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Ji Zuo was originally cold white skinned, and his collarbone was pressed all night, and his color changed long ago - a small piece of dark red in the middle, and light red spread out, layer upon layer, even very layered.

In fact, Ji Zuo's collarbone is very red, and there is no possibility of causing any inappropriate associations at all.

But Wang Ping was still unusually embarrassed.

Wang Ping cautiously backed away from Ji Zao's bed.

Wang Ping's movements were not big, just a little bit of the bed sheet and the quilt under Ji Zuo's arms, but even such a careful movement woke Ji Zuo up instantly.

Ji walked to the side subconsciously, and when he felt empty-handed, he opened his eyes and saw Wang Ping, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you awake?" Ji Zuo asked softly.

Wang Ping: "..."

Damn, what a scene! ! !

In the early morning, the sun comes in through the sheer window, and the indoor light seems to have a small fresh filter.

Ji Zuo just woke up early in the morning. Although he pretended to be awake, he opened his eyes full of sleepiness. When he looked at Wang Ping, his hair was soft and draped down, which was very delicate and beautiful. red……

It turned out to be tempting - what a big-headed ghost! ! ! !

Wang Ping felt that he was going too far——

What's the matter? ? ?

What the hell have you done? ? ? ?

It's tempting to make the junior's collarbone popular and even comment on the junior!

X harassment, this is X harassment, Wang Ping! ! !

Wang Ping's heart was turbulent, but on the surface, he just opened his eyes slightly and looked at Ji Zuo.

Ji Zou looked at Wang Ping without speaking for a long time, and frowned lightly—is it because he has a fever and is still not recovering?

Ji Zou raised his hand, as it had happened countless times in the past few days, ready to stroke Wang Ping's forehead.

The moment Ji Zuo's fingertips just touched Wang Ping's forehead.

Wang Ping threw off the quilt, jumped up from the bed, stepped over Ji Zuo beside him, and jumped off the bed with amazing agility.

"Me!" Wang Ping panicked, "My - that's right! I feel like I can go back to my room and take a shower."

"Lie down by yourself for a while!!" Wang Ping panicked.

"Take a shower now??"

Ji Zou threw off the quilt, and was just about to press back someone who was still having a fever last night, but saw that the person who had a fever had stepped on his slippers on the floor with lightning speed.

Three seconds later, "the person who still had a fever last night" appeared at the door.

Five seconds later, the door slammed shut.

Although Wang Ping was in a panic, he still remembered to take his room card. He rushed to the opposite door of Ji, opened the door of his room, grabbed a coat from the closet, and ran into the bathroom quickly.

"Click."

The bathroom door was locked behind Wang Ping's backhand. Wang Ping pressed against the bathroom door and heaved a sigh of relief.

Wang Ping used the bathroom door as a support, took a deep breath, and looked at the clean and empty bathroom in his room.

The whole bathroom was filled with the sound of Wang Ping's panting.

After a while, Wang Ping slowly slipped from the door panel and squatted on the ground.

The moment Wang Ping squatted on the ground, he stretched out his hand to cover his beating heart——

"You you you—why, why, jump, jump so fast?!"

"No, it's just a collarbone, between boys, it's just a collarbone, what's wrong with it!!!"

I don't know what happened to the collarbone.

Wang Ping uttered a small "Wang woo...", the hand that wasn't holding his heart dropped down, and the fingertips touched the ground.

Wang Ping buried his head tightly between his hands and legs, and the exposed contours of his ears were more red than when he had a high fever.

·

Ji Zuo waited all morning, but Wang Ping, who did not come back from the shower to get the pillow, waited for Wu Guangji's start-of-work notice.

posted in the group.

[Shooting is expected to start at [-]:[-] p.m., all departments are requested to prepare. The actors finish their lunch at [-]:[-] p.m. and go to the dressing room to put on makeup. 】

Afraid that he might not have seen it, Tang Jialin made a copy for his private chat window.

Ji Zou: "..."

Ji Zou sent Tang Jialin a wechat message: [There is an actor who has not recovered from his illness, why did he start work? 】

Ji Zou: [Isn't today's filming a scene of me, Wang Ping and Tang Lao? 】

Xiao Linzi: [Yes, it is...]

Xiao Linzi: [Boss, I heard that Mr. Wang applied to start the job himself. 】

Xiao Linzi: [I heard that Mr. Wang knocked on the director's door with a thermometer. He understood it with reason and moved him with emotion, and then he persuaded Wu Guangji to inform the whole team that the filming will be done in the afternoon. 】

Ji Zou: "..."

