The beginning is a kiss [Quick Transmigration]

There was a ladder in front, and Yi Ziyu threw away the car washing tools and followed. Because the car was washed with water just now, the bluestone floor was covered with water stains, and it was quite easy for people to slip.

It's just that everyone is watching...

"Miss, I forgot the fruit box I brought for Brother Chuan. I'll go back to the car to get it. You should go to Brother Chuan first." Xiao Yu patted her head and said to the people around her.

"I'm so confused, go quickly." Wen Yuanqing said angrily.

Xiao Yu hurried to the way she had come, and looking at her back, Yi Ziyu still sighed.

What a nice girl, except for her sharp mouth, she is still very understanding.

He was worrying about the extra pairs of eyes around him, and it was difficult to start.

The shooting location of "Cang Yun" was changed from indoor to outdoor. A group of staff members were preparing the venue below. Mu Chuan stood on the stage under the stairs and was held in the middle by all the stars.

Wen Yuanqing's eyes were glued to it immediately, and she didn't pay attention to the road under her feet. The wet and slippery ground made the soles of her shoes slightly slippery, and her body tilted slightly.

Yi Ziyu's eyes froze, it's now!

He pounced on her, pretending to support her, and shouted: "Be careful!"

As soon as Wen Yuanqing stabilized her body, she felt a thrust from her back, her body lost her balance instantly, she fell headfirst, and rolled down the stairs.

Acting had to be a complete set, after Yi Ziyu pushed her, he pretended to be troubled by her, and rolled down the dozen or so steps.

When the crew heard the movement, they all turned their heads.

Whoa!There are two meat balls on the stairs, who is rolling faster!

The first meat ball reached the ground first, and fell with all four legs, with long hair covering its face in a mess. If you look carefully, isn't it Miss Wen!

The second meatball followed closely behind, not at all inferior to Wen Yuanqing in terms of embarrassment, but his posture was much prettier, with two long legs rolling vigorously in the air, as if he was afraid that people would not know how long his legs were. show off.

That leg is still very recognizable, one of the few in the entertainment industry, and with this exaggerated attire, Yi Ziyu didn't run away.

Here, what's going on here?

Yi Ziyu raised her head with difficulty, her face full of guilt: "Miss Wen, are you okay? It's all my fault, if only I could hold you back."

Oh, it turned out that Miss Wen slipped on her feet, and Yi Ziyu helped her up, but they both fell down.

Wen Yuanqing was full of anger and was blocked by these words, she didn't need him to help her, if it wasn't for his push, she might not have fallen down!

But the situation has already been taken down by him first, if he pursues it again, it seems to be very preoccupied.

Especially not far away, Mu Chuan came over.

With the support of the staff, Wen Yuanqing stood up, with a smile on her soft face: "Where, I have to thank you, if it wasn't for helping me, you wouldn't have fallen."

Yi Ziyu lowered his head and smiled indifferently: "As long as you're fine, it's fine if I fall a few times as a big man."

As he spoke, he stood up and patted the dust off his body.

[Ding, the mission is completed!Reward 100 face-slapping points, which have been put into the host's backpack. 】

Everyone looked at the shyness that flashed across his face, and they were a little surprised. They didn't expect that such an arrogant person would have a shy side.

It's unbelievable!

"What's going on, are you injured?" Mu Chuan approached, his eyes swept over the two of them, and finally stopped on Wen Yuanqing.

Wen Yuanqing's cheeks were slightly red, a little excited because of his concern, and she said with a sweet smile: "It's nothing, I just slipped accidentally."

Mu Chuan nodded faintly: "Be careful, or your brother will worry."

Wen Yuanqing nodded obediently, then her eyes darkened in the next second: "But, the soup I boiled for you spilled all over..."

Someone around persuaded: "It's just a bowl of soup, it's not as important as Miss Wen's body."

"That's right, it's a big deal to invite Brother Chuan to eat at home next time."

The staff took good care of him, knowing what she was thinking, and they all stood up to speak for her.

Wen Yuanqing looked up at Mu Chuan, with hope in his eyes: "Brother Na Chuan, can I invite you to my house for dinner this weekend?"

She spoke very carefully, but Mu Chuan's attention was not on her.

Yi Ziyu, who was ignored by everyone, endured the pain in his body, silently walked to the stone bench beside him, and sat down.

Everyone was concerned about Miss Wen, but no one thought that he was also injured, or even more seriously.

Mu Chuan just glanced inadvertently, and caught a glimpse of that lonely back and trembling steps.

Is it hurt?

"I'm sorry, I have an announcement this weekend." Mu Chuan replied coldly, with a distant and polite attitude: "When I have a chance next time, let me treat you to dinner."

Everyone knows that the so-called opportunity means don't expect extravagantly.

The light in Wen Yuanqing's eyes instantly dimmed, and she suppressed a laugh: "Well, then I'll wait for you."

Mu Chuan nodded, and after telling the drama manager to settle her down, he asked his assistant to take a tube of ointment and send it to Yi Ziyu, but the assistant only said a few words to him, and then turned back.

"He didn't want it." The assistant said helplessly, shaking the ointment in his hand.

Mu Chuan glanced into the corner, and saw that Yi Ziyu was sitting there alone, with a listless head.

He looked away and said angrily, "Then leave him alone."

Three minutes later, Mu Chuan walked over with the ointment himself.

There's no way, this person is like a black spot in his eyes, always occupying a corner of his line of sight, not ostentatious or noisy, just standing there gives him a sense of presence.

Yi Ziyu lowered his head and pretended to be pitiful. After more than ten minutes, he was exhausted.

Fortunately, the hard work paid off, the light in front of my eyes was blocked by people, and a familiar cold fragrance came faintly.

