Bow down for beauty every day [entertainment circle]

The weather forecast said an orange rainstorm warning for today.

There is a meeting in the office, and in the middle of the month, all the managers of the company have to make a routine report on the artist's work progress.Song Qingwan sat in the room and looked out at the fog and rain, she was a little distracted.

It was raining heavily, and in this top business district, there were very few pedestrians on the road.There was a strong wind on the street, and the billboard not far away was blown straight to the wall.The treetops were blown to one side, and the leaves were washed to the ground by the rain.

With such a heavy rain, shouldn't it be a phone call to remind the children to pay attention to safety when going to and from get out of class.

With the phone in hand, the screen turns on and off, turns off and on again.Song Qingwan was not in the mood to listen to what they had to say, but she never made a call from the mobile phone she was holding in her hand, and never even sent a message.

It's been like this these days, over and over again, if there is no one to talk to around, I will miss her.

When I think of a child, I want to send her a message, but countless words are deleted after typing.I am afraid that it will disturb her study, that it will disturb her getting along with her classmates, and that she will disturb her rest.In short, I was afraid of disturbing her at any time, so I never sent a message.

"Song Qingwan, why didn't you give me the plan for Liu Qiaonan's next development direction?" Xu Yuan, relying on her identity as the operation director, looked domineering there again.

Song Qingwan has long been used to her temper these years, and her eyes gradually shifted from the window back to the office. She looked at Xu Yuan, a little casually, "Director Xu, you are so forgetful. As I said last time, my artist I am solely responsible for it."

"This is your workflow, everyone is the same." Xu Yuan continued to criticize tirelessly.

Xu Yuan has gone too far this year, and seems to be desperate to drive her out of the company.She also thought of many ways before, but she didn't succeed.Right now, Song Qingwan is not in the mood to argue with her.

"Okay, I'll make up for it when I'm free." She reopened the phone page, suppressing the boredom in her heart.

After a while, a WeChat message suddenly popped up on the page.

[It's your little candy: Sister, are you off work yet? 】

Song Qingwan's eyes were fixed on the page, it was Tang Zhen's message, and it was the first time she took the initiative to send her a message.

These are just a few simple words, Song Qingwan read them over and over again.She sat on the chair, pressed her left elbow on the arm of the chair, and rubbed her lips back and forth with her fingers.

After thinking for a few seconds, she lowered her head and replied:

[Breeze sends the evening: um]

Almost as soon as it was sent, the other party seemed to be staring at the mobile phone waiting for the message. Song Qingwan saw "the other party is typing..." displayed on it just after sending it.

The other party has been typing for a long time, Song Qingwan's eyes have been staring at the chat box on the mobile phone page, it seems that writing stops there, and the display box is paused, as if there is endless words to say.Her whole heart was raised to her throat, half holding her breath, waiting for the news.

What will she write?What will you say to yourself?Or is she running into something that needs to be addressed?

In a short period of time, just tens of seconds, Song Qingwan kept guessing.

After a while, she finally sent it.

[It's your little candy: It's raining a little outside, I'm downstairs in your company, can I come up? 】

Song Qingwan stared there stupidly for two seconds, the storm was raging outside the window, how did this kid come here from such a far away place!

Is she crazy? !

Song Qingwan didn't know if Tang Zhen was crazy, but now she felt that she was going crazy.The meeting was still going on, Song Qingwan pushed away the chair and stood up, collected the mobile phone and the documents on the table, and rushed out to the door.

Xu Yuan stopped her: "Song Qingwan, you're still in the meeting!"

Song Qingwan stopped and pointed to her watch, "Director Xu, it's time to get off work."

Regardless of Xu Yuan's ugly face, Song Qingwan walked towards the stairs after finishing speaking.As soon as he went out, he heard the sound of the table being slapped heavily from inside.Song Qingwan restrained her expression, she didn't care what Xu Yuan was going crazy inside.She quickened her pace and headed straight for the elevator.