What is it like to fall in love with a person who wants to work and die?

worry.

Ji Zuo could only tidy himself up quickly, and no one was there when he knocked on Wang Ping's door, and when Ji Zuo came to the dressing room, Wang Ping was already there.

Wang Ping sat in his usual seat, holding an opened cup of vanilla latte in his hand, and let the makeup artist paint on his face, not knowing what he was thinking.

until.

The moment Yingdi Ji opened the door.

Wang Ping sat up straight in an instant, looked down at the coffee cup whose lid had been lifted, and tried to see Ji Yingdi's body and movements from the reflection - it would be even better if he could see his face.

However, as it turns out, Mission: Impossible is all a lie.

The reflection in the cup is nothing more than some insignificant things such as ceiling lights, vanity mirror lights, etc. Other than that, nothing can be seen.

Wang Ping tilted the cup a little, then carefully turned his head slightly, and finally caught Ji Zuo with his peripheral vision.

Ji Zou wore a turtleneck sweater today, which covered his neck and collarbone, so he couldn't see anything.

"Teacher Ji." The makeup artist belonging to Ji Zou went over to look at his sweater, and said warmly, "Let's change the costumes first."

!If you change the costumes, you can see if the red color on Ji Zou has disappeared.

Just as Wang Ping was about to make an excuse to go there, he suddenly glanced at himself - he had already changed into the costume for today's filming, and put a layer of plastic sheeting to prevent the powder of cosmetics from spilling on the clothes.

Wang Ping: "..."

Wang Ping watched Ji Zou being led inside by the makeup artist, but he didn't realize that his face and coffee were getting more and more tilted.

"Mediocre!!!" The makeup artist who was trying on the highlight color turned around and saw the scene of coffee being spilled on the clothes, and screamed in horror, "Your coffee is about to be spilled!!!"

"!!! My God!" Wang Ping hurriedly turned the coffee over and threw it on the table.

The makeup artist turned around with a small white board filled with a bunch of liquid foundations of different colors, looked at the angle of Wang Ping's face, and sighed heavily.

"Normal." The makeup artist sighed, "Your face almost turned 180 degrees."

"Not good intentions……"

"No matter how good-looking Mr. Ji is, it's also my home game now. Look at me, look at me, do you understand?"

I didn't watch Ji Zuo because he was good-looking! ! ! !

It's because of guilt! ! !Don't you even understand guilt? ? ?

Wang Ping's face was already covered by liquid foundation and he couldn't see it, but Ji Zuo, who was about to go in and change his clothes, stopped suddenly, stood in the distance, and looked at Wang Ping's back.

Wang Ping fumbled on the table, picked up the vanilla latte, drank half a glass in one breath, his eyes flustered: "Don't talk nonsense, so and so is watching Teacher Ji!"

·

The makeup artist curled her lips—there is no silver 300 taels here.

The make-up artist really wanted to tell Wang Ping: That day the best actor of the season carried you to the hospital, the whole internet knew about it, and we knew about it too, so there is no need to hide it, really there is no need to hide it.

Wang Ping didn't feel at all that he didn't have 300 taels of silver here, nor did he feel that he was hiding anything.

When Ji Zou came back after changing his clothes, he took a look. He didn't know if it was the light or what, but he always felt that the collarbone was still a little red.

After finishing his makeup, Wang Ping quickly put on his down jacket, ready to run away.

Wang Ping just ran to the door, before he put his hand on the doorknob, and before he had time to press it down, he heard the actor who had been silent all this time speak quietly.

"Brother Wang Ping."

Ji Zou turned his back to him, his face was painted all over, and his eyes were closed; the film king crossed his legs, his back was straight, and he looked majestic.

"Are you avoiding me?" Ji Zuo's voice was very magnetic, and he said this sentence very majesticly.

"No, no." Wang Ping felt that Ji Zuo called him so, his legs were weak, but he still said firmly, "I just want to try Wia."

right.Wia.

Thinking of Wia, Wang Ping felt even more guilty——It would be nice for Ji to leave, rent a town for you, practice Wia with you, and you just repay him like that——

It made his collarbone turn red from sleeping, and... still thinks him, alluring!

Wang Ping's ears were covered with a thin layer of pink, which quickly became darker and dark red after he finished speaking.

"...Really?" Ji Zou looked at Wang Ping, who had lowered his head in the mirror, "You really didn't hide from me?"

