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When An Xiaojing woke up, he felt as if his whole body had been run over by a car, his waist was sore and his back hurt, and he felt uncomfortable when he moved.

He sighed heavily, and looked up at the ceiling.

He was thinking, regretting playing too crazy with Yan Wujing last night, what if it affects today's shooting progress?

At this time, Yan Wujing came out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe, walked to him and sat down.

Yan Wujing held his hand, kissed the back of his hand, and fondled his forehead.

"Did I wake you up?"

An Xiaojing shook his head, took a look at the mobile phone on the bedside table, and found that it was only six o'clock in the morning, and there was still some time before nine o'clock.

An Xiaojing put down the phone, and said to Yan Wujing angrily, "I shouldn't be so crazy last night. I said that I have a scene to shoot today. I'm really worried that people will see something when I'm filming later."

"No, no one is watching your PG 24/[-]."

An Xiaojing pushed Yan Wujing, pretended to be angry and said: "Go away, I will get angry when I see you, now quickly disappear before my eyes."

Yan Wujing smiled instead of anger, "Honey, you were not like this last night."

"Okay, don't mention last night, I'm going to get up, don't disturb me."

After An Xiaojing washed up, he was just about to call Xiaoze to ask him to prepare breakfast and bring it up. Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked into the living room, he saw that the dining room was full of his favorite breakfast, such as Xiaolongbao and soybean milk fried dough sticks .

An Xiaojing swallowed his saliva looking at the delicious breakfast, but he is an entertainer and he is still filming, so for the sake of his weight, he did not choose the delicious steamed buns, let alone fried dough sticks, but a small dish Broccoli and chicken breast salad without a hint of oil.

An Xiaojing brought the salad in front of her, and every time she took a bite of the salad, she glanced at the steak in front of Yan Wujing, and then swallowed it down.

Seeing An Xiaojing's childish behavior, Yan Wujing couldn't help laughing.

"Honey, don't eat such a delicious breakfast, just eat that little salad?"

"I'm here to control my weight. Are you ashamed to say that you prepared such a rich breakfast on purpose? You know that I can't eat it, and you still have to prepare so much, just to see me laughing on purpose."

"You wronged me. I just asked people to prepare breakfast. I didn't specifically order anything to be prepared. These were prepared by the chef."

An Xiaojing was too lazy to argue with Yan Wujing on this matter, he finished his breakfast on his own, and picked up the watermelon beside him after eating.

"Wait."

"Huh?" An Xiaojing looked down at the watermelon in his hand, but found nothing wrong, so he asked, "Can't I eat it?"

"No."

Yan Wujing took the watermelon from An Xiaojing's hand, and then used a long stick to pick out the watermelon seeds on the plate bit by bit.

Although it was just a very small move, such details moved An Xiaojing.

After the watermelon seeds were picked clean, An Xiaojing looked at the watermelon that Yan Wujing handed him.

He took it carefully, smiled and took a small bite.

"Why do you help me remove the watermelon seeds? You will spit them out when you eat them."

"Get used to it. Every time I eat watermelon, I remove the seeds because I don't want to spit them out."

An Xiaojing nodded, trying to calm down her beating heart.

"Have you ever picked watermelon seeds for others?"

"No, why should I help others pick?"

Yan Wujing's rhetorical question made An Xiaojing speechless for a moment, but then made him laugh dumbfounded.

Maybe this is when you dote on someone, and that person only dotes on you.