What about the rival?

"Why aren't you allowed to kiss?" Jiang Siwan played with her hair.

The street lamps hidden in every corner to observe the situation, at this time, as agreed, they turned on one by one.

The whole world is a little brighter.

Deng Yimeng's pale face was flushed with a few lines of tears that hadn't dried yet.

Jiang Siwan, who had an advantage in height, raised her hand to wipe her face, "Answer me, fool."

"I'm not a fool!!" Deng Yimeng stomped her feet.

"Okay, okay. No." Jiang Siwan laughed, "It's a nickname."

"Also, you haven't helped me in the stage play, so you can't use me as a training partner like this." Deng Yimeng complained, "I solemnly advise you again, don't treat me like this." You bad woman!

Jiang Siwan looked down at her.His lips moved, and he felt a little pain from being bitten, but he didn't have time to say anything.Deng Yimeng broke free from her control, turned around and ran away as if dying.

There should be a keychain in her bag, and there was a sound of her footsteps going up the stairs, and the clanging of metal.

Jiang Siwan was downstairs, stopped to hear that she opened the door, people went in, and the door was also slammed, and then she helped her forehead dumbfounded.Biting his lower lip, he took out a hat folded in his jacket pocket and put it on, then turned and went to the school gate.

Deng Yimeng returned to the dormitory, took off her bag and other things she was wearing, threw them on the table, and crawled into bed to lie down.

This was another day when only Perak Beibei stayed in the dormitory.Seeing Deng Yimeng's abnormal appearance, she came over with a piece of seaweed in her mouth, leaned on the bed frame to play games, and slowly asked the person curled up in the bed, "What's the matter, Mengmeng, you look like a wilted eggplant when you come back, don't you?" Like you."

Deng Yimeng huddled under the quilt, and the voice came out softly: "I'm sleepy."

"Did someone bully you?" Li Beibei persuasively said, "Tell me something."

Deng Yimeng hesitated for a moment, poked her head out from under the quilt and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Li Beibei chuckled: "If you bully my sister, I can't beat you to death."

Deng Yimeng was silent for a little longer this time, and replied after a long while: "No one bullies me."

"Then go to sleep." Li Beibei rolled her eyes and continued to play her game.

Deng Yimeng rested for a while, rubbed his fingers back and forth on his lips for a while, his face was flushed, and then he turned over and sent a message to Xiaoai.

Xiao Keai didn't answer her, and a phone call came in: "You ask sister Wan what she hates most? What do you want to do?"

Deng Yimeng was a little embarrassed.Fortunately, she can still turn her mind, "Just, what if I cook a dish that she doesn't like. I'm here to avoid lightning."

Xiao Ai seemed to have pondered for a while, and answered for a while, "Sister Wan likes light ones. I know, she doesn't eat coriander and bitter gourd. Tomatoes only like to eat raw. For meat, it's just the regular taste. Compared with the fishy ones Taboo, especially mutton."

Deng Yimeng nodded: "Okay, I will write it down. Thank you Xiaoai."

"Meng, when will you teach me how to make soup?" Xiao Ai chased after her.

Deng Yimeng tilted her head and thought for a while, "Let me write you the recipe first, and I have some personal secrets, which I will also attach to you later."

"Okay, thank you very much."

After hanging up the phone, Deng Yimeng began to edit the recipes.Jiang Siwan's news got mixed in: "I'm home."

Deng Yimeng stared blankly at the message interface with his mobile phone.I typed several replies, from "Oh, sister Wan, have a good rest" to "Remember to eat dinner" to "Don't talk to me", every time I typed, within three seconds, I deleted them word by word.

With a final sigh, after sending out the recipe to Xiao Ai, he stuffed the phone under the pillow.

He threw back the covers and lay down, burying his face in the pillow.

Bad women are so bad.So bad so bad.

After a while, as she was figuring out the last plot in the script, the phone under the pillow vibrated violently. Deng Yimeng felt an ominous premonition, and took out the phone to have a look, as expected.