"I really didn't hide from you!" Wang Ping categorically opened the door of the dressing room, "Then—see you on set."

After saying this, Wang Ping fled in despair.

It usually took several minutes to walk the alleys, but today Wang Ping finished the rush in one minute. As soon as he rushed to the street where the movie was filmed, he saw Zhang Denian with his waist in his arms, "hahaha" full of energy.

The deputy team leader patted Zhang Denian on the shoulder and pointed in Wang Ping's direction, Zhang Denian turned his head instantly.

"Teacher Wang, you are here!" Zhang Denian ran over to meet Wang Ping with small steps, "Are you feeling better?"

"Sure." Wang Ping finally found a scene that wasn't so pink, heaved a sigh of relief, raised his arm with a smile, and patted the muscles on it, "If it's not good, can the director let me do it?"

"I said yes." Zhang Denian is a rough man, he pulled Wang Ping over with a smile, and let him look at Wia, "Come on, take a look at Wia, do you find anything different?"

Wang Ping has dealt with Wia equipment several times, and he is already very familiar with it. He went to look at the new steel wire, squeezed the original protective pads under the armpit and waist, and quickly found the difference.

"This seems to be harder than before?" Wang Ping squeezed the protective pad, "and it seems to be more transparent."

"Yes, this material is not as soft as before, but its mechanical structure is very special. After it is stuck, it can dissipate more force."

In other words, it is not as painful as before, and I can hang Wia more comfortably.

Wang Ping squeezed the protective pad again in surprise: "It's so amazing."

"It must be amazing—you don't know, the director got very angry that day, saying that he didn't protect the actors well." Zhang Denian said without hesitation, "We hurriedly found new equipment. This is not officially on sale yet, and it has been done on a small scale. How many sets are in use, and guess what?"

Wang Ping asked in a daze, "Well, what's the matter?"

Zhang Denian clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Hey! It's a coincidence that there are three vacant groups in Hengdian. We rented it overnight and delivered it here. It arrived last night."

"What are you talking about your mother doing?" The deputy team leader kicked Zhang Denian.

"What's wrong with me?" Zhang Denian was puzzled.

Zhang Denian didn't mean to ask for credit, but Wang Ping was very moved when he heard it—whether the director wanted them to protect the actors more, or the equipment arrived last night, and it has been adjusted today.

Wang Ping looked at Zhang Denian, his eyes were covered with blue patches, he must have stayed up all night and didn't sleep long.

"What's the matter, Mr. Wang, did I say something wrong?" Zhang Denian suddenly panicked seeing Wang Ping not speaking.

"No." Wang Ping blinked, holding back the sourness, "I just feel that... you have worked too hard."

"Damn! It's meaningless if you say that, we are comrades in the trenches!" Zhang Denian was careless, and even patted Wang Ping on the shoulder, "We are happy if we can do something for you, aren't we?"

The control brother and the deputy team leader sitting behind the wire instrument all laughed.

Yes, really happy.

After all, it is rare to meet an actor who can work overtime at night to accompany them to test the equipment of Wia and then treat them to dinner.

It is also rare for actors to treat them as human beings—a girl in the logistics team heard what Wang Ping said to Ji Zou that day, and then everyone passed it on to each other. Everyone knows these days.

Zhang Denian smiled and pulled the wire of Wia over.

"Would you like to try it first?" Zhang Denian said earnestly, "I haven't hung it for a few days, so go up to find the feeling?"

"Row."

Wang Ping immediately stretched out his hands and feet in coordination. Just after setting up the equipment, Zhang Denian was about to ask someone to hang Wang Ping up, when he turned his head, he suddenly saw a slender shadow walking over.

"Oh." Zhang Denian greeted, "Ji Yingdi is here, hurry up and take a look at our new equipment!"

Before Ji Zuo could say "yes", he heard Wang Ping yell anxiously: "Uncle Xu, give me a try."

"Good Le!"

The next moment, a person wearing a white down jacket and white ancient costume flew up into the air, brushed against Ji Zuo lightly, and flew into the sky.

Ji Zou: "..."

Ji Zou looked up at the white shadow in the sky, gritted his teeth: He said he didn't hide from me! ! !

·

Ji Zuo and Wang Ping tried the wire separately, and after getting off the wire, they saw Tang Hongtu walking towards him—although Mr. Tang was old, he still planned to play on the wire himself.

The two juniors admired this very much, and they didn't have much time to think about their personal feelings, so they took the time to start shooting.

