Who is not Bai Yueguang?

Bi He, who was wrapped in a down jacket, sneezed.

Qiuqiu hastily stuffed him with the hot water cup: "I told you not to come up, if you don't listen to Brother Qiao, you will be at a disadvantage."

"I'm bored being alone." Bi He took out a tissue and wiped his nose, "I'm not that delicate."

Not only is the temperature low in the mountains of City Q, but the wind is also strong, and the wigs of the actors in front of the camera are blown off. Bihe, an idler, can still squat in the shed with Qiuqiu to keep warm.

He has been accompanying Xue Qiao on the set today, and he doesn't want to go out to play by himself. He simply followed Xue Qiao up the mountain to join in the fun when Xue Qiao was filming. Xue Qiao and Qiuqiu kept talking, saying that Bi He was still a temporary assistant sent by the company.

Xue Qiao's filming went smoothly that day, and many scenes were over in just one shot. Seeing him about to start a scene, Qiuqiu immediately rushed over to put a big padded jacket on him skillfully.Bi He also followed behind with a warm handbag and a hot water cup.

The male god was still a male god wearing a large military padded jacket, and he was in a good mood and pinched Bi He's face casually.

"Drink water quickly." Bi He urged him, and sneezed again.

Xue Qiao frowned, and gently pushed him to go to the leeward side: "Don't stand here."

He didn't take the water glass either, but stuffed it back into Bi He's hand.

Bi He sniffed: "Have you finished filming yet?"

"There's another show at four o'clock." Xue Qiao took the warmer bag and covered his frozen hands, "Is it cold? Go back first?"

"Waiting for you." Bi He looked down at the time, and it was four o'clock in 10 minutes.

Xue Qiao took his hand, held it in his hand and put it on the handwarmer together, Bi He shivered, and looked around subconsciously.

"It's okay." Xue Qiao rubbed his fingers for him, and said with a smile, "I'm not so sensitive."

Bi He looked back, and sure enough, the staff were busy with their own work, and they didn't have the time to look this way at all, but Qiuqiu had already turned around and pointed the back of his head to this side.

He asked Xue Qiao in a low voice: "Are you a fake front-line guy? Not at all."

"It's just work, ostentation is not necessary." Xue Qiao patted his forehead, "Drink the hot water, don't catch a cold."

Bi He gulped down a few sips of water, Xue Qiao sat beside him and warmed up his lines, and was invited by the scene reporter after a while.

This scene seemed to be more important. Qiuqiu took a mobile phone and took pictures of the monitor near the director. She had to record Xue Qiao's performance in this part, and waited for Xue Qiao to see what needs to be improved.Bi He held the hot water and watched the excitement next to her for a while, and then felt that he, an unrelated person, was in the way, so he put down the hot water and ran to the bathroom.

There are public toilets on the mountain, which are small and broken, and the design of the door is still very unscientific. As soon as Bi He opened the door, there was a muffled groan from inside.

Bi He was taken aback, and hurried in to apologize: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, are you okay?"

The structure of this bathroom is quite strange. The door opens inward, but the sink is not far behind the door. Bi He probably hit someone when he pushed the door just now. Fortunately, he didn't use much force.

But the person who was hit covered his eyes and didn't raise his head for a long time.

"You, you, you, how are you?" Bi He panicked. Although he is a gangster who fights in groups every day, he still has a sense of public morality and responsibility to normal people. "Where did I hit you? Where does it hurt? "

The man took a deep breath before raising his head. Although he was still covering one eye, he calmly waved to Bi He: "Thank you, I'm fine."

Only then did Bi He see his face, and he was stunned at the moment—this man was about the same height and figure as him, and he was wearing a costume. Bi He had only seen him more than ten minutes ago—he was also filming on the mountain today Qiao Mingxi.

"I'm sorry." Bi He apologized again and again, "Are you all right? Your eyes..."

"It's okay, it's just that the colored contact lenses fell out." Qiao Mingxi put down his hands calmly. His face was still painted with costumes, and his whole body was like an ice sculpture. Only one eye was deep blue, while the other was Natural sunspots, the key eye sockets are still red, which destroys the beauty.

Bi He was taken aback: "It's alright with the colored contact lenses coming out?!"

"Ah... no." Qiao Mingxi quickly explained, "I was just taking off my colored contact lenses."

Seeing Bi He staring at himself blankly, he smiled and scratched his cheeks with his fingers, looking a little shy: "The eyes are not comfortable after wearing it for too long, I want to take it off and take a rest."

At first I thought it was a small matter, so I was embarrassed to bother the makeup and hair stylist, but I didn't expect that my hand would shake when I was taking half of it, and the color contact lenses slipped out of the eye sockets and I don't know where they fell.

Thinking about it, he glanced at the sink, and there was no shadow of the little contact lenses.

Bi He also saw his movements, and said in embarrassment: "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Qiao Mingxi said, "There are many more."

"Then are your eyes okay?" Bi He looked into his red eyes and asked.