Song Qingwan went downstairs in a panic, got out of the elevator and pretended to be calm and walked towards the door.

After walking a few steps, I saw the child standing at the door, standing there with a distant back, rubbing his arms from time to time, looking at his phone from time to time, repeating this, anxiously and patiently waiting for a reply.

Where she was standing, a puddle of water had already opened up on the ground.Song Qingwan walked a few steps closer, seeing that she was soaked through, her mood was extremely complicated.

"Sister?" The kid happened to turn around, and when he saw her, his face burst into a smile.

Her hair was all wet, and she wore long trousers and short sleeves, and she was wearing very thin clothes, dripping with water.The water droplets fell on the ground, Song Qingwan felt her heart was completely chilled.

"Why don't you open an umbrella?" She asked, her face not looking good.

Tang Zhen immediately became aggrieved, his eyes rolled around, and he lowered his eyes not daring to look at her, "The umbrella broke when we were halfway there."

Seeing her being so aggrieved, Song Qingwan felt as if a big rock was pressing down on her heart, and she was really blocked.She wanted to hug her very much, but she couldn't do it. This is the downstairs of the company. During off-duty hours, people come and go, and people they know at any time will pass by.

She asked her, "What are you doing here?"

Tang Zhen pursed his lips, raised his head, his face had just been soaked by rain, and there were still drops of water on the little fluff.Her face was pale from the cold, and she was shaking all over, "I miss my sister."

The gentle words fell into my ears, a little childish and sweet.The wilderness in my heart is irrigated with the rain outside, summer has come, and the seeds in my heart have already sprouted.

Song Qingwan raised her head, feeling that she really fell on this person.

She reached out to hold her and led her into the building, "Come up with me."

Tang Zhen was held by the hand and followed her staggeringly. She lowered her head, but the corners of her lips seemed to have been smeared with honey, and she was almost fainting with joy.

I feel in my heart that although Jin Yu is stupid and naive, the method mentioned is really useful for Song Qingwan.

The two entered the office, and Song Qingwan closed the door.She doesn't like to work in the same office with so many people. This is her own independent office, which has existed since she joined the company, which is different from other brokers.This kind of special treatment made other people feel uncomfortable with her, but she didn't care, as long as she felt comfortable.

Song Qingwan took out a towel from the small cabinet in her office.It is her habit to keep towels ready, and she feels that she can always use them.Now, that's it.

The white towel has not been opened since it was bought.

Song Qingwan tore open the packing bag very rudely, threw the bag aside casually, and walked straight to Tang Zhen.

Tang Zhen was held by her and sat on the sofa.

Song Qingwan opened the towel, sat sideways beside her, and leaned closer to her.She did not pass the towel to the child, but directly covered her head with the towel, then gently wrapped her hair, wiped and massaged her to absorb moisture.

Suddenly being covered with a towel, Tang Zhen quickly closed his eyes in fright.After the towel was lifted, she secretly opened her eyes and peeked at her again.Miss Song seemed very angry, but her movements were still very gentle.

Tang Zhen sat up, not daring to move, and obediently let her wipe the water droplets off her head.

Then gradually, the towel was wiped all the way from the wet hair, and when it touched his body, Tang Zhen felt that his whole body was going to be fired up, and shivered violently.

Seeing this, Song Qingwan asked her, "Is it cold?"

Tang Zhen smiled and said, "No, it's not cold."

Song Qingwan wiped her face with a livid face. The more she wiped her body, the more she felt something was wrong.The little girl's skin was fair and tender, and red marks would easily appear if the hands were a little heavy.

Faint red marks were imprinted on her fragile skin. After Song Qingwan calmed down, she felt as if she was thinking about something indescribable.

Thinking of this, she let go of her hands in a panic, and stuffed the towel into Tang Zhen's hands, "You are such a big person and you will be drenched in the rain like this, you wipe it yourself."

These words sounded a bit resentful, as if she was venting her anger, or angry at herself.

