Double Lover [Entertainment]

Room 1104, in Given's bedroom.

The air was quiet.

Jiang Cha threw the small box on the bed, a slight blush appeared on her snow-white cheeks, like a fine brushwork painting on rice paper stained with rouge.She tried to calmly pretend she hadn't done anything, but she was still slightly embarrassed.

He only watched Givenchy secretly from the corner of his eye.

"I brought the medicine."

Given didn't explain too much about the ambiguous little box, he just turned around, squeezed out a small transparent bag from the black travel bag, and shook it: "Three times a day, don't worry."

Worry?

Ginger Tea's red lips pursed, and she wanted to refute.

But she immediately noticed the small transparent fresh-keeping bag.

Against the light, the transparent bag held at least three different pills, capsules, white discs, different sizes, and green.

Why do you have to take so many medicines for a cold?

Doubt is only a moment.

There are too many flashing thoughts, and it is impossible to think deeply about each one.

Jiang Cha said "Oh" with a calm expression, then turned around and said, "Remember to close the window at night, the night wind is cool, don't blow it and get a headache."

Walking to the door, Jiang Cha turned around suddenly.

Given stood where he was, his black and white eyes were staring intently at her, and before he could take it back, he panicked for a moment.

"You just..."

Jiang Cha asked softly, then lowered her eyes and shook her head: "Forget it. It's okay."

A gust of wind blows, blowing Givenchy's curly hair up, the light shines from behind, the thin white jaw is slightly transparent by the light, the beautiful red lips are tightly closed, without saying a word.

Jiang Cha closed the door, and her figure fell into the quiet and ambiguous light and shadow in the corridor.She lowered her head, thinking to herself, what does Givenchy want that box of finger cots for?

She clearly didn't like to use that kind of thing before.

Having a box prepared like this gave her some other guesses.

Will she, will she think...

Use that thing with others.

Jiang Cha's heart tightened, his thoughts were confused, and he really wanted to go back and ask for clarification.

But for some reason, she didn't listen to her footsteps, but she still went back to her room stubbornly and forcefully.

Givenchy's room is at the end of the corridor, with a small window in front of the door.

Ginger Tea's was at a distance from her.

She sighed softly, and put the room card in the closet beside her. When she looked up, she caught a glimpse of a familiar small box out of the corner of her eye.

Ok?

Jiang Cha brushed up her long hair, glanced sideways, her earlobes were like ruby, dyed with heat.

She felt ashamed for a while.

I was just thinking about something messy.

It turns out that every room has a box.

"Remember to put on your pajamas, don't sleep naked, the photographer will follow up tomorrow morning."

The hostess explained to everyone the precautions for the next day, and then asked everyone to go back to their rooms.

A night without dreams.

In the early morning of the next day, Jiang Cha felt his face freeze and woke up from the cold.

In front of him was a magnified face.

Song Yuan.

Photography adjusts focus on the side.

The girl in the quilt was wearing a white bathrobe from the hotel, and the collar was closed just right, revealing a little soft gully on her collarbone and chest.

She blinked blankly at the camera, confused, as if thinking: Who am I?Where is this?

Jiang Cha was awakened in a daze, and looked at Song Yuan with a dazed expression.

"No." Song Yuan handed her a dart, pointed to a plate hanging on the wall, and said, "Which one is tied is which."

Several areas were divided on the disc, Jiang Cha glanced at it, but couldn't see clearly, so he threw it casually.

What is poked is "bite the ear".

What do you mean?

Looking at Jiang Cha's confused eyes on the screen, the camera sister suppressed a smile.

The host held eight room cards in his hand, handed them to her, and said with a smile, "Draw another room card."

Jiang Cha was dizzy, didn't sleep well, and really wanted to get under the covers and sleep.But the photography is still going on, and she doesn't know the arrangement of the program group.

She had no choice but to pull a card out of her hand.

A black card with 1104 written on the gold corners.

Jiang Cha read softly: "1104? What do you mean, whose room card is it?"

The host smiled politely: "Go to room 1104, and wake up the guests in room 1104 by biting their ears."

