After wearing a book after the half-moon shadow, he was favored on the headlines

"I'm afraid of delaying everyone's progress." Mo Xiaoyu didn't want to be so hypocritical, since it was nothing serious.

What's more, everyone just changed their minds about her, and Mo Xiaoyu didn't want everyone to misunderstand her, relying on An Zhengye to play big.

"You just worry too much." The makeup artist pouted.

Mo Xiaoyu's long johns are dark in color, no blood can be seen, but judging from A's condition just now, the wound and long johns are probably stained together.

"What about your long johns?" The makeup artist was a little worried.

"Do you have scissors?" Mo Xiaoyu had an idea.

"Yes." The makeup artist immediately went to look for it.

She had just found the scissors, and before she could be happy, there was a knock on the door of the dressing room.

Mo Xiaoyu asked casually, "Who is that?"

"Me." A cold voice came from outside the door.

Mo Xiaoyu yelled inwardly, and quickly pulled the skirt over and covered her knees.

"Is it convenient to come in?"

"convenient."

Mo Xiaoyu winked at the makeup artist, who understood, put down the scissors and opened the door.

"Hello, Mr. An." The makeup artist greeted respectfully.

An Zhengye gave a cold "Yes" and went straight to the makeup artist.

Mo Xiaoyu was seen holding a cotton pad and removing her makeup.

An Zhengye walked over, stood behind Mo Xiaoyu, and looked at her through the mirror.

Mo Xiaoyu raised his eyes, just in time to look at him in the mirror.

The light and shadow shone on the two people, casting a layer of hazy light. This scene was like a movie scene.

Mo Xiaoyu was a little dazed, and asked in a daze, "Why are you here?" Don't you usually wait at the main entrance?

An Zhengye didn't answer but instead asked, "Why don't you welcome me?"

"Where is it?" Mo Xiaoyu smiled a little guilty.

An Zhengye felt that she was a bit strange, but he couldn't tell, so he asked with concern, "Did the filming go well today?"

"It went well." Mo Xiaoyu wiped his mouth with a makeup remover cotton and said in a vague voice.

The strange feeling became stronger, An Zhengye raised his delicate eyebrows.

Mo Xiaoyu took off his makeup pretending to be calm, looked at An Zhengye in the mirror and said, "Okay, I'm going to change clothes, you go out and wait for me."

"Why don't you look at me and talk?" An Zhengye asked calmly without moving.

"Didn't I just look at you?" Mo Xiaoyu's legs were hidden under the makeup table, and his heart ached when he heard An Zhengye's words.

Is he too sharp?
Mo Xiaoyu turned around pretending to be calm.

When moving his knees, his hands were still firmly pressed against the skirt.

"I'm watching you now." Mo Xiaoyu raised his face and looked at An Zhengye.

An Zhengye lowered his eyes and looked her up and down.

When his eyes swept over his knees, Mo Xiaoyu's legs were stiff, but fortunately he quickly looked away.

"I checked with you too, can this gentleman go out for a while, I have to change my clothes." Mo Xiaoyu started to chase people away.

"You change in the cubicle, I'll wait for you here." An Zhengye sat on the sofa and looked at Mo Xiaoyu leisurely.

Mo Xiaoyu ground her back molars, it would be too obvious for her to drive people away.

"It's up to you." She snorted softly, holding her skirt and slowly getting up.

The make-up artist wanted to help, but was afraid of revealing her secrets. She had to help her with both hands, and her posture was a bit awkward.

Mo Xiaoyu stood up without any trouble, but when he was walking forward, because he touched his pants when he took off his pants, the numb wound started to hurt again.

When he took the first step, he couldn't control his expression, and his brows were wrinkled together in pain.

An Zhengye immediately saw something was wrong, and strode over.

"What's wrong with you? Are you injured?"

"I knocked my knee, it's not a big deal." Seeing that he couldn't hide it anymore, Mo Xiaoyu had no choice but to say.

"Let me see." An Zhengye immediately went to lift her skirt.

"You don't need to look." Mo Xiaoyu hurriedly stopped him, but he didn't need to follow An Zhengye's actions.

He had thrown off his skirt and frowned at her knees.

The only thing Mo Xiaoyu was lucky about was that she was wearing dark long johns, so she couldn't see anything.

"I'm really fine. If you're worried, just buy me some Chinese medicine wine." Mo Xiaoyu fooled, she had to find a way to get An Zhengye away.

An Zhengye ignored her, looked at the makeup artist, and said coldly, "Say it."

The make-up artist trembled, and quickly told the truth: "It's like this, Mr. An, Miss Xiao Yu fell during filming and knocked her knee to the ground, bleeding from the fall."

Mo Xiaoyu had thousands of calculations, but the makeup artist was a coward.

He couldn't help holding his forehead, gritted his teeth and said, "Xiao Lin."

"When you came, I was preparing to cut long johns for Miss Yu. Look, these are scissors." The makeup artist had already explained everything honestly.

"Very good." An Zhengye lowered his eyes, looked at Mo Xiaoyu's knee, and said inexplicably.

Mo Xiaoyu and the make-up artist shivered and broke out in cold sweat.

Mo Xiaoyu was guilty, and the makeup artist was scared.

"I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first, Miss Xiaoyu, Mr. An, goodbye." The makeup artist ran away very disrespectfully.

Mo Xiaoyu cursed secretly, little coward.

"Why didn't you say it?" An Zhengye said expressionlessly, "You forgot what you promised me yesterday."

There was no emotion in the voice.

But that's what's scary, Mo Xiaoyu said in seconds, "I haven't forgotten, I'm just used to it."