After finishing speaking, Song Qingwan hurriedly stood up and left the position closest to her.She poured a glass of water from the side, took a sip by herself, to keep herself from thinking about it, then poured a glass of warm water from the water dispenser, brought it to Tang Zhen, and put it on the table for her.

Holding the white towel in his hand, Tang Zhen glanced at her secretly.

Miss Song seems very angry...

But this kind of anger is a little different from last time in the office.Does she care about her a little bit?

While wiping his body, Tang Zhen lowered his head and remained silent, like a child who has made a mistake.But she had no intention of admitting her mistake at all, instead her mind was occupied by the person in front of her.

"I don't have a change of clothes here. You can dry them a bit, and I'll take you back first." Song Qingwan returned to her desk, tidied up the documents on the desk, and then took her slip from the side Shoulder bag, flipped through the car keys inside.

"Yeah." Tang Zhen obediently agreed, not daring to say more, for fear that he would reveal his secrets.

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Not long after, Tang Zhen succeeded in bringing Miss Song home as planned.

When Song Qingwan came to this apartment again, she still felt very strange.Tang Zhen has lived in this place for a short time, but it is still cold, making people not want to get close.

Everything in the room was neatly arranged as she had seen it last time, and all the objects were just dead objects, lying there motionless, and there was even a thin layer of dust on the corner of the table. A little breath of life.

Song Qingwan asked Tang Zhen to take a hot bath first, and she walked around the room for a while, only Tang Zhen's bed showed signs of being passive, she seemed to be living here very cautiously.

After glancing around, Song Qingwan walked to the refrigerator door and opened the freezer. The things inside were still neatly arranged, and not many things had been moved.She looked at the date and threw some expired items away.

"It's really a child, and it doesn't know how to take care of itself." Song Qingwan sighed.

At this time, Tang Zhen came out of the bathroom.She was wearing thin pajamas, and she was wiping her hair with a towel wrapped around her head.She is barefoot and walks lightly.

"Sister." Just after coming out of the bathroom, Tang Zhen still had a nasal voice when he spoke.

Song Qingwan turned to look at her when she heard the voice, and closed the refrigerator.Tang Zhen's little face was wrinkled into a ball, and there were layers of mist in his eyeballs, so he couldn't see any energy.

"What's the matter?" Song Qingwan walked towards her.

Tang Zhen rubbed his hair, touched his little face, and said aggrievedly, "Sister, I seem to have a fever."

Song Qingwan only felt a sudden "buzz" in her head, she walked forward quickly, stretched out her hand to stroke Tang Zhen's forehead, subconsciously brought her face closer, and pressed it against her forehead to measure her temperature.

Her lips were soft and warm, pressing against her hot forehead.Her breath is very close, already the distance from face to face, you can feel the smell on her body, it is still the faint fragrance of roses in the middle of the night.It's very close, and the taste is very clear.

This move, even Tang Zhen was a little unexpected, her mind seemed to be disconnected, she stood stiffly in place, her eyes were wide open, but her expression was dull, and there was no light in her eyes.

Tang Zhen felt that his whole body was really going to burn now.

"Why is it so hot? Let's go to the hospital." After speaking, Song Qingwan took her hand and was about to leave.

Tang Zhen was still standing there, not being pulled by her.

Seeing her motionless, Song Qingwan frowned, and asked anxiously: "What's wrong?"

Tang Zhen reluctantly spoke after a while, "Sister, I don't want to go to the hospital."

The child's mood was very low, his voice was hoarse, and it sounded sad, which made people feel distressed.

Song Qingwan put her feet back when she was about to go out, and she stood opposite her and looked at her.After hesitating for a few seconds, she agreed, "Okay, I won't go."

Don't go if you don't want to go.What she wanted, even if it was the moon in the sky, she wanted to take it off for her.

Song Qingwan called the doctor she often contacted and asked him how to deal with it.After asking, she went to look through the cabinet again.After searching for a long time, I couldn't find it, so I called Du Cheng again, and finally found the medicine box.

