divorce?No talking! 【Entertainment】

Zhong Shaolin didn't know when he found a mask, and now he has already hung up one ear for him. When he was helping himself to hang up the other ear, his fingertips swept across his lips.

Zhou Huaiyou raised his eyes, facing Zhong Shaolin's satisfied eyes.

This guy.

Zhou Huai raised his hand to take over the rest of the work, and tilted his head by the way, keeping a distance from his dishonest hand.

There was a hint of unsatisfactory expression on Zhong Shaolin's face. At this time, a little girl at the door did not stare at the groom, but stared at the two curiously, as if she had known for a long time that the two were secretly doing some shady things behind the curtain.

Seeing this, Zhong Shaolin had no choice but to give up, and twirled his itchy fingers a little unwillingly.

The outdoor wedding photos are finally coming to an end.

The two grooms-to-be could not hide their exhaustion, especially Duan Qingyuan, whose legs were overloaded by standing for a long time, and the rest time became longer and longer in the later stage, so the photographer had to speed up the progress.

At the moment when work was finally over, everyone let out a long breath.

Zhou Huai, who was taking care of Duan Lexuan all the time, felt a dull pain in the muscles of his back, but today's filming was relatively smooth, and there were no accidents in the middle, so everyone was happy.

In the parking lot, Zhou Huai bent down and hugged Duan Lexuan who was sleeping in the back seat. The little girl also ran for a day, exhausted early, and such a big movement at this moment did not wake her up.

"Brother, thank you today." Zhou Jin was wiping the eyeliner around his eyes with a wet towel, but he didn't clean it off. His long eyelashes pierced his eyes. He blinked continuously, and the whites of his eyes were slightly red.

Zhou Huai wanted to step forward to help, but Duan Qingyuan next to him had already stepped forward, took the wet wipe from Zhou Jin's hand, lowered his head slightly, and gently wiped it for him.

Xiaojin closed her eyes and raised her head, and nodded her hands from time to time. Duan Qingyuan dealt with the undried eyeliner very patiently one by one.

"Let me come." Zhong Shaolin's people came to him following the voice, and reached out to pick up the little girl, "You have been tired all day today."

Zhong Shaolin has broad shoulders and long legs, and the curled Duan Lexuan nestles on his chest, making him look extraordinarily petite.

Zhou Huai rubbed his sore shoulders, stepped forward to help him open the car door, Zhong Shaolin lowered his waist, and moved Duan Lexuan to the back seat of Duan Qingyuan's Benz.

At this time, Xiaojin's eyeliner had been cleaned, and she was wiping Duan Qingyuan's hairspray on Duan Qingyuan's bangs with a wet towel.

"Xiao Jin, let's go first." Zhou Huai had no choice but to interrupt the two who were about to get married all the time.

Only then did Zhou Jin focus on Zhou Huai, with a persuasive look on her face, "Brother, why don't you go to our place for dinner tonight?"

"No," Zhou Huai replied while walking towards Zhong Shaolin's car, "Hurry up and go back and rest."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and waved casually behind him, signaling that he would go first.

Zhong Shaolin, who got into the driver's cab ahead of time, turned slightly, the co-pilot's door had been opened a crack, Zhou Huai took advantage of the opportunity to pull the door open and climbed in.

The leather seat that fit the curve of the body immediately wrapped his tense muscles. Zhou Huai raised his head and leaned on the soft and moderate pillow, and let out a small sigh from the corner of his mouth.

Getting married is not an easy thing.

Zhong Shaolin saw Zhou Huai's series of movements in his eyes, and pressed his finger on the button on the console, and the next moment, the seat under Zhou Huai's buttocks began to vibrate.

Zhou Huai's half-closed eyes opened, and the button hidden under the seat was massaging his whole body with very soothing movements.

"Is it comfortable?" Zhong Shaolin couldn't help asking when he saw that Zhou Huai looked like a cat whose chin was being scratched, with a hint of satisfaction on his face.

Zhou Huai gave a low cough, and naturally looked away, sat back down again, and snorted reluctantly.

There is no need to lead the way back, Zhong Shaolin stepped on the gas pedal before Xiaojin and Duan Qingyuan started on the road.

At noon, all of them didn't have a good lunch because they were rushing to shoot the filming schedule. This will be the end of the matter, and he planned to take Zhou Huai directly to a comfortable restaurant.

"What do you want to eat later?" Compared to Zhou Huai's exhaustion, Zhong Shaolin seemed to be in high spirits, his fingers still clicking on the steering wheel, "I'll book a private room first."

Zhou Huai was fitted with a comfortable massage seat from his thighs to the top of his head. Hearing this, he just turned his head from one side to the other.

"No, I just want to go back and order a bowl of noodles by myself, and then lie on the bed and have a good sleep." At this time, the sun has set, and it is setting on the top of the straight tree. Bright red.Although the car was driving, the distance between them and the sun never shortened. Zhou Huai continued, "Mr. Zhong should have a lot of work to do after being absent from work for a day."

Today was a temporary absence from work, and the secretary called one after another, but he cut off all of them.Although Zhou Huai didn't make a sound, he saw everything in his eyes.