Holding it is like holding a hot potato. I want to throw it down but I am afraid that the screen will break. I am poor and short-sighted, so I finally pick it up, "What, what are you doing?"

"Deng Yimeng, the soup is cold." Jiang Siwan's voice could not be expressed as distressed.

The tone is the same as a child complaining to an adult.

It seems that the soup shouldn't be cold, and if it is cold, it is a heinous crime.

Deng Yimeng stiffened her throat: "If it's cold, it'll be cold."

"How can I drink it?" Da Wan seemed unable to take care of herself.

"Hot, heat it up." Deng Yimeng frowned, secretly disgusted.Da Wan looked at her ice-snow and smart face, who knew she was so stupid.Fortunately, the former assistant also praised her hidden culinary talent is actually very high.

There was a symphony of pots and pans over there, and then Dawan said, "Well, it's starting to get hot."

"Then I hang up."

"and many more."

"..." Deng Yimeng waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for the next sentence, only heard the sound of turning on and off the fire, "You, what else do you need? I'm very busy."

"Where's the salt?" Da Wan asked, "It's too weak."

Deng Yimeng was puzzled. Isn't the salt jar placed in the most conspicuous place? Thinking this way, she said angrily, "You can't see it? It's on the counter, the microwave oven Neighborhood is what it is."

Da Wan seemed to search for it for a while: "The blue can?"

Deng Yimeng nodded here: "Yes." After a pause, he said: "Add a little less."

Da Wan seemed to chuckle lightly.

Deng Yimeng's mind immediately exploded, and he stammered and reprimanded: "You, why are you laughing, you don't even know Yan, so you have the nerve to laugh..."

After speaking, his neck shrank into the quilt.

Wait for the person on the phone to lose their temper.

But Jiang Siwan didn't lose her temper, she just said softly on the other end of the phone, "Yeah, I'm too stupid, I have nothing but filming. If Mengmeng doesn't come to take care of me, I really don't know what to do."

Deng Yimeng poked out from under the quilt again, clutched her chest, her heart was pounding.

"Mengmeng?" Jiang Siwan called out as if confirming.

Deng Yimeng covered her chest here, "Then what do you want me to do?"

"If you're not here for dinner tomorrow, I won't eat it." Besides acting coquettishly, Da Wan actually cheated.

"Okay." Deng Yimeng sighed.Who told her that her assistant contract hadn't expired yet.It is her responsibility to take care of classmate Jiang Siwan, "I will make a good dinner tomorrow night. You drink soup first today, and take a good rest after drinking."

A gentle voice came from the other end of the phone: "Okay. Say good night to me."

Deng Yimeng frowned, took down the phone, stared at the screen twice, resigned to his fate for a while, put the phone to his ear, and said: "Good night."

"Good night, Deng Yimeng."

It seems that the previous things have been exposed again.

A lingering kiss.The touch seems to linger on the lips.

Deng Yimeng's small desk was next to the window, and she buried her head in writing for a while, then raised her head to stare at the night sky, her fingers were about to touch her mouth, and then her face flushed like a conditioned reflex.

If it's a kiss of this level, it's okay to practice it as a sparring partner, and the kiss is quite delicious.Classmate Dawan's lips are also sweet.

But... Her eyes darkened, and she drove out all the messy pictures and thoughts in her mind.

Turn on the loud heavy metal rock, plug in the earphones, and type frantically on the keyboard.Until Thunderbolt Beibei rushed over with an angry face, took off her earphones, and ordered her to turn down the volume a little, "What's the difference between you and the speaker?"

The next morning, she woke up before five o'clock.The book has been written.I contacted Xiao Che last night and agreed on a place to show him the notebook.

In the photocopying shop early in the morning, the boss feasted on hot dry noodles, and made three copies for her during breakfast.

Deng Yimeng stood aside and watched, thinking silently, whether Dawan had breakfast or not, what did she eat.

Xiao Che was shooting a commercial with the theme of "Oxygen Boy" in a studio.