A look of annoyance appeared on Qiao Mingxi's face: "I don't think so, it's just that I'm going to trouble the makeup and hair stylist in a while."

"I, I, I, I, I will help you explain." Bi He said, "It is my responsibility."

"No, I said it's okay, you don't have to take it to heart." Qiao Mingxi smiled when he said this, the smile was actually very weak, but it was comforting, "I'm going back, don't worry about it."

He said but didn't move, and looked at Bi He quietly with his eyes, as if waiting for him to speak.

Bi He reacted: "Ah, yes, yes."

Qiao Mingxi nodded to him, turned around and opened the door and left.

Bi He waited for the door to close and stood still. It took a long time to react, rubbed his hair, and slapped himself a label——

Bi? Daredevil? Wo.

When he returned to the crew, Xue Qiao on the other side of the camera was dropping Wia.

In order to restore Li Hengshuo's thin and slender figure, Xue Qiao didn't add any clothes to the costume. At the moment, I don't know if it's for the convenience of hanging Wia or the script requirements. There is nothing wrong with Shen Junlang, but he is also very cold.

Bi He hugged his arms and shivered, ran back to the shed to ask the staff to get the electric kettle, and squatted beside the power strip to boil water.

Diao Weiya's shooting is several times more difficult than usual. Even if Xue Qiao is well-developed in sports and has a handsome posture, there is always a reason to do it all over again. Bi He hugged the filming over and over again. Hot water cups and warm handbags are stretched out on the side and so on.

Squatting next to him were other assistants who were also waiting for their own actors to play. All of them were wrapped in thick coats and hunched their necks, looking like nanny.

Bi He looked at them, and felt that he must be exactly like them now, and he was no longer the little white dragon of Tongzilou.

But he didn't care at all, and even wanted to have fun.

Lonely handsome and happy ugly, of course choose the latter!

Besides, he wasn't Xue Qiao's nanny, but old lady Qiuqiu was.

Bi He laughed in his heart.

Some things are preordained.

Judging from the fact that Xue Qiao had nothing to do that night, but Bi He caught a cold instead, it is self-evident where the two people with huge physical differences will be in some indescribable things in the future.

But these are all things to say, at this moment Bi He is sitting on the bed wrapped in a quilt - like a dumpling with white skin and yellow stuffing - watching Xue Qiao walking back and forth in front of him quietly.

"Why don't you have anything?" He was very dissatisfied.

It was Xue Qiao who had spent a lot of physical and energy working for a day, but he was the one who fell ill?

Bi He was very frustrated, and changed the label of Bi? Weak Chicken? He.

"You have just been discharged from the hospital, and there is a big difference between here and the north." Xue Qiao carefully adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner, poured two water cups back and forth to lower the hot water to an appropriate temperature, poured out the cold medicine and squatted in front of Bi He Next, "Take medicine."

"I suddenly remembered that you have an emoji package." Bi He swallowed the medicine with his head up and said, "It's the one that takes the medicine, it's so funny."

The Xue Qiao he was talking about also knew that it was a picture taken by a fan in "Old Friends Apartment". In fact, his expression was quite normal, but his eyes seemed to care for the mentally handicapped, so he was posted as "be good, take medicine" Text.

Xue Qiao couldn't help being happy when he thought of this: "I don't even know when that look happened, I always thought I was quite—well, a 'warm man'."

"The warm man is so boring. Didn't you see that your fans are clamoring for you to play the villain?" Bi He used his computer to confuse Xue Qiao's Weibo and related forums during this period of time, happily occupying super topics and The popular post seems to be a brain-dead fan, "Every day I shout under your Weibo—'Husband hit me in front of me'!"

He imitated the little girl's voice and shouted vividly, with extremely rich facial expressions.

After shouting, Xue Qiao was staring at him with a smile on his face.

"Front—what are you?" Xue Qiao said slowly, dragging his voice.

Bi He was taken aback, and slapped him on the face: "Guess!"

After shooting, I hugged the quilt and crawled to the other side of the bed.

Xue Qiao happily grabbed his ankle, dragged him back and hugged him in his arms: "Okay, stop making trouble, and have a good rest."

"You are poisonous." Bi He stretched out a hand to protest, his face covered in the quilt, "What kind of warm man is all an illusion."

"Then you can't return the goods." Xue Qiao smiled and saved his face, and pressed him into the pillow to lie down.

"Can't sleep." Bi He blinked and said, "I want the male god to serve you."

Xue Qiao flatly refused, his voice full of teasing: "It's a good idea."

Bi He saw that he really stood up: "Really refuse? Where are you going?"

"Taking a bath." Xue Qiao raised his eyebrows with a smile, "The male god is the first step in service."

Bi He raised his hand and covered his face with the quilt.

Xue Qiao laughed happily, and after a while Bi He heard the sound of water rushing from the bathroom.

Bi He huddled under the quilt and touched his hot face.

It's really not the right time for this cold to come.

he thought regretfully.

Bi? Mindless? Wo, I didn't feel that there was anything wrong with my mentality at the moment.

Heifahe wanted to hit someone when he heard this.