"Rub this on the wound." Mu Chuan handed over a tube of ointment with a cold voice.

"Don't wipe." Yi Ziyu buried his head deeper and said sullenly.

Mu Chuan clenched the hand holding the ointment, and then released it after a few seconds. He squatted down in front of him, and his big hand involuntarily grabbed his ankle, trying to roll up his trouser legs.

Yi Ziyu was happy in his heart, but he still pretended to struggle a few times.

"Don't touch me. Didn't you say we're divorced, so keep a distance?"

Mu Chuan dropped the ointment and said coldly, "Then apply it yourself."

Yi Ziyu changed his face in a second, and quickly grabbed the corner of his clothes: "Don't, the wound is too serious, I can't do it."

The young man raised his face, the end of his peach-blossom eyes were slightly red, and there was a little light in his pure black eyes, and he looked at him pleadingly.

"Really, I'm afraid of pain."

Yi Ziyu is probably the only person who can switch between cheap and pitiful modes so smoothly.

Mu Chuan stared at him for a while, suffocating in his heart, finally squatted down and rolled up his trouser legs.

As Yi Ziyu said, his wound was indeed quite serious, perhaps it should be said that he just looked scary.

A large area of ​​skin on the calf was scratched, with blood oozing slightly, and the wound was particularly shocking against the backdrop of fair skin.

Mu Chuan took out the ointment and applied it carefully. When he applied it, he still felt that this person was very cute. When he raised his head, it turned out that he was grinning in pain and had no time to speak.

The calf in the palm is slender and slender, and the fair skin is like the best gelatin, with the warm luster of jade, it feels greasy in the hand, and the feeling can stay on the fingertips for a long time.

Mu Chuan shook his head slightly, why didn't he realize that this person's skin was so good before?

The action of applying the medicine stopped, the pain eased, and Yi Ziyu started to play tricks again.

He raised his toes and slowly slid up Mu Chuan's thighs. The moist skin of his calves rubbed against the heels of his legs, calmly flirting.

"How is it, do you think my skin is good?" The voice was soft, with a hint of charm at the end of the eyes: "My skin is better in other places, do you want to see it tonight?"

Mu Chuan raised his head, and the smile in Yi Ziyu's eyes grew stronger.

In the end, it was Mu Chuan who pressed hard on the wound in response.

"Ah!" The seductive, goblin-like person let out a tragic cry like killing a pig.

"You can't change your nature, you can't carve rotten wood." Mu Chuan looked at him coldly, left these words, and walked away with long legs.

Yi Ziyu gasped in pain, and said through his teeth: "You should carve your elm head first!"

The second battle, failed.

***

In the quiet corridor, Yi Ziyu secretly opened the door.

The room was dark, the curtains were drawn tightly, and all the furniture was gray and white. The design style was quite satisfactory, which really fit Mu Chuan's old-fashioned personality.

He put the lunch box in his hand on the coffee table, touched the door of Mu Chuan's bedroom from memory, opened the door and took a look inside.

There was a faint bulge on the bed, and the man seemed to be in a deep sleep.

Today, when he was wandering outside the apartment, he happened to meet Mu Chuan's mother. Mu Chuan's mother still liked him very much, and she regretted it for a long time when she learned that the two of them divorced.

Hearing that he was looking for Mu Chuan, Mrs. Mu smiled knowingly and immediately gave him the key.

He also told him: "There is no knot between husband and wife that cannot be untied. If you spend more time with him, you will always be able to reconcile."

Yi Ziyu couldn't tell because he wanted to reconcile, but your son didn't give him a chance!

Looking at the bulge on the bed, Yi Ziyu's eyes flashed with determination, and he walked over on tiptoe.

Since Mu Chuan didn't give him a chance, he could only create one.

Mu Chuan, who was sleeping soundly, lost a bit of sharpness and a bit more gentleness on his grim face.The pair of thin lips that were often pursed now evoked a slight arc, and under the dim light, there was a seductive luster faintly.

"Hey." Yi Ziyu smiled maliciously, bent down slowly, and planted a kiss on those lips, superficially.

After the kiss, he sat by the bed and waited quietly, but after more than ten minutes passed, Mu Chuan's breathing was still long, and there was no sign of waking up at all.

It shouldn't be, he remembered that after Jiang Yu was reborn, his reaction was very intense.

Could it be that the systematic method is unreliable?

Try again!

Yi Ziyu pouted, and took a few mouthfuls, but there was still no response.He was completely stunned, racking his brains to think about the reason, and when he was in a daze, a broad palm pressed on the back of his neck, pressing his head down.

A pair of icy lips pressed against each other, deepening, stirring, with a suffocating passion.

Suddenly, he was pulled onto the bed and pressed under him.

Looking at him with smiling eyes, with a sense of domineering aggression in his eyes, he pressed his shoulders on the bed, his hard chest remained motionless no matter how he pushed.

"You, are you awake?" Yi Ziyu asked awkwardly.

As soon as the words were finished, the cold thin lips pressed against her again. This time, not only were the lips and tongue dishonest, but the other party's hands were also very dishonest.

Lifting up the T-shirt and slowly sliding it up along the curve of the waist, Yi Ziyu's eyes widened and he hummed.

He stretched out his hand, trying to stop the big hand that was swimming around, but it couldn't cover the top, but the bottom couldn't be covered.In the end, the whole body was touched all over.

Ma Dan, why didn't I see Mu Chuan's color before.

The surrounding temperature rose, Yi Ziyu's breathing became short, and the skin of both of them became hot.Seeing that the opponent was about to break through the last line of defense, his limbs were limp and he couldn't do anything.

"Patta." The lights in the room were turned on, and the room lit up instantly.

A cold voice came, implying anger: "What are you doing?"