Once the movie starts, Wang Ping will devote [-]% of his energy to the movie.

On the street today, many folk artisans gathered on both sides to set up stalls. Ye Minghuai walked in front of Xiao Cundeng while walking and strolling, with a sword crooked behind him, as if the sword would come out of the scabbard at any time and fly to the ground.

Ye Minghuai just carried his sword on his back like this, sometimes swaying to the left to look at the river lantern; then swaying to the right to look at the comb.

Xiao Cundeng followed behind him, staring at the sword with trepidation, the next moment, he saw Brother Unreliable turning towards him with a flowery hairpin.

Ye Minghuai held up the hairpin and laughed loudly: "Junior brother, do you want this?"

Xiao Cundeng looked at the huge peony flower on it, his face turned dark: "No!"

"Hey, how can you not want it?" Ye Minghuai put the hairpin back, his mouth was still babbling, and he covered his chest, "It's rare that senior brother wants to give you a gift, but you don't want it, it hurts senior brother's heart too much."

Xiao Cundeng: "..."

Xiao Cundeng forced himself to take another look at the hairpin, but in the end he couldn't bear to hurt himself and accept this "gift".

Ye Minghuai had already forgotten about it, he leisurely wandered over to a booth in front, threw a handful of copper coins to the boss, pulled a sword tassel, and played with it in his hand.

The two of them walked and strolled until they reached the river, and there were no stalls before Ye Minghuai turned to Xiao Cundeng.

Ye Minghuai raised his hand, and threw the sword spike to Xiao Cundeng; Xiao Cundeng raised his hand to catch it, opened his palm, and found - it was a sword spike.

"No hairpin." Ye Minghuai rested his head on his hands, "Should I ask for this?"

Xiao Cundeng looked at the sky-blue sword tassel in his hand, and unconsciously revealed a smile—he left the division in a hurry, but he still felt very kind when he could suddenly see something in the color of the division.

And brother...

Xiao Cundeng glanced at Ye Minghuai gratefully.

Brother always knows what he really wants.

"Look at me." Ye Minghuai found a rock, dusted it off, sat down casually, and bent one leg, "Tie it up quickly."

"Yes!"

Xiao Cundeng quickly tied up the tassel of the sword, and the moment he tied it, he suddenly drew the sword out of its sheath, and the azure sword tassel flew across the air, and the next moment, the blade of the sword collided with the blade of another person.

Xiao Cundeng looked at the person who cut the sword with him, his eyes widened, he couldn't believe it: "Master?!"

Ye Minghuai was looking at the river, and when he heard the words of Jiansheng and Xiao Cundeng, he also turned his head suddenly.

"Master?!" Ye Minghuai held down his sword and stood up from the stone - the master came after him, which meant that he still wanted to kill his younger brother. Since he was not good at martial arts, he could only run away with his younger brother.

Ye Minghuai was just about to drag Xiao Cundeng and run away, but he heard Hengjian's Yu Jun's eyes were cold, and he said coldly to Xiao Cundeng: "What are you still doing in front of this thief's son?! Get out of the way, I will kill him today, why not?" Your father's revenge."

Ye Minghuai's forward steps stopped, he didn't understand——what is Master talking about? !

"Master, what are you talking about?!" Xiao Cundeng was just about to withdraw his sword, but when he heard the words, he resisted with all his strength and suppressed Yu Jun, "Senior brother, how could he—"

"Why not." Yu Jun sneered, "Why do you think he escaped?"

"That's our birthday wish, to travel in mountains and rivers." Xiao Cundeng gritted his teeth—his arms were numb, but he refused to back down.

"I believe in my senior brother!"

After Xiao Cundeng finished speaking, he pushed Yu Jun back inside, raised his sword up again, and blocked him further away from Ye Minghuai.

Xiao Cundeng turned around and said to Ye Minghuai: "Brother! You run away, I will block Master!"

Xiao Cundeng caught a glimpse of Ye Minghuai running away from the corner of his eye, fighting and blocking, fighting quite strenuously—his martial arts were actually far superior to Yu Jun, but the one in front of him was his master, as an apprentice, how could he kill his master with a ruthless hand? !

Yu Jun didn't tremble with Xiao Cundeng at all, after making a few gestures, he took a step back, showed his lightness, and flew directly towards the direction where Ye Minghuai was escaping.

The three of them flew up to the eaves, chasing after several rows of roof ridges; Ye Minghuai was worried about Xiao Cundeng's safety, so he didn't dare to run too fast, but within a few hundred meters, Yu Jun had already grabbed his shoulder.

