Venomous tongue top stream is a small stutter [rebirth]

It's midsummer now, the weather is scorching hot, Song Zhi is the only one at home, he never expected to make a video call with Yan Huai, and just come out with his upper body naked after taking a shower.

The hickey marks left on his shoulders and chest have not completely faded, and they are particularly dazzling under the white light.

Song Zhi hurriedly pulled out Xia Liang's quilt, and wrapped herself until only her head remained.

Fortunately, Yan Huai did not continue to embarrass him, but the corners of his mouth kept slightly raised, "Is everything packed?"

"Huh?" The air conditioner was not turned on in the bedroom, and Song Zhi, who was stuffed under the quilt, was sweating on the back of his neck.

"Aren't you going to film in another place the day after tomorrow?"

"Oh." Unable to bear the sweltering heat, Song Zhi got out of the quilt and went to get the remote control by the bed, "Okay, okay."

"How long will it take?"

"Half, more than a month." The air-conditioning fan blades were swinging by the wall, and the cool wind was slowly blowing in Song Zhi's direction.

"Yeah." Yan Huai's eyes never left him, "It's cold over there, wear more."

Song Zhi nodded, being burned by the other party's gaze, he didn't dare to look directly at the screen anymore, and the scene became awkward for a while.

"Is there anything else to say?"

"No, no more." Song Zhi got under the quilt again.

"Well, go to sleep."

The screen turned black, Song Zhi dropped the phone and curled up into a ball, holding his hand on his slightly throbbing heart, he could hear the sound of his chest stalling and throbbing.

Why is it so difficult to say that I miss him.

The phone screen lit up, and it shook Song Zhi's hand through the pure cotton sheet.

He was in a bad mood and didn't bother to look.

The phone vibrated again, still the sound of text messages.

He clicked on it, and there were two messages from Yan Huai.

"Good night."

"I miss you."

At ten o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow, Song Zhi boarded the crew's chartered plane and flew to the northernmost city.

On the second day of filming, Song Zhi had a scene of falling into the water.The local temperature is low, in order to achieve the best effect, he soaked in the water for more than two hours.

The shooting ended at [-]:[-] p.m., and the crew prepared hot pot to help everyone relieve the cold and fatigue.

As the leading actor and director, Zhang Lun didn't know it at all. He brought a few actors and staff to get drunk and was scolded by Xue Wen.

The scene was lively and chaotic for a while, Song Zhi was not interested in drinking, and did not want to participate in their chat.

The surrounding environment of the filming location is remote, and the hotel facilities are average. It is not the heating season at present, and it is only a few degrees at night. There is no air conditioning in the room, and it is far less warm than a restaurant in full swing.

But the current situation made him more irritable than being in the cold, Song Zhi put on his coat and scarf, tightened his collar, and planned to go back to his room to sleep.

It's not even nine o'clock yet, Song Zhi doesn't feel sleepy, so why not find someone to chat with.

He began to search for people who could be contacted in the address book. Linda just had an accident some time ago, and it would be inhumane to call and scold her at this time.

The restaurant and the hotel are separated by a street, Song Zhi dialed Siqi's number while walking, and a "beep" sound came from the receiver.

"Childish."

A familiar voice came from behind, Song Zhi thought he had made a wrong call, he took back his phone and looked, it was indeed Siqi's call, and the other party hadn't connected yet.

The light in front of his eyes was blocked by a shadow, and a man in a finely tailored woolen coat appeared in front of him.

Yan Huai put his hands in his open pockets, and the hot air from his nostrils condensed into pale mist under the dim streetlights.

"Hey, what's wrong with little daddy? Is it you?" When the phone was connected, Siqi's crisp voice came through the speaker, but it failed to wake up Song Zhi who was caught off guard.

His world was silenced, only the man in front of him and the water vapor in the air remained.

Yan Huai took the phone from him, "Siqi."

"Well, we're together." Yan Huai's eyes stopped on the startled Song Zhi, "He's fine, okay, you go to bed early, good night."

Yan Huai hung up the phone, waved it in front of Song Zhi's eyes, and stuffed the phone into his pocket by the way, "Have you been drinking?"

"No, no." Song Zhi hurriedly returned to her senses, her mind still wandering, "You, what, are you here?"

"Find someone to have dinner with me." Yan Huai said.

"But I, have eaten."

As soon as the words fell, Song Zhi just wanted to slap her own mouth, how could he be such a dull and stupid person.

"But I didn't eat," Yan Huai stared at him, "Would you like to accompany me?"

Song Zhisheng was afraid that he would go back on his word, so he hurriedly said, "Yes."

"You drive." Yan Huai handed the key to Song Zhi, and opened the co-pilot's door himself.

"Eat, what to eat?" Song Zhi started the car and backed out from the parking space.

"What did you have for dinner?"

"Fire, hot pot."

"Okay, just eat this."

Song Zhi is not familiar with this city, and the geographical location is remote.He turned on his mobile phone and Baidud to the nearest chain hot pot restaurant, which was about ten kilometers away from him. There was no traffic jam at night, and he could get there in ten minutes.

Song Zhi drove to the destination according to the navigation, while Yan Huai leaned aside and closed his eyes to rest.The streetlight hit his sharp side face through the glass window, and there was only fatigue in his sight.

Song Zhi's heart was sore and swollen, and her hand holding the steering wheel tightened a little. Since she was so tired, why did she run over here?