There are some regular medicines in the medicine cabinet, including fever reducers and a thermometer.She looked at the date and instructions, then called the doctor again and asked again to confirm.

Tang Zhen was a little dazed from the fever, she went into the bathroom by herself and found the hair dryer to dry her hair.

After a while, Song Qingwan came over with hot water and antipyretics, and Tang Zhen looked at her with embarrassment.Song Qingwan handed it to her, but Tang Zhen frowned and refused to take the medicine for a long time.

"What's wrong? Are you still afraid of taking medicine?" Song Qingwan raised the pills and water glass.

Tang Zhen felt that he was groggy, his whole body seemed to be studded with shot balls, and he couldn't move.She looked at the small pill in Song Qingwan's hand, and then looked at her sadly.

"Huh?" Song Qingwan handed the pill to her mouth.

The slender fingers dangled in front of her, the palms and nails of the palms were slightly red.Tang Zhen lowered his eyes and looked again and again, then lowered his head.She stretched out the tip of her tongue to lick her fingertips, and took the pill from her hand.

Afterwards, Tang Zhen felt that he was really lowered for doing such a thing.She quickly covered herself, stretched out her hand and immediately took away the cup in Song Qingwan's hand, drank it as if nothing had happened, and swallowed the pill.

Song Qingwan froze in place, just now she clearly felt her soft lips covering her.

It seems that I started to think more again.

After she took the medicine, neither of them mentioned what happened just now.Song Qingwan took her hair dryer first and asked her to sit on the small plastic stool in the bathroom.

There was a gleam in Tang Zhen's eyes, and he sat down obediently.

This time, Song Qingwan was blowing her hair.Recalling that before, when the kid was blowing her hair, his movements were cautious, nervous and restrained.The current child, sitting on a chair with his legs crossed and hugged, is so soft that it is unbelievable.

The warm air from the hair dryer sprayed on the neck, which was very comfortable. Sitting in the chair, Tang Zhen felt a little sleepy just after taking the medicine.She touched her hands and feet, and she could clearly feel her body temperature rising.

The hair dryer made a "squeaky" sound next to her ears. Tang Zhen felt that she was becoming more and more dazed hearing the sound, but she could only hold on to prevent herself from falling asleep.After finally abducting Miss Song, I can't fall asleep right now...

Song Qingwan's movements were also very light, and the sound of the hair dryer was so loud that it gave her a headache.

The little girl's hair was very soft, black and dense. She didn't know how long she had blown it, and finally dried her hair. Looking down, the little girl fell asleep with her eyes closed.

This can also fall asleep, but I am really confused.

Putting down the hair dryer in her hand, Song Qingwan reached out to put her hand on her shoulder, then hugged her and hugged her in her arms.She moved very lightly, and when she carried Tang Zhen to the bed, she was still gently and slowly, not impatient at all, for fear of waking her up.

Put Tang Zhen carefully on the bed and cover her with a quilt.

Song Qingwan stretched out her hand and touched her forehead again, the high fever has not subsided.She got up to get the thermometer, but just as she stood up, the hem of her clothes was suddenly pulled.

When she lowered her head, she saw the child's sleepy eyes and frowning.She turned sideways weakly, her eyes were a little distracted, and she murmured in a low voice: "Sister, don't go, okay..."

The child was sick, and his nasal voice became heavier, and his hoarse voice was a little milky, which made people's bones crumble.Song Qingwan turned back, bent slightly and pulled her hands away from her clothes, and gently put her hands back on the quilt.

Tang Zhen pursed his bloodless lips, and the little finger under the quilt still hooked her vigorously.

"I'm not leaving, be good and sleep a little longer." Song Qingwan sat down beside her again.

During this burst of comfort, the child began to drowsy again.

Song Qingwan sat on Tang Zhen's bedside, looking down at her.When children sleep with their eyes closed, they are always very quiet.She has a well-crafted skin, which is enough to make people's eyes shine.

Seeing this, I couldn't help stretching out my fingers.