"It's okay," Zhong Shaolin turned the steering wheel and turned a corner, "I'll go to the company to work overtime after dinner."

"You should deal with business first." Zhou Huai moved his butt lazily, looking at the wild grass growing outside, "Xiaojin's wedding is one week away, and she is still abroad. If you have the energy, it is best to focus on your work. Do it well in advance, so as to save time when the distant water cannot put out the nearby fire.”

Zhong Shaolin glanced sideways at Zhou Huai who raised his head, and asked, "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

"Hmm..." Zhou Huai pressed the back of his head with his slender fingers before saying, "It's quite comfortable on my body, but I'm not used to the head."

Zhong Shaolin smiled and continued the topic just now, "By the way, how long do you have to join the group?"

Zhou Huai closed his eyes and thought for a while, "It's still half a month."

"There's still time." Zhong Shaolin helped him figure it out, "You can rest for a few days after attending Xiaojin's wedding."

Zhou Huai originally thought it was only a week, but the sign language teacher called him last night and said that Lu Ye's progress was a bit slow. Since he stopped training, Lu Ye didn't know what happened, and his learning attitude returned to normal. In the past, it was said that according to the current progress, it would take at least half a month for Lu Ye to graduate. She wanted to help Lu Ye enlighten her, but Zhou Huai refused after listening.

Lu Ye is an adult, and he has already said that he doesn't need to be his mentor.Furthermore, he had no intention of being interested in Lu Ye, so he simply avoided unnecessary contact.

Early the next morning, Zhou Huai was awakened from his sleep by a rapid ringtone of his mobile phone.

Although he was not in the mood to get up, this method made him very uncomfortable. He shook his neck left and right before reaching for the mobile phone beside the bed. He thought it was Zhong Shaolin, but the phone displayed Shen Zheming.

He answered the phone, and before he could say hello, Shen Zheming seemed to have taken dynamite, "Zhou Huai, what's going on? Isn't Xiaojin's husband Zhong Shaolin? How did he become Duan Qingyuan?!"

Zhou Huai took the phone aside and rubbed his buzzing ears. At this moment, Shen Zheming's voice came again, "Zhou Huai, talk!"

Zhou Huai opened his mouth and yawned as he looked at the cause and effect. It should be Xiaojin who sent the wedding invitation to Shen Zheming, but as far as he knew, the wedding invitation had been sent to him a long time ago. This guy only knows now. This reflex arc is too long, "You only know now?"

"I..." Shen Zheming over there seemed to be on the verge of a heart attack, and it took him a long time to spit out a few words, "How would I know that Xiao Jin's husband has changed? If I hadn't flipped through it casually this morning, I I thought Xiaojin was going to marry Zhong Shaolin!"

Zhou Huai is now fully awake. He gathered the silk pajamas that slipped off his shoulders, got off the bed, and said in a calm manner, "Even if the groom changes, you don't have to react so much, right?"

"I'm overreacting? Am I overreacting?" Shen Zheming growled on the other end of the phone.

Zhou Huai went to the bathroom wearing slippers. He stood in front of the mirror and glanced at the image of himself just waking up. There was nothing wrong with him other than his dull eyes. He raised his hand to smooth his hair and looked towards the toilet, " I'm sorry for Xiao Jin."

"How can this be done with a word of sorry?" Shen Zheming wanted to cry without tears, "If Xiaojin's husband is not Zhong Shaolin, then you and Zhong Shaolin have nothing to do with each other at all. At that time you said that you were not going to help Xiaojin Is it? You have nothing to do with Zhong Shaolin now, right?"

Zhou Huai suddenly felt that his desire to go to the bathroom would not come true for a while.

"It's a long story..."

"It's not too long for me, so take your time."

Zhou Huai frowned, "Sorry, I want to go to the toilet now."

"You still want to go to the bathroom at this time?!" Shen Zheming on the other end seemed to be pierced by thousands of arrows, and fell to the ground and moaned, "Zhou Huai, this is how you treat your friends...?!"

Zhou Huai was speechless, deeply feeling that his friend had changed from a rough guy to a tsundere princess, and that a single sentence might hurt the fragile heart of the other party.

Half an hour later, Zhou Huai finished washing, dressed neatly, stepped into the car, and drove to the nearest cafe.

When Zhou Huai arrived, Shen Zheming had already arrived and was sitting on the booth looking towards the door.

There are not many people in the cafe in the morning. Recently, the cafe has launched a breakfast series, which can barely attract some customers.

The crisp sound of wind chimes rang above his head, and Zhou Huai stepped in with two feet. The young couple who were having breakfast couldn't help being startled when they saw him.

Zhou Huai lowered his eyelashes slightly, pulled up the mask to cover his straight nose, and walked quickly to the opposite side of Shen Zheming.

In front of Shen Zheming was a cup of coffee that was almost stirred up in a mess, and the sugar cubes used for flavoring were put aside neatly, obviously not getting the owner's favor.

"Let's talk," Shen Zheming said impatiently before Zhou Huai could sit still, "What's going on here?"

The background music in the cafe was soothing and low, almost completely negligible. Shen Zheming didn't deliberately suppress his voice. As soon as he said this, he attracted the attention of the young couple, who poked their heads curiously.