Hearing this, An Zhengye sighed softly: "Blame me, I still haven't given you enough trust."

"No, that's not what I meant." Mo Xiaoyu tugged at An Zhengye's sleeve and explained, "I'm used to enduring pain, and I'm also used to not taking this small injury seriously."

"Why are you so stupid?" An Zhengye felt even more distressed, took Mo Xiaoyu's hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it pitifully.

"I'm not stupid, I'm strong, okay?" Mo Xiaoyu said dissatisfied.

"Okay, you're not stupid." An Zhengye said helplessly, his eyes were full of pity.

Mo Xiaoyu felt a little embarrassed by his gaze.

"Don't be angry, cut off the long johns for me, and put on some medicine." Mo Xiaoyu said uncomfortably.

An Zhengye frowned, somewhat dissatisfied with the way she handled it.

"Put on your clothes first, it's too simple here." An Zhengye said with disgust.

"Okay, then help me." Mo Xiaoyu stretched out her hand, her leg was numb right now.

An Zhengye directly picked her up horizontally, and Mo Xiaoyu went to the door of the cubicle, not letting him in no matter what.

Reluctantly putting her at the door, An Zhengye was afraid that she would touch the wound, so he warned, "You don't need to change your pants, the car is not far away."

"Okay." Mo Xiaoyu nodded perfunctorily, why didn't she find him nagging like this before.

Mo Xiaoyu changed clothes much faster without changing his pants.

Put on the down jacket, hold the outer pants, and move to the door.

As soon as the compartment door opened, An Zhengye picked him up.

Mo Xiaoyu got used to being carried around all day long.

He directly circled An Zhengye's neck and found a comfortable position.

But when he walked out of the dressing room, Mo Xiaoyu had a bad feeling.

"You're not going to carry me to the door, are you?"

An Zhengye gave a faint "hmm" and glanced at her: "You still want to walk like this?"

Although his tone was light, Mo Xiaoyu heard a hint of danger.

"Of course not, I have you." Mo Xiaoyu smiled flatteringly.

An Zhengye snorted softly and didn't bother with her.

Mo Xiaoyu curled her lips, beginning to wonder if her family status had declined.

At the beginning, she was a little uncomfortable, but the crew was small, and the film and television bases were all antique buildings. There were basically no street lights, only lanterns, and the road was very dark.

Mo Xiaoyu relaxed a little, but when she was about to reach the gate of the film and television base, she began to protest.

"There are not a few steps left, let me go by myself."

"No." An Zhengye refused very forcefully.

"Then you put on the mask." Mo Xiaoyu took out a black mask from his jacket pocket.

An Zhengye frowned, and was about to refuse when Mo Xiaoyu said, "I've used it before, don't dislike it."

"Okay." An Zhengye stopped and lowered his head in order to facilitate Mo Xiaoyu's movements.

An Zhengye's face was a bit small with the mask on, but it covered his striking handsome face anyway.

As for Mo Xiaoyu, it was much simpler, she buttoned the hood of the down jacket directly, and buried her little face in An Zhengye's arms.

"You can go." Patting his firm chest, Mo Xiaoyu said softly.

"Okay." An Zhengye hugged her funny and helpless.

Steadily walked to the door, opened the rear door of the Lamborghini, and gently put her on the back seat.

"Lie down." Because of his knee, Mo Xiaoyu was deprived of the right to sit in the co-pilot.

Fortunately, the back seat was more comfortable, and Mo Xiaoyu didn't object.

"Okay, you can drive now." Like a grandpa, she half-lyed and half-recumbent gave the big order.

An Zhengye gave her a doting look, fastened her seat belt before walking to the driver's seat.

Lamboniki slowly drove away from the film and television base and merged into the traffic flow.

After driving for a few minutes, Mo Xiaoyu looked out the window and realized that it was not the way home.

She asked curiously, "Where is this the way to?"

"Hospital." An Zhengye said flatly.

"I won't go to the hospital." Mo Xiaoyu protested, if she went to the hospital, wouldn't she be on the trending list again.

"Don't mess around." An Zhengye said displeased, with a blunt tone.

"I didn't mess around, it's just a small injury, I don't need to go to the hospital." Mo Xiaoyu had rejection written all over his body.

Thinking of Mo Xiaoyu eating soft and not hard, An Zhengye said in a relaxed tone: "In case you hurt your muscles and bones, I'd better go to the hospital and you can make me feel at ease."

"But I really don't want to go to the hospital." Mo Xiaoyu's tone softened.

An Zhengye sighed: "Okay."

Watching him change direction, Mo Xiaoyu felt relieved, and leaned halfway on the back seat to watch the scenery outside the window.

When they arrived at the villa, An Zhengye opened the door of the back seat, and Mo Xiaoyu stretched out his hand proactively.

The corners of An Zhengye's mouth slightly curled up and he leaned over to hug her.

It's probably a familiarity once, Mo Xiaoyu got used to being hugged, and even found a comfortable hug position.

"Wait here." An Zhengye carried her upstairs steadily and put her on the bed.

"Okay." Mo Xiaoyu obediently agreed.

In less than 10 minutes, An Zhengye came back and brought in a strange young man with a medical kit in his hand.

"Her left knee was bruised." An Zhengye said to the young man.

The young man nodded, observed Mo Xiaoyu's knees a few times, and asked a few questions.

"How did Madam get hurt? When? How did you deal with it afterwards?..."

"I stepped on it in the afternoon... I haven't dealt with it..."

Mo Xiaoyu was a little curious about his identity, but she still trusted the people An Zhengye brought back and answered them one by one.