I swept the entertainment circle with the medicine pot

"How could it be?" Xuan Mingcheng stretched out his hand to pat his muscular chest, raised his eyebrows at Yao Wangyou: "You just said two days ago that I'm as strong as a calf."

Yao Wangyou let out a soft oh, thought for a while and replied: "Bananas are sweet in taste and cold in nature. They are mainly associated with fever, thirst, dryness and cough. If anyone is not suitable for eating, the spleen and stomach constitution is weak and cold, and there is still food on an empty stomach." People with arthritis should try their best to pay attention. What's the matter, do you feel uncomfortable after eating?"

After thinking about it, Yao Wangyou thought it was impossible, Xuan Mingcheng's pulse was strong and his blood flowed smoothly, and he was stronger than a cow, so how could he be weak and cold?

If Xuan Mingcheng knew what Yao Wangyou was thinking, he would probably be overwhelmed with anger.

"No, it's my...colleague." Xuan Mingcheng explained casually, and then said, "Can you cure stomach cold with the medicine jar? Just make medicinal food or something, and don't take medicine."

Yao Wangyou thought for a while, and said: "People with cold stomach have stringy and slippery pulse, people with cold stomach will have fullness due to poor Qi collection, don't think about eating, will vomit when they are cold, and it won't melt after eating for a long time..."

"Wait, wait..." Xuan Mingcheng interrupted Yao Wangyou who had dropped his book bag, and said, "Can you do me a favor?"

"Cure your colleague's stomach cold?" Yao Wangyou smiled, nodded and said, "Yes, for the sake of giving me this." He said, shaking the sandalwood bracelet in his hand.

Seeing him smiling at himself, Xuan Mingcheng couldn't help but also laughed, but then remembered something, and said: "But my colleague has a bad personality and picks his tongue, and he's going to be filming in the crew this time." For a play of about two months, you may have to stay in the crew for a while."

After Xuan Mingcheng finished speaking, he watched Yao Wangyou's reaction nervously, and saw him staring at him, feeling a little guilty: Isn't it kind of me to be so kind? It's too condescending to let this medicine jar serve as Luo Ziyu's cook up...

"You mean... I can go out?" Yao Wangyou blinked and said.

Xuan Mingcheng was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, and gave a silly "hmm", then felt that something was wrong, raised his head to look at the bright ceiling, frowned and said, "When will I not let you go out?"

Yao Wangyou pursed her lips, and stared at him slantingly: You have the nerve to say so.

Xuan Mingcheng met the eyes of Shang Yao Wangyou, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He moved his shoulders that were inexplicably numb, and muttered: The eyes of this medicine jar are still electrified...

"Where is that place? How do I get there, and how do I come back here?" After Yao Wangyou asked, he suddenly narrowed his eyes and moved closer, "You don't mean to drive me away, do you?"

"How is it possible!" Xuan Mingcheng jumped up, and the words in his mind blurted out, "I haven't had enough of the medicinal diet, and your massage feels so comfortable..."

He hurriedly shut his mouth, only to find that Yao Wangyou had already smiled, his big eyes were curved like two willow leaves.Xuan Mingcheng covered his heart, looked left and right, and thought: What is this medicine pot smiling so beautifully, who is it seducing...

"Didn't you say you were hungry?" Yao Wangyou stood up and walked out, Xuan Mingcheng followed immediately, but when he walked into the dining room, Yao Wangyou sat down directly, and didn't want to cook in the kitchen at all mean.

Xuan Mingcheng curled his lips, took the bowl from Aunt Xiang, and ate sullenly.

The stinky medicine jar makes people look forward to it in vain.

Today's dish has three cups of chicken, which is Yao Wangyou's favorite dish during this period of time, but Aunt Xiang is very good at cooking, and even Yao Wangyou is used to the dishes she makes.He is sweet and obedient, coaxing Aunt Xiang to find something to eat for him in different ways. On the contrary, Xuan Mingcheng often doesn't eat at home, so he doesn't have such a good taste.

"After eating and resting for a while, take a bath, otherwise you will be easily gassy." Yao Wangyou said to Xuan Mingcheng as he picked up a piece of boneless chicken.

