Be the Golden Finger for the Actress’ Rival

I'm afraid you get lost.

Song Jianzhi was hit in the heart by just a few sentences. Mingxu clearly didn't even show a smile, but the words in his mouth were sweeter than love words.

She was sour and soft in her heart, gurgling, with thin sweet soda bubbles, making a shy shattering sound in the night.

Ming Xu was still waiting on the spot, and was very patient with himself even when he was angry.

Song Jianzhi looked at her with good eyes and walked straight over.

Shadow followed her footsteps, gradually approaching another quiet figure.

In the place that was two steps away from Mingxu, Song Jianzhi refused to go any further and looked at Mingxu with a smirk, like a small animal that accidentally picked up a treasure, secretly delighted And happiness.

Ming Xu took one look and then withdrew his gaze, tilted his head and motioned to her: "Go to the front."

Song Jianzhi made persistent efforts, carefully grabbed the hem of her shirt, Ming Xu stepped back, and warned softly, "Don't act like a spoiled child."

Song Jianzhi pouted and gave up.

"Okay."

She lowered her head slightly and passed Mingxu.

Ming Xu lowered his eyes and saw Song Jianzhi's shadow drifting past him, like a black cloud, coming to the world with the stars and moon.

The black cloud fell behind him, Song Jianzhi's hair brushed his arms, Mingxu was about to turn around when a warm and soft body was suddenly placed behind him. Arms circled.

Like two light feathers glued together by the wet rain, they are tightly attached and inseparable.

The shadows on the ground are mixed together, you have me, quiet and intimate.

Mingxu's throat tightened and she asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

"Hold you." Song Jianzhi said confidently.

"Don't move, just let me hug." She went on to be pampered and arrogant, making excessive demands.

Song Jianzhi put her slender and straight hand on Mingxu's waist. Mingxu was about to reach out and take her hand away, but his fingertips touched the back of her hand, but he was called stop".

Song Jianzhi's head rested on Mingxu's shoulders, fluffy hair rubbed against Mingxu's neck, itchy, warm breath sprayed on the sensitive skin.

Ming Xu raised his head slightly and rolled his throat.

Song Jianzhi rubbed Mingxu's ear with her side face, like a cat that likes to rub her master's coquettish coquettishly.

"Sister Mingxu, sister Mingxu."

She cried, meow, meow.

"Say it, don't act like a spoiled child."

Song Jianzhi blinked again where Mingxu couldn't see her, her expression innocent.

His fingers jumped restlessly on his elastic waist, like naughty little stars.

"I didn't act like a spoiled child." Song Jianzhi refused to admit it, lowered her voice a little, and whispered in Mingxu's ear, making Mingxu's earlobe red, "I just want to hug hug you."

Song Jianzhi whispered slyly, "Just let me hold you for a while, just for a while."

What words can't solve, a hug is enough.

At this time, Song Jianzhi hugged from behind, and this sentence quietly emerged in Mingxu's mind.

I didn't even see that dazzling and delicate face, but greedily absorbed the warmth from the other side.

All displeasure, confusion, and unease are comforted.

In the middle of the night, the grass and insects whispered and rustled, like a serenade carefully composed by a small creature for the lovers.

In the endless insects, Mingxu was silent for a long time, his eyes fell on Song Jianzhi's fingertips resting on his waist.

"Will you leave me?"

Song Jianzhi certainly didn't think that Mingxu was asking her if she would leave tomorrow, she reflexively pressed it tighter and gave a clear and affirmative reply:

"No."

Ming Xu also said simply and neatly: "It doesn't matter."

"Huh?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me." Ming Xu seemed to sigh softly, raised his hand to wrap Song Jianzhi's, and then intertwined his fingers.

"I don't know."

You won't leave.

After Ming Xu finished speaking, he didn't get a response for a long time.

She was wondering when a liquid suddenly dripped on her neck.

Ming Xu almost immediately realized what it was, her eyes were slightly opened, and she was about to turn around in an instant.

"Don't move." Song Jianzhi's arms were like two flexible vines, "Hold me."

Song Jianzhi's voice was muffled, and she easily shattered all the previous things. Mingxu didn't care about those things, he just wanted to see her.

Ming Xu tried to be patient: "You hug me from behind, I can't hug you."

"Let me turn around, please?"

"Why are you crying?" Mingxu sighed.

