Chu Ding picks up Chu Ding at the beginning of Korean entertainment

Jiang Canteen opens in the morning and in the afternoon, and there is a little rest time.Just in this tens of square meters of room, walking back and forth all morning, the soles of the feet have long been stiff, sore and painful.

Song Gewen sat on the ground with a relaxed expression. It feels like time flies by today. Compared with the oppressive crew, this place is really very relaxing.

In fact, it doesn't matter where this place is, the important thing is that there is him here.

She stretched her waist and stretched her muscles and bones, squinting her eyes in satisfaction.

"Would you like some coffee?"

Yin Zhiyuan finished his work and wanted to make a cup of coffee, and saw that his girl was like a lazy cat, a mixture of cute and sexy.I haven't seen her for a long time, and I always feel that he can't get enough of her.

Song Gewen shook his head, "No, I won't be able to sleep at night."

Now that the sun is just right, the fine hairs on her face can be seen clearly, warm and comfortable.

Yin Zhiyuan made coffee, sat cross-legged next to Song Gewen, and suddenly threw his whole body into the other's arms like a mischievous one.

Song Gewen put his arms around Yin Zhiyuan's neck, and the person in front of him had his hair draped over his forehead, like a part-time college student obediently.

Yin Zhiyuan rubbed against his body, found a comfortable position in the other's arms, and exhaled the exhaustion of the day contentedly.

Even if he couldn't see Little Sweetheart's face, he could feel that the thoughts of the people behind him were flying somewhere.

A brisk voice rang in Song Gewen's ears.

"What are you thinking about?"

As he spoke, Yin Zhiyuan looked up at Little Sweetheart's chin.

Song Gewen pressed the head up in his arms back into his arms, and there seemed to be little stars shining in those eyes, as if he could look straight into the depths of his soul.

"What are you thinking about?"

Yin Zhiyuan raised his head and asked again, his slender neck curved up in a beautiful arc.

This behavior is like always wanting to tease the cat in the afternoon, as entertainment.

Song Gewen pressed the furry head back into his arms again.

"What are you thinking about?"

Yin Zhiyuan spoke again, Song Gewen tightened his arms, did not use force, but pretended to strangle the neck in his arms.

Yin Zhiyuan shouted immediately. "Help! Someone is going to murder my husband!"

"Brother Xiugen!"

Yin Zhiyuan was acting and stretched out his hand to Li Xiugeun who was passing by for help.

"Gewen, do you need me to close the door?" Li Xiugen pretended to be sneaky and lowered his voice.

Song Gewen looked at Yin Zhiyuan who was sitting up in his arms, his obedient hair rubbed off static electricity on her clothes, but the back of her originally smooth hair exploded, the key point was that this person didn't know that he was so cute.

Yin Zhiyuan was puzzled, the eyes of the person in front of him laughed out of the arch bridge, and his waist almost bent to the ground.

"My hair."

Song Gewen pointed to Yin Zhiyuan's blown hair, the corners of his eyes were still smiling.

Yin Zhiyuan took the mobile phone and easily saw the blown hair, "Ah!"

"What's wrong?" Song Gewen shrugged his shoulders, opened his eyes slightly, and expressed his innocence.

"I did not do anything!"

Well, now this sentence Song Gewen is a bit gloating.

Yin Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes, the air was slightly dangerous.

"Oh, what are you thinking?"

Song Gewen's cheeks moved close to Yin Zhiyuan's cute face with his mouth shut, and he poked Yin Zhiyuan's pear hole with a smile.

Immediately Song Gewen couldn't laugh anymore.

Yin Zhiyuan held Song Gewen in his arms, rubbed left and right, and came out with the same hairstyle.

"ah."

Yin Zhiyuan smiled even more when he heard the angry man in his arms.

Song Gewen came out of Yin Zhiyuan's arms, the air was already dry in winter, and now she could hear the sound of static electricity in her hair.

"Okay!"

"What's the matter?" Yin Zhiyuan returned Song Gewen's innocent expression, then shrugged and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Hair is going to fly." Song Gewen brushed his hair, crackling static sound sounded, and his eyes fell on Yin Zhiyuan.

With a glance in his eyes, Yin Zhiyuan took the leather case in Song Gewen's hand, tied his hair, quickly combed a ponytail with his slender fingers, and parted some hair in front of his forehead.

While parting his hair, Yin Zhiyuan said, "Explain that we are calling, is there any?"

Delicate movements, sweet words, joyful to Song Gewen.

When someone looks at you tenderly and dotingly, and your shadow is everywhere in your eyes, then you will feel that you are unconditionally loved and pampered.