Before the official shooting, he sat in the room next to the studio to do modeling.

While the hairdresser was combing his hair, he flipped through the notebook Deng Yimeng gave him, read it for a while, and laughed for a while.After finishing the hairstyle, he also finished reading his notebook.

"Mengmeng, have you had breakfast yet?" Xiao Che raised his head and winked with her right eye.

Deng Yimeng shook her head, and tightened the strap of her satchel, "Come to Da Wan's house when you have time, I'll watch you play against each other."

Xiao Che made a gesture with the little assistant beside him, and the child immediately made an expression that he understood immediately, turned around and went out.

"No need." Xiao Che smiled, "I have partnered with her in two dramas before, and the tacit understanding is still there, so there is no need to deliberately. I will make a video call with her."

If it wasn't for the boldness of Yigao, then Deng Yimeng pursed her lips and said after a long while: "Look at you smiling so unsteadily just now. Is it poorly written?"

Xiao Che shook his head, "No. It's pretty good. It's about being humorous. Neither Jiang Siwan nor I have tried the funny route, and if we occasionally come to a stage play, it might open the door to a new world." Pause, " Although Da Wan and I have a personal relationship with you, if it was a messy drama, we wouldn’t have picked up someone from the underworld. Think about it, isn’t that the case.”

While chatting, his little assistant came in with a bunch of breakfast, put it in front of the mirror of the dressing table, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and praised: "I bought it back, fortunately, it is a shame."

Xiao Che looked at the various breakfasts in front of the mirror, and pouted with Deng Yimeng, "Mengmeng, I want breakfast. Choose what you like."

Deng Yimeng picked one or two items, stuffed them in his satchel, said goodbye, and turned to leave.

Xiao Che laughed angrily: "What's the rush? You're in such a hurry, you don't even have time to have breakfast with me?"

Deng Yimeng had already left, "I'm rushing to Sister Wan's studio."

Xiao Che looked at her receding back and shook his head, "I can't keep it anymore."

The little assistant poked his head over and asked with a smile: "What am I talking about? What can't be kept?"

"Don't inquire!" He raised his hand and shuddered on the little assistant's forehead.

The shooting scene of "The Chronicle of Qingyun".

Today, Jiang Siwan and Chi Sheng officially entered the second dungeon, and they had to deal with the major sects of cultivating immortals who came to provoke Qingyun.The mob assembled by these sects can be said to have sinister intentions.At this time, Qing Yun, the head of the sect is in self-retirement, and the oldest masters in the sect have also wandered away.There is still a large wave of disciples on missions, and the courtyard is empty at this moment, only Huangfu Huixin and Yu Changqing can hold the scene for a while.

This paragraph is really a Shuangwen routine.

It is necessary for the hero and heroine to win by surprise in the seemingly impossible situation and protect Qingyun.Humiliate those little people.Commonly known as crushing with talent and IQ.

Deng Yimeng stood watching from the side, and said hello to Xiao Keai, the two looked at each other and smiled, saying hello.

Seeing her coming from a distance, Jiang Siwan cast a subtle look in her direction.It is also a good question.

Deng Yimeng was very embarrassed.His face was red and his ears were hot, and he turned his face away to pretend not to see it.He took out the book from his satchel, read it sentence by sentence silently, and made sure that there were no low-end mistakes in the lines, then put it in the bag and waited for Sister Wan to get off work.

The directors of the art festival have always been the directors of the future, and all kinds of performance art short films emerge in endlessly. Judging from their virtues in previous art festivals, they are often borderline themes that make everyone blush and heartbeat.Children majoring in drama and literature have always been supporting roles.If Da Wan and Xiao Che could have a lively live performance this time, it would definitely cause a sensation!

After all, the fan base of these two people is huge in school.

At that time, she will definitely come out of Professor Hu's blacklist.

Deng Yimeng greeted Dawan from the show, handed over hot water with a slightly higher temperature than usual, and reported that the first draft of the book had been coded, and after Jiang Siwan had a look, she would revise it if there was anything to be changed.

