't see Feng Jian, and gave him a big scumbag look.

Si Yan: "..."

Does he seem to be doing nothing?

never mind!

He was too lazy to argue with these people.

Si Yan returned to the room and waited for a while, it was almost twelve o'clock, but Feng Jian still didn't come back.

When that guy left, he seemed a little sad. Could it be that the blow was too great and he didn't want to live?

Probably not, that's Feng Jian.

But what if he falls in love with the brain and forcibly lowers his intelligence, impulsively?

Or, give him a call?

If it is connected, what reason do you have to ask him?

You can't say that you're worried about something happening to him, can you?

When Si Yan was thinking about finding a reason, Feng Jian came back with a small half bottle of brandy in his hand, obviously most of the bottle had already been eaten.

Seeing that his footsteps were steady, Si Yan probably wasn't drunk yet.

He was thinking about whether to say something, when Feng Jian fell headfirst, hitting the floor with a bang.

Hey guys, is the floor all right?

Seeing that he hadn't gotten up for a long time, Si Yan walked over to him and asked, "Are you okay?"

He stretched out his hand to pull him, but he couldn't move.

There is no way, Feng Jian is more than ten centimeters taller than him, and he is also a big guy who looks thin when he wears clothes, but has flesh when he takes off his clothes.

Si Yan called him for a long time but didn't respond, and couldn't hold him, so he could only grab someone's foot and drag him with difficulty.

If Feng Jian woke up, he would probably want to vomit blood.

Why is there such a big difference between him and Lu Zeyuan?

It took Si Yan a lot of effort to drag Feng Jian onto the bed bit by bit.

"I don't know how to drink, but I have to drink." Si Yan complained, and was about to help him take off his shoes and cover him with a quilt, when Feng Jian sat up all of a sudden.

Then he staggered toward the bathroom with bare feet.

Si Yan: "..."

Is this person drunk or not?

He also took it, and he still didn't forget to take a bath before going to bed.

He didn't intend to care about it at first, but just as he was about to lie down, he heard another slamming sound from the bathroom.

Good guy, fell again.

Si Yan opened the bathroom door, and saw someone fell in the bathtub and almost survived drowning.

He really wanted to take a picture of someone's ghostly appearance now, and laugh at it later when he was free.But thinking of the consequences of the last photoshoot, he could only put away the malicious intentions in his heart.

"I really owe you in my previous life." While complaining, he resigned himself to help someone take a bath.

Then a wound on the back of someone's hand was discovered.

"Damn it! When did you do it?"

The person in the bathtub closed his eyes and did not answer him.

Isn't it the way of green tea?

Si Yan only thought that he was drunk, and didn't expect him to wake up and explain clearly.

So after cleaning someone up quickly, he carried it back to the bed with difficulty, and then went to the program team to ask for a spare medicine kit.

"What's the matter with you?" The chief director asked with a look of lovelessness.

Day by day, the two of them never stopped.

First, they took away the two guests invited by their program group, then forced Bai Qi out of the program, and then sent the assistant sent by Si Yan Company to the hospital.

Now again...

The chief director now wants to blow his hair when he hears the word medicine.

If I had known earlier, I would have arranged for the two of them to sleep in separate rooms.

"It's nothing, Feng Jian's finger was injured a little bit," Si Yan said.

"Finger injury? Is it serious?" The chief director immediately regained his spirits.

If something happened to Feng Jian in their program group, he wouldn't be able to afford to pay for the big Buddha.

"It's okay, it's just a small wound and a little bit of skin, just wipe it with some disinfectant wound ointment."

"Let's send it to the hospital!" the chief director said worriedly.

Si Yan thought that he had helped Feng Jian take a bath just now, with no clothes on, and the neutral gear underneath.If this is seen by the chief director, what's the deal?

"Hehe! No need!"

"Why not! You are all invited by the program team. If something happens, I, the chief director, can't afford it. It's better to send it to the hospital." The chief director said and walked out the door.

Si Yan was speechless.

Why is this old man so difficult.

During the filming of the previous program, he was wrestling and had a cold and fever. He had never seen the chief director so anxious, and it really was partiality for Feng Jian.

hum!

He held the medicine box to block the door: "Director, there is really no need." After speaking, he quickly went back to the room and locked the door behind him.

Chief Director: "..."

The producer behind him patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother, why don't you see it? The two of them have played too much together, so it's inconvenient to send him to the hospital."

Chief Director: "..."

He thought of Si Yan saying that Feng Jian had injured his finger, and then his old face turned red and turned crooked for no reason...

Si Yan reminded the program team of his illness last time, so the medicine in the spare medicine box this time is complete for treating trauma and internal injuries, and cold medicine.

When he saw the wound on the back of Feng Jian's hand, he knew that he had beaten it madly.

Helplessly sighed.

He grasped his slender knuckles with one hand, and applied ointment for him with the other hand, disinfected with iodophor first, and then applied Yunnan Baiyao to treat trauma.

Feng Jian's fingers curled up slightly, and Si Yan thought he was in pain, so he subconsciously blew on him, carefully applied it, and finally bandaged it.

Feng Jian's tightly closed brows and eyes relaxed slightly, and Si Yan said with disdain for him: "What a troublesome fellow!"

That being said, seeing someone's hair was still wet, I went to get a hair dryer and helped someone dry their dog's head.

After all this work, he was already too sleepy.So he just fell down and didn't want to care about anything.

In his sleep, he felt that he was tightly bound in his arms by a pair of powerful arms, but he was too sleepy, so he didn't care.

The next day...

When Si Yan woke up, he found that he was bound tightly in the arms of some shameless person.

He originally wanted to wake him up with a big mouth, but seeing someone's fairy sleeping face so close at hand, his heart was so damn soft.

After days of cold weather, it finally cleared up today.

The orange-red morning light refracted in through the gaps in the curtains outside the glass, just falling on Feng Jian's peacefully sleeping side face.

The light yellow halo subsided his previous coldness, making him not look so hateful!

The main reason is that his face is really good-looking.

Even those famous male models and stars are not as perfect as Feng Jian in terms of face and figure. Seeing him as a man makes him a little envious and jealous.

So, someone accidentally reached out and squeezed the other person's face.

It seems to feel pretty good.

The sky is full, the eyebrows are sharp, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the lips are thin... warm and soft.No wonder when kissed, the taste seems to be pretty good...