Jiang Cha suddenly woke up.

whisper?

She glanced out the window.

It was very quiet in the night, the street lights outside were still on, and it was a long stretch, all the way to the horizon.In the deep black sky, there is a hint of fish belly white in the corner, Jiang Cha estimated that it might be early morning.

In the early hours of the morning, three people came into the room.

The host, the follow-up photographer, and Song Yuan.

Song Yuan guessed that he just hit the "ice cube" column and got her room number, so he came to wake her up.

She blinked and looked at the three more people in the room.

The host is always smiling, playing the role of a tool person conscientiously; Song Yuan wanders around her room leisurely, looking around curiously; A tense expression.

"Can you throw it again?"

Ginger Tea blinked.

whisper?This is too ambiguous.

Who knows who lives in 1104.

"Okay." The hostess said: "Everyone has two chances."

Jiang Cha closed her eyes, threw it violently, and made a snap.

There was a burst of uncontrollable laughter in the room.

She opened her eyes.

"..."

Once again, the dart landed firmly on the three words "biting ears".

Jiang Cha lowered her eyes and gritted her teeth.

Fine.

It's impossible to really bite, at worst, it will be misplaced later.

Anyway, I can't see clearly from a distance.

She sat up abruptly.

Go into the cloakroom and change clothes, then go out.

Song Yuan excitedly followed behind her.

The two guests went out, and the host and the eldest sister who followed the filming laughed so hard that they fell down.

"Hahahaha, look at her nervous!"

The host lined up the room cards in his hands, each with a golden 1104 on the corner.

In any case, Jiangcha drew 1104.

This is also a trick of the program group. Only the staff members know about it and cannot disclose it to the guests.

Jiang Cha didn't get enough sleep, so he thought 1104 was easy to pronounce, but he never thought of which guest the familiar house number 1104 belonged to.It wasn't until she looked for it along a series of doors and stopped at the end near the window that she was slightly taken aback.

The whole person instantly woke up.

The number 1104 is clearly engraved on the house number, and next to it is a small half-open window, where the night wind blows gently.

She only remembered that Givenchy's room was by the window, but she didn't remember the room number.

It turns out that 1104 is the room she lives in!

whisper......

It's kind of intimate.

Why did she happen to be drawn, Jiang Cha opened the door while feeling unbelievable.

The room was dark, a person curled up on the bed and lay on his side, the quilt was kicked far away, his slender arms and legs were exposed, hugging the pillow, sleeping peacefully.

In the past, the person lying in that position was ginger tea.

Given likes to wrap a long leg around her waist when she sleeps, and hugs her tightly.At the beginning when I slept with her, Jiang Cha still had some insomnia, but later on, he only felt comfortable.

She really likes the feeling of being needed by her.

Jiang Cha turned on a desk lamp, lowered her head, and looked at her quietly.

What about Sleeping Beauty?

The long eyelashes flutter down quietly, the bridge of the nose is high, the curly hair is messy, but the facial features are neat and clean.

The camera is set up at the door, and the focus is zoomed in.

Jiang Cha leaned over and approached her, her long eyelashes trembling.

She leaned close to Givenchy's ear, and her lips touched her warm earlobe, which was bloodshot, warm, and alive.Gently rubbing, not really biting down.

At this moment, she was pulled violently.

Given hugged her neck, his lips pressed against the center of her eyebrows, breathing quickly and trembling slightly.

"Ginger tea?"

Given called her gently: "Ginger tea."

This sound was very soft, it seemed to be a whisper, with a nasal sound.

Ginger Tea's heart tightened.

But before Givenan had time to really do anything, the light became very bright in an instant.

"Suprise!"

All the lights were turned on, and the host held the small hanging disc, handed her a dart, and said, "Throw it, whoever hits it will be whoever it is."

Given sat up from the quilt, glanced at the disc, without saying a word.

There was low air pressure all over.

host:"......"

Given's dart hit the "ice cube" and drew room number 1102, so he took the ice from the program group and went to Song Baiwei's room.

