I swept the entertainment circle with the medicine pot

And when Xuan Mingcheng found someone in the small kitchen, the first thing he smelled was fresh chicken soup.The CEO who had just put up his airs and was about to talk to Yao Wangyou instinctively raised his hand to press his stomach—he was hungry.

However, there are priorities, Xuan Mingcheng suppressed his hunger and asked, "Are you in trouble?"

"Coming?" Yao Wangyou heard Xuan Mingcheng's voice and turned around.

Xuan Mingcheng walked to him quickly, with a serious expression, and some emotions in his tone that could not be concealed: "Tan Zi said you are in trouble? Someone is embarrassing you?"

Yao Wangyou's heart skipped a beat, was he worried about himself?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Xuan Mingcheng thought what a grievance this was, and suddenly felt a little angry, "Who is that person?"

Are these bastards tired of living?My own... the people I sent dare to be angry!

"No!" Seeing that he was going out aggressively, Yao Wangyou grabbed Xuan Mingcheng's clothes and explained the matter.

After hearing what happened, Xuan Mingcheng's expression softened a lot.Luo Ziyu and Zhang Zheyan's matter, the crew and manager will take care of it, he is too lazy to take care of it.

"Let's go, go home for dinner!" He patted Yao Wangyou's shoulder and said.

Yao Wangyou reached out and grabbed the two ears of the stew pot, turned to look at Xuan Mingcheng while carrying the soup, and said, "Do you want to drink it?"

Xuan Mingcheng lowered his head, and saw that Yao Wangyou was wearing oversized oven mitts on each hand, making him appear to be even thinner; and those black glass-like eyes were shining brightly from the sunlight shining in from outside. , uttered a sentence in his mouth gently and softly, asking himself if he would like to drink soup, he immediately felt refreshed all over, the remaining anger just now disappeared, and he opened his mouth to answer:

"Drink! Your medicine jar is so good today, you also make soup for me in the crew?"

After Xuan Mingcheng finished speaking, he raised his head and stared at the ceiling in thought, thinking that the medicine jar was obviously interested in him, greedy for his body, he had already seen it!Originally, I should have rejected him ruthlessly, but it didn't conform to my good upbringing quality... So, the soup can be drunk, this is out of politeness, but it definitely does not mean to accept the intention of this medicine jar!

Well, that's it!

Just thinking about how to imply that the two of him are impossible, Xuan Mingcheng listened to Yao Wangyou and took out a bowl and spoon from the disinfection cupboard, and said to himself: "This soup is Luo Ziyu asked me to stew it, but he just left, I thought it would be a waste, I might as well feed you..."

When Yao Wangyou turned around, he saw Xuan Mingcheng was staring at him, the corners of his mouth and eyes were twitching, his heart was shocked, he quickly put the soup bowl in his hand, rushed forward and pulled out a needle to stab Xuan Mingcheng's earlobes and fingers were bleeding.

Xuan Mingcheng looked at his hands and feet in horror and used Yao Wangyou, which was crawling on his body, grabbed his hand that was about to pinch his earlobe, and said angrily, "What are you doing with this medicine jar!"

While pulling Ren Pao back to the ground, he stared at Yao Wangyou's conspicuously thin wrist bones, thinking that the medicine jar was light enough, and it wouldn't weigh much if he climbed on his body.

Yao Wangyou was taken aback, blinked, jumped off Xuan Mingcheng, rolled his eyes at him and said, "I thought you had a stroke, your mouth twitched so badly."

Xuan Mingcheng touched his cheeks in embarrassment, thinking that his face was twitching?Then he shook his head again, the point now is not this!

"You actually gave me the leftover soup from Luo Ziyu's drink?" Xuan Mingcheng was about to grit his teeth, did he treat this medicine jar as a beggar?

Yao Wangyou paused, put the spoon back into the saucepan, and looked back at him: "He hasn't drank it, why is it leftover?"

Xuan Mingcheng raised his brows, and began to play tricks: "Don't talk to me about anything, go home now and cook again." He said, pointing to the stew pot in front of Yao Wangyou, and added: It smells better than this."

Yao Wangyou rolled his eyes helplessly, ignoring him: "Then you stew it yourself, I will drink this soup myself."

"No!" Xuan Mingcheng rushed forward to cover the pot, leaning forward with both hands on the stove looking down at Yao Wangyou, the shadow of his whole body enveloped Yao Wangyou, his voice carried A bit irresistible, low and deep: "I tell you to re-stew."