Song Qingwan lightly sketched her facial features on her cheeks. Now this little face is still a little baby fat, but the edges and corners of the facial features have already emerged and are very moving. Within two years, this face is enough to amaze many people.

She thought, this face should not get tired of looking at it for a long time.

I don't know how long after watching it, Tang Zhen fell asleep again, and Song Qingwan just got up from the bed.

Walking to the window, the downpour outside the window has gradually turned into light rain.The sound of rain is still "tick-tick-tick", thin and thin threads, and the summer rain is continuous.She stood outside the window and watched for a while, then looked at the little girl who was sleeping peacefully on the bed, thinking for a while.

When Tang Zhen woke up, it was already night.She opened her eyes, the room was pitch black, and Miss Song had long since disappeared.She hammered her head angrily, blaming herself repeatedly for not living up to expectations, for such a good opportunity, she actually fell asleep!

Reaching out his hand to turn on the bedside lamp, the room was filled with warm orange light, dim and dim, and Tang Zhen felt groggy all over himself.She got up from the bed and let out a long sigh.

Sure enough, the person was gone.

After getting up from the bed, Tang Zhen planned to go to the bathroom to wash his face to make himself more comfortable.I haven't been sick for so many years, and this sudden encounter is really a bit overwhelming.

Open the door of the room, the light in the living room is still on.

Tang Zhen suddenly opened his eyes very wide, and went to test his speculation in a nervous mood.

"You're awake." Seeing Tang Zhen coming out of the house, Song Qingwan put down the computer in her hand, then got up and walked to the kitchen, "I cooked you porridge with preserved egg and lean meat, you go sit on the sofa Come on, let me get you a bowl."

Hearing the familiar voice, the children felt that they were still dreaming.

She stood there dumbly, and Song Qingwan called her over again, "Go and sit over there, there is a thermometer on the table, you can measure it yourself."

"Okay." Tang Zhen walked over obediently and sat down on the sofa.

There is a laptop on the table, next to the thermometer.She looked over there, and automatically saw the pages of the laptop.The opened page is full of dense documents, including planning proposals, audition drafts, and various summaries, which seem to be quite complicated.

Tang Zhen took the thermometer and asked, "Did sister go back?"

Song Qingwan put a bowl of porridge in front of Tang Zhen and put it on the table.She glanced at the notebook on the table and knew that Tang Zhen was asking this, so she explained: "No, the notebook belongs to Du Cheng, and it has been kept in the master bedroom."

Tang Zhen lives in the guest bedroom now. Song Qingwan wanted her to live directly in the master bedroom before, thinking it would be more comfortable.Tang Zhen himself disagreed, saying that the room was too big and insecure, so he chose a smaller guest bedroom to live in.Tang Zhen has been living here for several days now, but she hasn't even entered the room next door. It seems that she really hasn't wandered around this room.

Tang Zhen nodded, and handed the measured thermometer to Song Qingwan.

Song Qingwan took it over and took a look, "The high temperature has come down, and there is still a little fever, you should pay more attention to rest."

These words fell into my ears, no matter what, it seemed like an exhortation before I left.

Tang Zhen immediately stood up from the sofa, crossed her hands and fingers, a little panicked, "Sister, are you leaving?" She quickly pointed out the window, "It's still raining outside, why don't sisters leave tonight , is it okay to live here?"

"Okay, I'm not leaving." Song Qingwan picked up the porridge on the table and handed it to her, "Eat some first."

Tang Zhen didn't reach out to pick it up, but clasped his hands behind his back, his eyeballs moved around for a while and then fell on Song Qingwan again, then he was embarrassed and said coquettishly: "I want my sister to feed me. "

The sweet voice, softly, slipped into the ears, and seemed to go directly into the heart.Song Qingwan only felt that her whole body was numb and numb, and her breathing felt a little heavy.

The author has something to say: Sister Song: Damn, who can handle this!

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Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: XK threw a mine.

Thanks to the little angels who contributed the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Muqi House, 10 bottles of Tranquility and Zhiyuan.

Thank you all, love you all >3