Song Gewen kissed the corner of the other person's mouth, not to mention that she still loves this person very much.

Only at night did Song Gewen know how the fried Jianghudong pork chops were made all day.

A group of people kept knocking, knocking, knocking in the living room, nothing but knocking.

"Because of the lyrics, we don't like replaying it today."

Jiang Hudong stopped what he was doing, moved his stiff wrists, and kept knocking after returning home for the past few nights, just like a replay.

"Didn't you decide to have a wedding next spring?"

"Do you plan to hold it there?"

Ahn Jae Hyun never asked Song Gewen, but today he had the opportunity to ask by the way, he and Mr. Gu have thought about what to give as a wedding gift, well, it was a very warm discussion, thinking of Mr. Gu, the corners of his mouth automatically curled up.

"We want to make it simpler, but we haven't figured out where yet." Yin Zhiyuan can see from the side, the eyes of the same knocking people have softened, and he can't wait.

"Hurry up and get married, two people are called family." Li Xiugen's tone was quite earnest, and every day when he came home, just seeing his child coquettishly calling Abba, his heart softened.

"Do you like boys or girls?"

Ahn Jae Hyun's current idea is to be a handsome husband. When he has a baby with Mr. Gu, he still likes his daughter, but he will like both son and daughter.

Hearing Zaixian's question, Song Gewen also looked up at Yin Zhiyuan curiously.

"I like them all." Yin Zhiyuan focused on the appearance of knocking the meat, not because he didn't look up, or because he was a little shy, he liked everyone, no matter boys or girls.

By the time the meat was cooked, it was already past midnight.

Song Gewen was sleeping on the sofa alone, and Yin Zhiyuan was sitting on the ground leaning against the sofa, playing with his mobile phone.

After washing, Song Gewen sat on the sofa, leaned over to see what Yin Zhiyuan was playing, and when she saw that it was that game again, she found that her boyfriend was really obsessed with reaching the full level.

He knocked so much meat himself, and knocked a lot for her, and he still has the strength to play games.

Song Gewen pinched Yin Zhiyuan's shoulders and massaged her boyfriend. She was also a gamer, so she really didn't have much prestige in her words.

After clearing a level, Yin Zhiyuan put down his phone. Originally, he started the game to wait for Song Gewen. He received a call from her manager, saying that Little Sweetheart was not in a good state recently.

Yin Zhiyuan couldn't bear to let his little sweetheart massage him all the time, and pulled down the hand on his shoulder.

He didn't look back, and subconsciously rubbed the opponent's hand.

"What's wrong?" Song Gewen was puzzled, why his male ticket was suddenly silent.

Yin Zhiyuan stood up and sat on the sofa, looking directly at Song Gewen.

He opened his mouth straight, without beating around the bush, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

"Zai Guo called me."

Song Gewen has been exposed to a lot of psychological knowledge recently. It stands to reason that when you want to talk to someone, if you don't look at the other person, it will be easier for the other person to open up.

But Yin Zhiyuan seems to be an exception.She can easily let go of her guard.

"Obviously it belongs to my manager, it seems like he likes me more?"

Song Gewen hugged Yin Zhiyuan lightly, and after a while he said, "Because of this movie, I'm in a bad mood recently."

"The whole person is not good, and I can't sleep well. I always have insomnia."

Displeasure and self-blame flashed in Yin Zhiyuan's eyes. He should have told Little Sweetheart to reject the script in the first place.There's nothing to do offline, it's impossible to stop filming according to Little Sweetheart's temper.

Kissing the top of the hair buried in his arms, "Gewen, in fact, we don't do it if we don't like it. Nothing is more important than your happiness."

Song Gewen's nose was sore, he tried hard to control the tears that were about to flow, and hugged Yin Zhiyuan back even harder.

"Today is a little bit different, in a good mood."

Song Gewen looked up at Yin Zhiyuan with bright eyes, "Because I saw me."

"It seems like everything around me is getting better."

Yin Zhiyuan planned in his heart to discuss with Liu Zaiguo to see the status of Song Gewen who was about to return to the crew.

The most important thing right now is to let the person in my arms sleep.

"Go to sleep." Yin Zhiyuan lay down and patted the pillow.

"? Why did you lie down?"

"Coax you to sleep." Yin Zhiyuan said while stroking Little Sweetheart's hair.

"I'm not a child." Song Gewen muttered in his mouth, but he still lay down and nestled in his familiar arms.

Suffering from insomnia for a long time, she felt that her eyelids were particularly heavy on this day, and she slept extra peacefully this night.

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