Idols are duplicity every day [Entertainment]

"It's a little weird."

Bian Xinghuo held the phone, looked at Lu Jiaxi who was filming not far away, and said to Ren Jiaying on the other side of the phone.

"What's strange?" Ren Jiaying's voice sounded a little absent-minded.

"Jiaxi has been a little too nice to me recently," Bian Xinghuo said.

"Oh, that means I like you." Ren Jiaying continued to be absent-minded.

Bian Xinghuo lowered his eyes and pondered for two seconds: "But when I was young, Jiaxi was so kind to me."

"Oh, that means I don't like you and treat you as a friend." Ren Jiaying was still absent-minded.

Bian Xinghuo frowned, did not continue, but asked, "What's the matter with you?"

"What's wrong with me, I'm fine." Ren Jiaying's voice seemed to come back to life.

"Very good? Of the five documents you sent to me yesterday, three of them had obvious errors, and one even had a wrong signature. And now, you called to say that there is a company report, But what did you say just now? The oil price in Kyoto has risen by a dime, and the old man picking up trash at the door of the company hasn’t come for three days. Why do the female staff at the front desk wear purple lipstick every day? Are you sure you’re okay?”

Ren Jiaying was silent for a long time, unable to hold back a word.

"At the beginning, you said that you were sure you had thought it through, and asked me to call Chen Xu to help you speak clearly." Bian Xinghuo was concise and clear.

"What, why are you talking about this when you have nothing to do? What does this have to do with the purple lipstick on the front desk receptionist?" Ren Jiaying's voice sounded a little flustered.

"Then what does the work item you want to report to me have to do with the rice in Kyoto, the man who picks up the rags at the door, and the receptionist at the front desk?"

"Of course! How sad is it that the price of rice has risen? How much I miss the uncle who I saw every day suddenly stopped coming? The poisoned lipstick at the front desk has seriously affected my work mood!" Ren Jiaying was filled with righteous indignation.

"Ren Jiaying, is it because I have assigned you too little work and you are too free?"

Ren Jiaying was at a loss for words, and before he had time to say anything, Bian Xinghuo interrupted him mercilessly: "Let's not talk, Jiaxi is going to finish filming, email me for work matters, if it's about Chen Xu, I'll let you know at night." Call me again."

After finishing speaking, Bian Xinghuo ruthlessly hung up the phone.

Recently, the weather in Linhai City has also started to fluctuate. Although it was still hot and sunny in the afternoon, there was a heavy rainstorm and the temperature dropped sharply.

It just so happens that there is a scene in the rain where the hero and the villain confront each other, and the whole group attaches great importance to it, trying their best to go through it as much as possible.

With the sound of "click", Bian Xinghuo rushed into the rain with a towel in his arms, wrapped Lu Jiaxi in his arms, and returned to the crew's shed with his arms in his arms.

There were two night scenes in the evening, and there was only half an hour in between for Lu Jiaxi to fix her hair and change her clothes.

Bian Xinghuo wrapped Lu Jiaxi in his clothes and wiped his hair and face twice, then handed over the prepared clothes, and when he came out after changing, he immediately connected the hair dryer to blow his hair.

Assistant Lin Zixu was still looking for him a change of clothes in a pile of clothes in a panic.

Lin Zixu sighed, it was another day when he wanted to walk Jiaxi's assistant.

After blowing Lu Jiaxi's hair, Bian Xinghuo immediately brought the brown sugar ginger tea he had just prepared and handed it to Lu Jiaxi to keep warm.

Lu Jiaxi didn't take it, but took the hair dryer, and pressed Bian Xinghuo on the seat: "Your hair is soaked, didn't you notice it? Why didn't you come out with an umbrella just now, just ran out with a towel like that?" ?”

Bian Xinghuo sat obediently, but did not answer Lu Jiaxi's words, but still handed over the brown sugar ginger tea: "Mr. Lu drink it first, and I can blow my hair myself."

Lu Jiaxi still didn't answer: "You drink first."

Bian Xinghuo held the brown sugar ginger tea without moving for a long time, at this moment Bian stretched out a hand: "Since you two are so polite, how about I drink it?"

Lin Zixu smiled and leaned in between the two, his wet clothes had changed, but his hair was still wet and dripping.

And his assistant was still looking for the hair dryer in a panic.

Lu Jiaxi slapped Lin Zixu's hand off: "Your assistant didn't pick it up for you?"

Lin Zixu looked up to the sky and sighed, "Not really."

"That's not for you to drink, I'll ask your assistant to make it for you later." He raised the cup to Xinghuo's mouth, "Drink some, you can't catch a cold."

"Mr. Kelu..."

"It's such a big cup!"

"Okay, Mr. Lu." Bian Xinghuo obediently took a small sip and drank it.

Seeing this, Lu Jiaxi laughed, almost humming music happily.

He turned on the hair dryer to blow Bian Xinghuo's hair, and when his fingertips ran through Bian Xinghuo's hair, he realized that Bian Xinghuo's hair was unexpectedly soft.

Lu Jiaxi had blown Xiaoyang's hair when he was a child, and Xiaoyang's hair was also very soft, because of malnutrition, it was a little yellowish.

Bian Xinghuo's hair is very black.

Two people drink ginger tea and blow their hair, the match is natural and harmonious.

Lin Zixu stood by the side for a long time, looking back and forth between the two of them for ten rounds, before waiting for the assistant who asked him to find the hair dryer, he waited for a shocking and wonderful idea.

"If you think about it, he's always been nice to me."

Bian Xinghuo and Lu Jiaxi seem... to be fine all the time, right?

That is simply, there is no good word to describe it, it is completely meticulous, like a mother taking care of a baby in all aspects.

"For this kind of person who has someone in his heart, treat him well, and treat him subtly."

Lin Zixu began to frantically recall all the things he had with Lu Jiaxi in the past few years in his mind.

Will Lu Jiaxi take the initiative to blow someone's hair?

Not to mention taking the initiative, whoever dares to ask Lu Jiaxi to help blow-dry his hair, it will be considered light if the head is not knocked off.

Thinking about it this way, Lin Zixu began to feel more and more weird.

For example, Bian Xinghuo used to go out to buy this and that during lunch break, but these two days it has become Lu Jiaxi running to buy, and then Bian Xinghuo hastily followed.

The key is that if you don't give him food or drink after buying it, it's annoying.

Another example, taking the present as an example, Lu Jiaxi's eyes are so damn gentle!

How could he have been blinded by lard a few days ago and didn't see it?

No... actually... oh my god

Lu Jiaxi turned her head after blow-drying Bian Xinghuo's hair, and saw Lin Zixu's face wrinkled into a bitter gourd.

"No, isn't it just a cup of brown sugar ginger tea? Why does your expression look like I have pulled all the ambiguous people in your WeChat into a group and put them together?"