Song Baiwei saw it was her and thought she was dreaming.

Given's expression was cool, as if he intended to murder.

The next few people didn't get too out of line.The eight people were woken up one by one and gathered downstairs in the hotel.

The sky was getting bright, and the program team prepared a minibus for them. It was just enough for the driver, the eldest sister who followed the film, and eight guests.

The appearance of the minibus is very simple and friendly to the people, and the four characters of the program group "Honeymoon Travel" are printed on the outside, which is very conspicuous.

"The wedding company's car."

Song Yuan looked at the exaggerated four pink cursive characters and couldn't help joking.

Song Yuan and Song Baiwei are somewhat similar, except that Song Yuan looks more lively, her eyes are always bright, and when she smiles, her brows and eyes are curved like crescent moons.

Few girls can be naturally attractive, but Song Yuan can do it.She has a similarity with Song Baiwei: there is no prejudice in her eyes, and it is even higher than Song Baiwei's sense of distance when she looks at everyone - she is kind to everyone, and she doesn't see outsiders at all. One wondered whether she had thought through her words after all.

She wore a simple white T-shirt, which was short, and a pair of aqua blue wide-leg pants underneath, which made her waist look slim and her legs long.The black hair was simply tied into a ponytail to avoid the sun, and he wore a black baseball cap. His eyes were hidden in the shadows, and only the tip of his nose and moist red lips were exposed.

"Do not."

On the other side, the little brother who matched her with CP took a look at her, squinted and complained:

"The wedding company is so shabby, it closed down a long time ago."

After getting in the car, the four women and the four men naturally sat separately. Jiang Cha chose a seat by the window, and Given followed.

In the aisle, she paused.

Jiang Cha was leaning her head against the car window, looking into the distance, under the soft light, her jaw was illuminated slightly transparent, and her skin was like light green jade.The long, soft hair was loose, and the side face was quiet and indifferent, as if he didn't care about Givenchy's intentions.

Given took a step closer, seeing that she didn't respond, he sat down and sat down.

Song Yuan pulled Song Baiwei to sit behind them.

"Drink water?"

A bottle of mineral water passed from behind.

The elder sister who followed the camera sat on the side, and the camera was aimed at them.

Given wears a suspender with black and white wide plaid, which has a strong sense of design. The pure black wide-leg trousers line the legs with long legs and thin waist.The suspenders are attached to the shaved shoulders, and the thin collarbone is extraordinarily beautiful and delicate.The high heels don't need any modification at all, there is just a simple black lace on the instep, but it sets off the snowy feet elegantly and beautifully.

Simple black lace-up high heels with thin heels and delicate white insteps.

She tied her curly hair behind her head in a low ponytail, and the light from the window shone in, outlining her tall nose and thin lips.The long eyelashes droop quietly, and the eyes are slightly closed, as if thinking about something.

Ginger tea on one side tilted his head, closed his eyes, and was sleepy, as if trying to catch up on sleep.

Given's dark eyes turned to stare at her quietly, then stood up, stretched his arms around her, and closed the curtains to block the light.

The movement was very gentle, and did not disturb the ginger tea.

"This is today's task. Are there any volunteers to draw lots?"

The host finally got into the car, holding a box in his arms, and asked with a smile.

Song Yuan stood up abruptly: "Me!"

The luck of this unlucky boy, Song Yuan, has been difficult to explain in words. The shopping mall is full of lottery draws, and he only wins soy sauce and toilet rolls every time; he has bought Coke for more than 20 years, and he has never even won the buy one get one free on the bottle cap.

Song Baiwei looked at her, wanting to stop her.But looking at her niece's cheerful appearance, she opened and closed her lips silently, but she couldn't open her mouth.

Just go with her.

Unlucky and admitted.

Song Yuan stretched out his hand to feel around, and squeezed out a note.

She lowered her eyes, her expression gradually changed from excited to weird.

"Read it."

Someone urged her.

Song Yuan was silent, and had no choice but to read to a row of bold characters printed on the note:

"Do something shocking in public, attract at least 100 onlookers, and raise [-] coins."