Yao Wangyou glanced left and right, she was trapped by this guy's hand.

"Take it away." Yao Wangyou poked Xuan Mingcheng's arm.

Xuan Mingcheng frowned: "Promise me first, go back and make soup for me tonight."

Yao Wangyou raised his head and stared at those extremely deep eyes, and those eyes were also looking straight at him. He couldn't see the emotions inside clearly, but what he could perceive was that there was no malice in Xuan Mingcheng's eyes. .

Yao Wangyou spoke slowly, her tone still calm: "I tell you to get out of the way."

Xuan Mingcheng stopped talking, and said in his heart that he wanted to have muscles, and he wanted to be tall. How could this medicine jar, thin and thin like a bamboo pole, escape from his palm without the strength to bind a chicken...

"what!"

Yao Wangyou looked at Xuan Mingcheng who jumped to the side covering his arm, wrinkled his nose to express sarcasm, picked up the saucepan and turned to go out, thinking to himself, what kind of eyes did this guy just have...

Staring at people's backs is numb.

Xuan Mingcheng slowed down for a while, and then followed up indignantly, secretly remembering "revenge" in his heart - it is easy to hide a spear with an open gun, but it is difficult to defend against an arrow with a hidden arrow, and this medicine jar actually plotted against him.

Don't you know that it is very painful to be pressed to the numb!

"Hiss..." Xuan Mingcheng took a breath, watched Yao Wangyou go farther and farther, but still stepped forward to follow.

When he returned to the set, Qin Zi had roughly arranged the rest of the affairs swiftly. Xuan Mingcheng walked across the set and greeted the director, and after saying a few words to Zhang Zheyan similar to reassuring the wound, Then he left with Yao Wangyou.

"Why are you still carrying this?" Xuan Mingcheng rubbed his arms while looking at the saucepan in Yao Wangyou's hand with a frown, feeling more and more upset.

Yao Wangyou said: "Send this to Luo Ziyu's house, don't waste it. Hey, do you know where he lives?"

Xuan Mingcheng snorted coldly when he heard the words, and at the same time, a thought came to his mind: This medicine jar really thinks that Luo Ziyu is handsome and wants to chase him, right?

Recalling the news that he saw on Qin Zi's phone today, Xuan Mingcheng gritted his teeth and cast a sideways glance at Yao Wangyou, who was totally unaware, cursing inwardly: What kind of eyes is this medicine jar? Such a big handsome guy is sitting next to him , He is still thinking about other men?

For some unknown reason, Xuan Mingcheng turned his head aside and replied viciously: "I don't know, don't ask me, you have to go on your own."

After Yao Wangyou put the stew pot in the car locker and locked it, he gently bumped Xuan Mingcheng with his arm, and saw the man still staring out of the window with a sullen face, apparently he still didn't want Luo Ziyu to be rejected by him just now. There is a problem with giving him the soup.

Ouch...Yao Wangyou felt helpless and funny, why is such a grown-up person with the same personality as a child, just now, he used his hands to stop himself from going out... Thinking of this, Yao Wangyou felt that his ears were inexplicably hot, and quickly pressed his hand Press the button, the window fell down, and the cold wind came in, cooling the temperature on his face.

"What do you want to drink when you go back tonight?"

Xuan Mingcheng's ears moved, he raised his hand and scratched his neck, staring at the moon that had risen outside, he muttered: "Chicken soup or something... fresh!"

"Okay~" Yao Wangyou protractedly responded, the "good" made Xuan Mingcheng's ears go soft, and he felt uncomfortable all over. He pretended to be dissatisfied and glared at Yao Wangyou: " How are you coaxing the child?"

Yao Wangyou laughed, leaning on the leather seat with his hands, he was a little tired from a busy day.

Xuan Mingcheng stretched his long legs in a good mood, and felt that Yao Wangyou was looking at him.

"I think it's better to go to Luo Ziyu's."

Xuan Mingcheng's eyelids twitched: "Huh?"

It's not over yet? !

The author has something to say: Before being together:

Xuan Mingcheng: What's left of my drink?

Yao Wangyou: How could it be, I love you the most!

After being together:

Xuan Mingcheng: I drink leftovers from others? ? ? ?

Yao Wangyou: Yes! (don't care.jpg)

Xuan Mingcheng (pounces): Then I want to eat fresh medicine jars!