Although this area is remote, the road is flat and wide, Song Zhi is not driving fast, and wants to give Yan Huai more rest time.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at the door of a hot pot restaurant.Song Zhi took off her seat belt, and approached the co-pilot lightly. Yan Huai leaned on the seat with her eyes closed, as if she was in a deep sleep.

But it would be uncomfortable to sleep without dinner, and the temperature in the car would be cold, but brother Yan Huai was not wearing too much clothes, and it would be even more uncomfortable if it was too hot.

Song Zhi was worried and flustered, and struggled for a long time to turn up the heating of the air conditioner.

His eyes stopped on the seat belt that was stuck on Yan Huai's chest, and he carefully pressed the buckle, letting it go back little by little.

In the dim space, Song Zhi tightened suddenly, someone grabbed her wrist, and the other person's temperature was hotter than his.

Yan Huai slowly opened his eyes, and pressed his hand on his chest, "Are you there?"

"Yeah." Song Zhi kept leaning forward, and could feel the other person's heartbeat in the palm of her hand.

Yan Huai was willing to let go of him completely when he opened the car door.

The proprietress of the hot pot restaurant is an authentic Northeasterner, and both her daughter and Song Zhi are fans of Song Zhi. When she saw him and Yan Huai coming to eat, the heat brought them to the private room on the third floor with the best and most secluded environment.

Before closing the door and leaving, the proprietress kindly told her, "Don't worry, we don't have cameras here, you two can do whatever you want."

Song Zhi, who originally only wanted to eat with Yan Huai, was distracted by a single sentence, but what else could she do in this kind of place besides eating.

Yan Huai picked up a piece of hairy belly and put it on his plate, "What are you thinking about?"

"No, no." Song Zhi lowered his head, and found that there were all dishes prepared by Yan Huai, all of which he liked.

He ate his head and stopped thinking about it.

Yan Huai picked up another piece of meat for him, "Didn't you have enough tonight?"

Song Zhi shook her head, feeling something was wrong, she nodded again.

"They're drinking, it's so noisy." Song Zhi told the truth.

"Why didn't you drink?" Yan Huai leaned over, his eyes resting on the corner of his mouth.

"You, no, I'll drink."

"So obedient?" Yan Huai rubbed the corner of Song Zhi's sauce-stained mouth with his fingertips, "Didn't you make me angry two days ago?"

Song Zhi's scalp was numb, and her buttocks were also aching.

If you don't behave well, you will be thrown into the bed for physical punishment, which hurts so much.

Yan Huai chuckled, "Hurry up and eat, I'll take you back after eating."

"Then, what about you?" Song Zhi asked subconsciously as she clenched her chopsticks.

"There is still work, so I have to rush back."

"Oh." Just staying for a short while, without sincerity.

However, the weather here is too cold and the hotel environment is bad, so it's better not to let brother Yan Huai live here.Mainly they live in a standard room, and there are other artists in the same room.

After the meal, the two came to the front desk to pay the bill.

Yan Huai casually picked up the chewing gum presented by the table, stuffed it into his mouth, and handed another piece to Song Zhi.

"Do you know why you want to eat this?" Yan Huai handed the credit card to the service staff.

"Why, why?" Song Zhi pinched the chewing gum and hadn't opened it yet. In fact, he didn't really want to eat it.

Yan Huai leaned close to his ear, and the mint-flavored hot air diffused into the auricle, "Before kissing, keep your breath fresh."

Song Zhi's breathing accelerated, her eyes shifted, and her fingertips made dents on the chewing gum skin.

While Yan Huai was paying the bill, he hurriedly tore off the wrapping paper with his back turned to him, stuffed the stick of chewing gum into his mouth, and the cool mint stung the tip of his tongue numb.

"Let's go." Yan Huai naturally put his arm on Song Zhi's waist and left the hot pot restaurant together.

Yan Huai was driving the car back, and Song Zhi was sitting in the co-pilot, her mouth was filled with the cool mint smell, not only the tip of her tongue could not be relieved, but even her lips were numb.

He was still holding the chewing gum paper in his palm, which had been folded into extremely thin strips by him.

The car stopped at the entrance of the hotel, Song Zhi unbuckled his seat belt, and Yan Huai followed him out of the car.

The old hotel was only lit by a dim red light sign, and the two stood in the shadow of the pine trees.

One didn't say go, and the other didn't stay.

Yan Huai was directly opposite him. After a few seconds of silence, the former took the initiative to take half a step forward. Song Zhi could smell the cool mint on the other's lips, but it made him dizzy.

"Do you want to give some material to the reporter friend?" Yan Huai's eyes flicked around, and the corner of his mouth seemed to touch his earlobe, "It must be very hard to wait for so long."

Song Zhi looked in his direction, and in the half-meter-high flower pond, he could find a circular reflective object, which was obviously a camera. "

According to the work ability of this group of gossip reporters and the appeal of Song Zhi's traffic, once the news breaks out, it will be on the top of the list within 10 minutes.

Song Zhi withdrew her gaze and landed on the joint between Yan Huai's jaw and neckline, "What, give...?"

"What do you think?" Yan Huai threw him another problem.

Who knows what level of material they like.

But if we don't do this matter today, brother Yan Huai will definitely not let him go.

Song Zhi took off the scarf, tiptoed and hung it around Yan Huai's neck.

But the scarf was put on, but the hand could not be retracted.

Yan Huai grabbed him and pulled him towards her, while Song Zhi's palm was pressed against his waist.

"I've already given you a hint." Yan Huai pinched his chin, and inserted his knuckles into Song Zhi's hair.The coolness is only a few millimeters away from his lips, and it is inseparable with the frequency of breathing.

"You refuse to do so."