Song Jianzhi didn't speak, her head was still resting on Mingxu's shoulders, she suddenly remembered that they were snuggling together like this when she took a makeup photo with Mingxu.

It's been so long. There are so many memories.

The previously turbulent emotions gradually subsided in Mingxu's arms. The hearts of the two were very close, and they could convey their feelings to each other without talking loudly or explaining with great effort.

The moon does not speak, the stars do not speak, the street lights do not speak, and the shadow does not speak.

Only the worm and the grass speak, and the heart speaks to the heart.

"I cry because I like you."

"Good night."

—Before going to bed, Song Jianzhi, who was lying in bed, sent a message to Mingxu and said so.

The next morning, Song Jianzhi got up and packed her luggage, and Mingxu also came over, sitting on the bedside and watching.

She was sitting there holding a tea cup, she couldn't relax, just like the old man in the street teahouse, Song Jianzhi was busy in and out, and whispered: "I don't know how to help. "

"Huh?" Mingxu put down the cup, stood up slowly, paced to the closet, picked up a small goose-yellow bag, opened it, glanced at it, and said:

"I'm here to help."

Song saw Zhizhi sorting out the things in the suitcase on the ground, she raised her head in doubt when she heard the words, she casually said what Mingxu could help.

Then she saw that Mingxu looked at the inside of the yellow bag with great interest, and even tutted: "There are so many I haven't seen—"

Song Jianzhi: ? !

"You put it down!"

Ming Xu's expression was innocent: "Don't you want me to help?"

Song Jianzhi tried her best to be expressionless, but her blushing cheeks really had a sense of existence. She said angrily, "You are helping my sister by sitting still."

"Alright then." Mingxu smiled and said regretfully, and handed the bag to Song Jianzhi.

Song Jianzhi immediately stretched out her hand to take it, glared at her, then put the things in the suitcase and covered them with two small skirts.

Mingxu propped her head up and watched Song Xiaozhi busy, which gave her an illusion for a while, as if they were about to go on a trip, Song Xiaozhi worked tirelessly to pack her luggage, and the car was waiting below Yes, the morning light is just right outside.

Unfortunately not.

The time before separation is precious.

Although she couldn't disturb Song Jianzhi who was busy, Mingxu felt that it would be good if he could take the opportunity to say a few more words.

For example:

"Actually, you don't have to be shy, you are all beautiful, I like the black one the most, you have fair skin, you must be very—"

Song Jianzhi packed up her makeup, her long hair covered her red earlobes, her eyes sparkled, interrupting Mingxu's rant:

"I'll leave after a while. Sister Mingxu should restrain her imagination."

Song Jianzhi made a point, "Otherwise, if you stay alone, you will be in a panic."

Ming Xu narrowed his eyes and said quietly: "It's like you have satisfied my imagination."

Song Jianzhi:…

Not really.

What unrealistic things are sister Mingxu thinking about?

Aside from their hazy relationship, it depends on the environment, is it possible to do this?

To be locked.

Contemporary Jinjiang literary heroine Song Jianzhi said confidently: "So sister Mingxu, don't even think about it."

Song Jianzhi has an ear, eh? Did you say herbal tea?

She put her cosmetic bag in the box and walked over to get the teacup.

Ming Xu did not hand it to her, but handed the teacup to Song Jianzhi's lips, trying to feed it himself.

Sir Song Jianzhi had a lot of it, so she didn't bother with her, so she obediently went over and took two bites.

The tea taste is slightly bitter, but very refreshing. The warm tea is very moisturizing.

"It's okay, you can drink more in the future, it's just right for you." Song Jianzhi giggled.

Ming Xu didn't say a word, put the teacup on the bedside table, raised Song Jianzhi's chin with his fingers, and leaned forward.

The soft feathers fell like a dream catcher, touching the plump petals.

On the big whale pillow beside her, their fingers intertwined.

When Song Jianyin came, everyone didn't know, but when he left, he would definitely give it away.

Song Jian appeared in the lobby on the first floor to check out because he was neatly dressed, and the important crew headed by Bei Hai accompanied him to speak on the first floor.

Other people are sitting here for Song Jianyin's identity, only Zhao Xiduo is really for Song Jianyin, she sits opposite Song Jianyin, and treats their sisters so early Sad to leave:

"Actually, I have to leave the day after tomorrow. It would be nice if you stayed for two more days."