Xuan Mingcheng squinted at him, and said to himself that no one had ever dared to whet his appetite like this, and felt resentful, and he couldn't stop his brain from moving his hands.

Yao Wangyou blinked, and saw that Xuan Mingcheng had snatched the bone and meat of the chicken leg from his chopsticks, and he was still chewing exaggeratedly, with his head held high, his eyes slanted, looking at him provocatively.

"Childish..." Yao Wangyou rolled his eyes helplessly, and took another piece, but this time he was not cut off.

Because at this time Xuan Mingcheng, who came back from the memory, was in a daze, what did he just do?

The meat was touched by the chopsticks of the stinky medicine jar, and my own chopsticks seemed to have touched his chopsticks just now.

Satisfied with Yao Wangyou who successfully ate the meat, he raised his foot and kicked Xuan Mingcheng's calf, and said, "After a while, go to your place after taking a shower, or go to my place?"

Xuan Mingcheng took some time to digest the meaning of Yao Wangyou's words, and he was overjoyed: "Do you want to give me a massage?"

Yao Wangyou stuffed his mouth full of food, nodded and said, "Yes, you don't want to?"

"Think!" Xuan Mingcheng patted his thigh.

After the last "accident", Xuan Mingcheng began to keep a physical distance from Yao Wangyou intentionally or unintentionally, to prevent the medicine jar from coveting his body that it shouldn't have.But within a few days, Xuan Mingcheng began to feel uncomfortable in his body, and then there was always a voice in his heart saying to him:

Let the medicine jar be pressed twice, and it will be comfortable after pressing.

It's just that Xuan Mingcheng has a good face and is too embarrassed to mention it to Yao Wangyou.Now that Yao Wangyou offered to propose, of course he wants to "reward him", doesn't he?

It's not good to want this medicine jar to look at my body every day but can't touch it?What a torture!

Xuan Mingcheng was happy, but he didn't see Yao Wangyou who was sitting on the side staring at him, and quietly narrowed his eyes, there was a hint of danger in those eyes.

"Pharmaceutical jar!" Xuan Mingcheng was as happy as a young boy. After taking a shower, he put on a pair of shorts that reached his knees and ran to Yao Wangyou's room. When he opened the door, he saw the The man lifted the quilt, his eyes dodged, he was sneaky and like a thief, and asked a little strangely: "What are you hiding?"

With that said, he was about to pick up Yao Wangyou's quilt with his hands.

"Then what, don't you want a massage?" Yao Wangyou pushed Xuan Mingcheng's hand away, patted the bed board, and said with a smile, "It doesn't cost money if you feel uncomfortable, and the price is fair. Get down quickly." , he also blinked at Xuan Mingcheng.

Xuan Mingcheng was a little dizzy from his blinking, and obediently lay down on the bed.I thought to myself, why is this medicine jar so obedient tonight?After thinking for a while, Xuan Mingcheng felt more and more that his gift was really the right one, and it was worth the money!

"Is there anything uncomfortable recently?" Yao Wangyou asked Xuan Mingcheng while moving his wrist.

Xuan Mingcheng lay on the bed, thought for a while and said, "Your shoulders are tired, and your back is fine. Everything else is fine."

Yao Wangyou hummed, groped for the meridians and acupuncture points on Xuan Mingcheng's shoulder, and silently praised this guy's figure in his heart.

Of course, he would never boast, otherwise Xuan Mingcheng would have to cock his tail again.

Yao Wangyou turned his gaze, and found Xuan Mingcheng laying on the pillow, with deep eyes staring at him, squinting slightly, the corners of his mouth curled up dishonestly.Looking at his expression, Yao Wangyou always felt that this guy had something else to say.

"Pharmaceutical jar..." Xuan Mingcheng smiled a bit wickedly, he glanced at Yao Wangyou's fair fingers, and said slowly, "What are you doing for so long?"

Yao Wangyou raised his eyebrows, found a muscle on the back of Xuan Mingcheng's shoulder that was a little tense, groped for a meridian with his fingers, and exerted more force.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The author has something to say: the next piece of magic doctor will take a small tool...

(I'm talking about scraping board! Don't lock me up!!)