Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

Turning around following the sound, Aning discovered that Lu Yanyu was standing quietly behind her, wearing the red robe from the play, with his slender white hands resting on the back of the chair where she was sitting.

She lowered her eyes and stared at the screen of her mobile phone. The long black eyelashes cast a haze under her eyes. Her peach eyes were twinkling. Her red lips were slightly parted and she said lazily: "Aren't you going to turn back to me?"

Aning was stunned. The face of the little fox in her mind coincided with the person in front of her. She blurted out in a daze: "Ayan?"

"Huh?" The man met her gaze, with a different emotion rolling out of his dark pupils, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, "What?"

Aning stared at him for a while, and the strange feeling that arose was forced to suppress. She shook her head and said: "No... I will go back to the customs."

With that said, she clicked on the Weibo homepage. Sure enough, there was an eye-catching red dot in the fans column. She clicked on it, and the words "Lu Yan" and "Lu Yan" among the newly added fans came into view.

His profile picture is blank and there is a red and gold V in the lower right corner. After clicking "Follow", the system will automatically jump to his Weibo homepage.

There are more than 80 million fans on the homepage, but there are only a few Weibo posts. However, a hand-drawn fox background picture caught Aning's attention.

Not because of the person who drew the fox, but because the fox in the picture looks exactly like the one at home.

Aning blinked quickly. Sometimes she really felt that Lu Yanyu's demeanor and way of speaking were exactly the same as the one at home.

Especially the way he looked down at her in his red robe today, she almost mistook him.

"Am I not as good-looking as I am on Weibo?"

Seeing that the girl's attention was focused on her mobile phone, Lu Yanyu frowned, his narrow eyes filled with a faint light, and his voice sounded a little aggrieved.

It's obvious that others are here.

Hearing this, Aning withdrew her eyes from the phone. She raised her face to look at him. Suddenly, she felt that Lu Yanyu had the illusion of being possessed by a little fox. She said without blushing, "Of course you are good-looking in person. I think you are beautiful in person." Beau just wants to get to know you better.”

The girl's eyes were sincere when she said this, as if she really wanted to understand him.

Lu Yan unnaturally looked away from her. His shiny and fair earlobes turned red visibly, and even the ends of his eyes were stained pink.

His dark and narrow eyes glanced at the girl's beautiful red lips. His throat rolled up and down as he swallowed, and he whispered: "If you want to know me, why do you reject my friend application?"

Aning: "..."

Why should you refuse? It's not because you act like "I want to unspoken rules for you" all day long.

When she saw the friend request, she subconsciously thought that he had evil intentions. After all, she had heard a little bit about the 23 things in the entertainment industry.

However, she would definitely not tell Lu Yanyu like this.

So she made a poor excuse: "I didn't mean to do it. I'm a weird person. I especially don't like others adding me. I have to add others."

"What about Qin Shi? Why did you only agree with him?" Lu Yan stared at her with his narrow eyes and his tone was a little heavy.

He put his hands on the table behind Aning and bent down slightly. The 1.88 meter tall man could easily restrain the person on the chair.

The strong male aura was approaching, An Ning's nervous heart was hanging, and his palms were sweating.

This... can she say that her hands are slippery?

This dressing room is public. If someone suddenly comes in at this time, the title of tomorrow's hot search headlines will be

*A supporting actor from a certain production team seduced Actor Lu in a public dressing room. Is this the bottom line of morality or the distortion of human nature?*

"Because, because, because the puppy at home accidentally pressed it!" Aning was now particularly afraid of someone coming in. He kept glancing at the door, and at the same time silently apologized to the little fox in his heart.

"You're lying, how can a puppy play with a mobile phone?" Lu Yan looked directly at her with his narrow and narrow eyes, stating the facts word by word, with a little grievance in his voice.

"My puppy just knows how to play with mobile phones." Aning said.

"Liar."

"I'm not lying!"

"You have."

"I don't!"

"You have it."

“I didn’t, I didn’t, I didn’t, I didn’t…”

"..."

The two of them were bickering like primary school students. Probably because she felt that her words were unconvincing, she closed her eyes and covered her ears with her hands.

Don't listen to the bastard chanting sutras.

After a while, Lu Zhiyan did not say anything as expected. Aning slowly opened his eyes. Before he could observe the man's expression, he was frightened by the rustling footsteps outside the door and stood up from the chair.

"Why is the dressing room door locked? Is there anyone inside? Do you have the key?"

"I have it. Let me look for it... I found it."

Hearing that they were about to open the door and come in, Aning took Lu Zhiyan's hand and walked to the dressing room without thinking. Just as she locked the door, the door on the other side happened to be opened.

Then there was a heated discussion in the dressing room.

"I'm really speechless. All the shots I took earlier were cut out."

"Who wouldn't be? The total number of shots I've put together is not as long as An Ning's time to shoot one scene!"

"Who told us to keep our feet on the ground? How can anyone be so lucky to be in front of a big director and get a good role directly?"

"It's just that she's not very good at dancing, and her acting skills are embarrassing."

"Keep your voice down, in case she hears you."

Aning, who was in the dressing room, heard all kinds of comments outside, and her eyes almost rolled to the sky. I was sorry that she had already heard them.

The space in the dressing room is very small, so it is inevitable that two people will be a little crowded.

Lu Yan and Ziran also heard the discussion outside. He lowered his eyes and looked at the soft and fragrant warm jade close to his heart. He pursed his lips slightly and his cheeks were a little red.

"Ning..." As soon as he opened his mouth to say a word, his mouth was immediately covered by a soft, white hand.

Aning glared at him and made a silent gesture to stop talking.

Lu Yanyu blinked, his dark eyes under the long and thick eyelashes were full of spring color, and the ends of his eyes were also dotted with crimson, and they were slightly raised to look particularly seductive.

He licked his lips unconsciously, and the warm and soft tip of his tongue touched his palm.

!!!

The wet feeling in the palm of her hand shocked Aning.

"You...um..." Her mouth was suddenly covered, and she was forced to look at him with her eyes wide open. Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated and she couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Did you hear anything just now?"

After hearing these words, Aning's heart tightened and she held her breath subconsciously. She listened quietly to the movement outside, her mood rising and falling like a roller coaster.

"No, let's go quickly, Director Zhang is urging us."

"I'll put on some lipstick, you guys wait for me."

After a while, it gradually became quiet outside the door. Aning's tense nerves slowly relaxed, she retracted her hand to cover the man's mouth, then slapped the hand covering her mouth away, and slowly leaned back in the chair with a final sigh. Take a breath.

The man within sight was staring at her brightly, and the next second he was getting closer. He raised his hand to his forehead to pretend to be unwell, and said angrily.

"Aning, you were covering me too tightly just now. I seem to be lacking oxygen. I need your shoulder to lean on."

The man's face was rosy and he spoke in a coherent tone. Wherever he looked like he was suffering from hypoxia, he was obviously faking it.

She mercilessly exposed his poor acting skills: "How can I rely on my shoulders when I'm hypoxic? Why don't I give you artificial respiration before I can catch your breath?"

The man nodded and continued to pretend to be hypoxic and weakly said: "If it's possible, it's not impossible for that person to be you."

Aning: "..." I want to eat shit.