Yu Jun grabbed Ye Minghuai's shoulders and dragged him directly under the eaves.

Xiao Cundeng was still a few meters away from the two of them, and the moment he saw them fall, he jumped to the ground and rushed towards Ye Minghuai's direction with all his strength.

"You take your life!!!"

"Master!!!"

The moment Yu Jun was about to raise his sword to stab Ye Minghuai, Xiao Cundeng just arrived, two voices sounded at the same time, and the next moment, Xiao Cundeng flew to block Ye Minghuai.

"Senior Brother!!"

Xiao Cundeng closed his eyes tightly, and heard Ye Minghuai's screams coming from his ears, but at the next moment, the stabbing pain he expected did not explode in his chest.

Xiao Cundeng opened his eyes and looked at Yu Jun who was still holding the sword only one centimeter away from his chest.

"Is this your choice?" Yu Jun asked coldly.

"Master..." Xiao Cundeng looked at the sharpness of the sword light, and when he raised his eyes, his eyes were clear and firm, "I don't know if brother is the son of the evil sect, maybe you made a mistake—but whether it is true or not, 18 years ago , brother is just a baby, how could all these things have anything to do with him?"

After Xiao Cundeng finished speaking, he straightened his chest, put his chest against the tip of the sword, and looked at Yu Jun: "I only know that he is my senior brother, the senior brother I know, not what you said, the son of the evil sect."

The next moment, Xiao Cundeng stared at Yu Jun in a daze - in front of him, Yu Jun was in tears.

Yu Jun couldn't hold the sword in his hand steadily. He didn't take it away, but just threw away the long sword.

Yu Jun looked at Ye Minghuai with tears in his eyes, nodded at him, then stepped forward and hugged his two apprentices.

"Okay!" Yu Jun suppressed his crying, "Master's teachings to you over the years have not been in vain."

Yu Jun wanted to test Xiao Cundeng today, but in the end, his apprentice did not disappoint him.

"If this is the right way in your hearts, then stick to it." Yu Jun sighed deeply, "Master came here to tell you first—the sect is about to catch up here."

"Sect -" Ye Minghuai exclaimed.

"But it doesn't matter, I believe that if you are together, you can overcome any difficulties."

Yu Jun let go of the hands hugging the two apprentices, straightened up, took Xiao Cundeng's hand, and folded his and Ye Minghuai's hands together.

"Both of you are good boys. Master believes in you, and we have known each other for so many years—don't believe what other people say, sons of the evil sect."

Ye Minghuai's hand was held by Yu Jun, and the back of his hand was next to Xiao Cundeng's warm palm. Xiao Cundeng also came to hold Ye Minghuai's hand, exerting a little force.

Ye Minghuai finally understood.

It turned out that Master never really wanted him to kill Xiao Cundeng.

The way for them to escape from the master's door was set by the master.

Yu Jun put Ye Minghuai's hand into Xiao Cundeng's - or vice versa, put Xiao Cundeng's hand into Ye Minghuai's, then he took a step back and sighed deeply.

Yu Jun glanced at Ye Minghuai, then at Xiao Cundeng, and said, "Protect your brother."

"Yes!" Xiao Cundeng grabbed Ye Minghuai's hand tightly.

Yu Jun still had thousands of words to tell the two children, but there was not much time left. He took a deep look at the two, picked up the long sword on the ground, and put it in its sheath.

"Escape further, don't be found..."

After Yu Jun finished speaking, he stepped on the wall beside him and flew away.

Only Ye Minghuai and Xiao Cundeng were left holding hands, looking up at the sky where Master had left—the sky was covered by the eaves, and the two knew that after going out from here, they would no longer have shelter.

Ye Minghuai and Xiao Cundeng held hands, looked at the sky for a while, then looked back at his junior brother.

"Senior brother."

"Ok?"

"Why didn't you kill me?"

Xiao Cundeng turned his head, as if he didn't understand what Ye Minghuai was asking, he frowned and looked at Ye Minghuai for a while, then raised his head and looked at Sifangtian.

"Because you're not who they say you are."

"Because." Xiao Cundeng said firmly, "You are just my senior brother."

Ji Zuo's line skills are so good, but such a simple line, he delivered it with a calm breath, is as heavy as Mount Tai.

"You're just my senior brother." It seems that he didn't say it to Ye Minghuai in the play, but to——

"CUT!" Wu Guangji's voice came from a distance.