Song Jianyin politely said: "Miss Zhao likes to be friends with Jianzhi, and you can come to S City to find her in the future."

Zhao Xiduo snorted and said bluntly: "I like - I mean, I like to be friends with you, can I go to you directly?"

Daughter Zhao spoke amazingly, and everyone could hear it clearly. Bei Hai, who was sitting close, choked his throat with a sip of tea and coughed for a long time.

This child speaks so recklessly to President Song?

Song Jianyin signaled that Xiao Xu immediately handed Bei Hai two pieces of paper.

She said, "I'm usually in the company."

Zhao Xiduo's eyes lit up, and she almost asked for Song's address.

"But I only talk about official business in the company." Song Jianyin added the second half of the sentence lightly.

The words are clear and conspicuous, please do not disturb your personal affairs.

Zhao Xiduo's open mouth closed, she thought for a while, what more to say, but saw Song Jianyin look past her and look towards the elevator.

It was Song Jianzhi and the others who came down.

Song Jianzhi was dragging her suitcase, next to two figures, one was Li Man with empty hands, the other—

Everyone watched the walking whale for a long time with a big pillow, and finally managed to piece together the answer from the exposed half of the beautiful face and common sense:

"Mingxu??"

"Well, Bei Dao Zao."

Ming Xu was holding the big whale, his face was as usual, and he was not panic at all.

I even took the initiative to say hello to Song Jianyin: "Mr. Song is early, I'm here to see Zhizhi."

Song Jianyin looked at her and couldn't hide the smile on Song Jianzhi's lips. She stuck her tongue out and said, "It's too late, Mingxu will help me get the things."

Everyone's eyes can't help but look at Li Man next to him, Li Man looks up at the sky, this is probably the love between young lovers. What can she do?

The assistant's hands were empty, Mingxu worked hard without complaint, Song San smiled happily.

Everyone: We dare not say, we dare not ask.

Ming Xu held the big whale in his arms and calmly said: "Let's go, it's getting late."

Song Jianzhi glanced at her, hmph, now I know it's getting late, why didn't I know just now.

Holding the big whale is a serious punishment for Mingxu's delay!

Song Jianyin's off-road parked right in front of the hotel, the trunk is full of suitcases, the big whale is wrapped in a transparent dry cleaning bag, with innocent eyes wide open, there is nowhere to put it.

Song Jianyin was already sitting in the back seat, Song Jianzhi looked at the whale, at the back seat of the front seat, and at the senior elder sister who was dressed in formal clothes.

She coughed twice: "Sister, this fish... can you put it in the back seat?"

Song Jianyin just hung up an emergency call when she heard the sound and looked over:…

In the end, Song Jianyin and Song Jianzhi sat side by side in the car, the big whale pillow lay on the beauty's lap, the big head was on Song Jianyin's lap, and the long tail was rolled on Song Jianzhi's leg , it can be said that the fish has no regrets.

The door closed and the car window opened. Song Jianzhi leaned over to the car window, looked up at Ming Xu, and said, "Work hard."

After a pause, she added in a low voice, "Remember to miss me."

Ming Xu looked at the water red lip glaze she had just applied before going out, brushed the broken hair that was trying to stain the lip glaze for her, and said warmly, "Yes."

The car drove away, Mingxu watched the cross-country go away, and when he looked back, he found Zhao Xiduo standing opposite him, holding a mobile phone and smiling happily.

Ming Xu looked at her position, just before Song Jianyin's car window.

"Did you just talk to President Song?"

Zhao Xiduo raised her head and said mysteriously: "No, I'm taking advantage of Yinyin and Director Bei - hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Ming Xu walked over and looked for himself, only to find that Song Jianyin's photo was on the screen of Zhao Xiduo's mobile phone.

Accurately speaking, it is a picture of a cute and silly whale head lying on the suit skirt of President Iceberg.

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Ming Xu looked at Zhao Xiduo like a fool, didn't know what to say for a long time, and finally could only say: "Be careful, if Mr. Song finds out..."

Zhao Xiduo hugged the phone tightly, her eyes were bright, and her tone was excited: "What will she do to me?"

"I still have a little expectation what's going on." Zhao Xiduo said to herself.

Ming Xu turned around and left.

The crew was going to start filming, but she promised Song Jianzhi that she would work hard.

She is very busy.

You have to work hard to be with Song Xiaozhi.

In summer, the morning light is just right.