After Da Wan finished drinking the water, she lowered her eyebrows to receive it, and turned over slightly.At the end, he hooked his lips into a smile.

Compared with the outline, the original kisses where the male and female protagonists collide with each other due to nonsensical accidents were cut off by the screenwriter.

The most intimate scene between the two is that at the end of the script, they embrace each other: "Asshole. I like you."

It was night, after the play, Deng Yimeng did not break her promise, did not go back to the dormitory, but went back to her small villa with Da Wan, after Sister Wan went to take a bath, she conscientiously went out to the supermarket to buy ingredients.

Wait until Jiang Siwan comes out of the bath.Facing the "rich" dinner on the table, there was a moment of aphasia.

"Dangdangdangdang!" Deng Yimeng raised her hand as an introduction, "Sister Wan, my dinner is ready."

Jiang Siwan sat down, silently glanced at the seafood porridge and seasonal vegetable salad in front of her; then glanced at the noodles that Deng Yimeng made for herself on the opposite side - the noodles were only half a bowl full of coriander.

A pile of shiny green, almost green on top of the snow.

Deng Yimeng cheerfully took a seat opposite Jiang Siwan, clasped his hands together, "Let's go, Sister Wan."

Jiang Siwan folded her arms and remained calm.

Deng Yimeng does not reject coriander.But eating so much at one time can't help but have the urge to want to die.However, in order to prevent the world from being destroyed and maintain world peace, she had to go all out.

She wished she was a coriander.

Eat half.Dawan's faint voice was next to his ear: "You asked Xiao yesterday, what do I hate to eat?"

Deng Yimeng bit her mouth full of forgiveness, and sat there with a dull face.

"Why didn't you come and ask me directly?" Jiang Siwan added a knife.

Deng Yimeng swallowed the turbulent green plants, took two sips of water to suppress it, and smiled awkwardly: "I, I don't mean anything else, I just want to know more about you, Miss Wan."

Jiang Siwan nodded: "If I'm not wrong, you will be drinking mutton soup tomorrow."

Deng Yimeng's face crossed.Sister Wan predicted things like a god, but at this point, after much deliberation, she could only point the finger at Xiao Keai, who was not there, and stomped her feet, a little bit exasperated: "Damn Xiaoai, he actually betrayed me, what a shame! Not honorable enough."

Jiang Siwan shook her head, lightly: "I was there at that time."

Deng Yimeng was really scared, and flinched, "Sister Wan."

"You really don't like kissing me that much?" Jiang Siwan was tired all day, and at this moment she had more energy than she wanted to create an atmosphere, so she simply treated it as an academic issue.

Deng Yimeng blushed and couldn't answer.She likes it.The most important thing is to like it.So you can't sink.If you sink down, something big will happen.

"Is it because of poor kissing skills?" Jiang Siwan fiddled with the shrimp in the bowl with a spoon.

Deng Yimeng's face turned even redder, "Sister Wan, please, please stop talking."

Kissing is good, very good.No sparring is needed at all.Please.

Jiang Siwan waved to her, motioning for her to bring the notebook at hand.

Deng Yimeng hurriedly handed it over.

Da Wan looked down at her notebook for a while, took her mobile phone, and made a call.

Xiao Che's voice: "Oh, Da Wan, it's so rare, have you eaten yet?"

Deng Yimeng was holding the bowl, sitting aside with a dull face.

"I'm eating with Deng Yimeng." Jiang Siwan tapped her fingertips on the table lightly, "When are you free, let me check the script with you."

Xiao Che obviously hesitated for a moment: "No way. Let's play house games with Mengmeng, but you are willing to spend your golden time right now?"

Da Wan frowned: "What play house? The story is very good. Come over later, and Mengmeng and I will treat you to supper."

Xiao Che wailed: "Is this really necessary?"

Jiang Siwan nodded, and glanced at Deng Yimeng who had shrunk herself into a small ball: "Yes. It's very important."