The fresh winter wind blew across Wang Ping's side face, Wang Ping grabbed Ji Zuo with his fingertips, his heart beating wildly.

·

Wang Ping felt that he should go to Ji Zuo to apologize - after all, he was the one who made his collarbone red.

This is his own problem, not Ji Zuo's.

Wang Ping thought so, but the moment Tang Hongtu caught him to chat about the next scene, Ji Zuo disappeared.

Wang Ping searched the entire set, and found the dressing room next to the Wia team, but finally went a step too late.

Ji Zou's makeup artist put away his things, and when Wang Ping asked Ji Zou, he said blankly, "Didn't Mr. Ji just take off his makeup and leave? Didn't he tell you?"

Wang Ping: "..."

Wang Ping knew he was done for - Ji Zuo was definitely angry.

You must be angry if you change someone! !

My performance today is really unprecedented-put someone else to sleep first-ah bah, what an adjective!In short, it is to make other people's collarbone red first, and then to do things like ignore people for a day.

Thinking about it carefully, going to Tang Hongtu in the end was like a reasonable part of today's series of avoiding Ji Zou.

If you are Ji Zou.

Maybe I won't care about myself anymore.

After Wang Ping returned to the room, he put on a mask according to Ji Zeyang's request. Before putting it on for 5 minutes, he got up from the bed in a disturbed state, grabbed his wallet and rushed to the canteen.

Wang Ping swept down all the snacks he liked on the shelf, bought a big bag, and was going to take it over to apologize to Ji Zuo.

Wang Ping stood in front of the cashier, waiting for the cashier to scan the barcode for him to pay, upset—what if Ji Zuo didn't like these snacks?

Then buy something else.

Definitely have to apologize.

"... Teacher Wang, you..." The cashier looked up at Wang Ping, hesitant to speak.

"What's the matter?" Wang Ping was annoyed, and asked pretending to be a gentleman.

The cashier shook his head lightly—well, although I don't know why the big star would wear a mask to buy snacks, it might be...

Have a good face, let's be willful.

"A total of 360." The cashier finally said.

Wang Ping took out the WeChat payment code, scanned it, and went upstairs with snacks—the elevator broke down halfway, so Wang Ping had to turn to the stairs and climb up.

Wang Ping climbed to the last step, pushed open the security door, and panted for the room card. Before he could get out the room card, he saw the person standing at the door of his room——

Ji Zuo was holding a fast food box in his hand, and was turning around, ready to go to his room.

Seeing Wang Ping, Ji Zuo stopped in his tracks.

"Brother Wang Ping, you...are not in the room." Ji Zuo seemed relieved, and walked quickly towards Wang Ping, "I thought...you didn't want to open the door."

Holding the snacks, Wang Ping stared blankly at Ji Zou, not understanding why he said that.

"Brother Wang Ping, are you...are you angry?" Ji Zou stood in front of Wang Ping, suppressed his anxiety, and forced himself to laugh.

The whole day today, Ji Zuo thought about it carefully.

Originally, Wang Ping came to him because he trusted him to show—who exactly was Ren? When he woke up with a fever and illness, he found the trusted person in his arms, taking advantage of it...

It will definitely be uncomfortable.

"Don't be angry, I will... respect you more in the future." Ji Zuo raised the things in his hands, "I bought you pork knuckle rice! Your favorite braised pork and pig knuckles, add two and a half spoons Green Chili - apologise, or celebrate your start, ok?"

"You...you bought it yourself?"

"……Um."

The light in the corridor was dim, Wang Ping raised his head and looked at Ji Zou's face - the actor Ji hadn't completely removed his makeup today, there was still a piece of liquid foundation on the left side of his face, and the stubborn mascara was still stuck to his eyelashes.

Ji Zuo's eyes were a little red. I don't know if the makeup remover got into his eyes, or he didn't have a good rest these days.

Wang Ping felt that there was a heat spreading from the back of his neck forward, covering the sky and covering the sky, staining the ears, and then, the face, the eyes.

How could there be such a person—tired after taking care of himself for two days, busy with filming for a day, and drove for more than an hour just to buy a meal for himself.

Only then did Wang Ping realize that he still had a mask on his face.

Fortunately, a mask was put on.

Otherwise, Ji Zuo will see Wang Ping's blushing face.

The author has something to say: I made a hey hey laugh.

[Orange Juice apologizes for being busy with something recently hahahaha.When I get home from work overtime, I will comment! ! (づ￣?￣)づ】