After dressing as the partner of a disabled boss

The original body doesn't have much stuff, the dormitory only has a few sets of clothes, a few books, and a suitcase is more than enough.

But during the time the two went back and forth, the blue sky was already covered by darkness, only the last ray of sunlight remained in the gap in the distance.

Wen Zhen dragged her suitcase and strolled among the lights of thousands of houses in the alley.

There is no accurate mobile phone navigation here in the alley, and every time he reaches a corner, he stops to wonder if he is on the right road.

About 15 minutes later, Wen Zhen went back to the bookstore and bumped into Sheng Zhen who was about to go out.

"It's so late, where are you going?" Wen Zhen put the suitcase in the bookstore before coming to push the wheelchair.He was in a hurry to leave, and in April, sweat broke out from the corner of his forehead.

"I'm afraid you won't remember the way, so I want to try my luck and go out to find you."

These words were probably mixed with a bit of intimacy, Wen Zhen listened, and the tip of her ears suddenly became a little blushing.

The night breeze was blowing, he froze in place for a while, then pursed his lips and asked seriously, "Have you eaten yet?"

Sheng Zhen looked up at him, using the angle to take a panoramic view of his red ears, his eyes sparked with interest, "I'm waiting for you."

Wen Zhen frowned and said, "Brother Zhou and I ate outside."

Sheng Zhen didn't raise his head anymore, he lowered his head, hummed and then fell silent.

This image, falling in the eyes of the warm pillow, seems to be lost.

He, who had zero love experience in his previous life, softened his tone at this moment, and asked after discussing, "Let's have some food together?"

Sheng Zhen didn't answer, and just laughed out loud.

"Happy April Fool's Day, Pillow."

April Fool's Day?

No wonder Zhou Chen tricked him into dropping the money when he got out of the car.If he hadn't been sure that he didn't have any money on him, he would have almost believed it.

After reading this, Wen Zhen adhered to the principle of coming and going, and also replied: "Happy April Fool's Day."

"I've eaten, but I left it for you. If you're hungry, I'll heat it up for you."

"no need."

The wheels twirled the pear blossoms scattered in the courtyard, and a round of cold moon hung high in the night sky, with no moon stars and a cool breeze.

Wen Zhen's eyes fell on Sheng Zhen's lap.

In his previous life, he was both a Lexiu and a medical practitioner.Although he can no longer use his spiritual energy, he still keeps in mind those medical notes.

Patients with leg diseases often massage to dredge the meridians, which is beneficial to the smooth flow of joints and Qi and blood.

Maybe give it a try?

Thinking of this, Wen Zhen took action immediately and asked, "Do you mind if I give you a massage?"

"Massage?" Sheng Zhen smiled, a hint of danger flashed in his eyes behind the frame, "Where do you want to press?"

Wen Zhen said solemnly: "Massage can dredge the meridians and promote the circulation of Qi and blood. I have learned some techniques before. If you don't mind, I want to help you massage your legs."

Sheng Zhen drooped his eyes, suppressed the emotions in his eyes, and said softly, "My leg was caused by a car accident a year ago. The doctor said that the chance of standing up is very small."

Wen Zhen was speechless.

The atmosphere between the two gradually became treacherous, and it wasn't until the neighbor's cat howled that Sheng Zhen broke the silence: "It's cold outside, go in and rest early."

"Well, I'll push you back to your room first."

In order to facilitate the entry and exit of wheelchairs, there is no threshold installed in the room, and there are only a few small stairs.

After Wen Zhen pushed him back to the room, according to the habit in this world, he said good night and then went back to lie on his side.

Lying on the messy side, it was clean and warm at the moment, and the quilt smelled of sunshine.

Wen Zhen lay on the bed that he bought with the few hundred yuan he had left at noon, and buried himself in the quilt, thinking with some regret, I can't be in a hurry, I wouldn't have mentioned this matter if I knew it earlier.

But not long after, sleepiness hit him, and he fell into a dream under the gaze of the moon.

the next day.

Because it was the morning scene, Wen Zhen woke up early, didn't even eat breakfast, and went to the set to put on makeup in that second-hand nanny car.

Wen Zhen closed his eyes, his waist was tense, and he let the makeup artist scribble ink on his face.

"Don't you stay up late?" the makeup artist said enviously, "Your skin is so good."

His eyelids were itchy.

Wen Zhen was very ticklish, the corners of her lips that would be pursed into a line couldn't help but upturned, and the small dimples on both sides were also faintly visible.

He resisted the itch and replied, "Stay up late."

Although Yuanshen's character is not good, he is a real drama fanatic. Whenever he accepts a drama, he will stay in the dormitory until late at night, trying to figure out the script.

"That's natural beauty."

The makeup artist continued to move her hands while admiring. After a few minutes, she smiled and said: "Okay, look at the makeup I put on you today, it looks amazing with your face!"

There were other people in the dressing room. Her volume was a little loud, and she immediately attracted the attention of others.

under incandescent light.

Wen Zhen was dressed in a white brocade dress, a silver ribbon was tied around her thin waist, and a prop Xiao was hanging under her body.

At this moment, due to the makeup, her fair cheeks were a little blush, her affectionate peach blossom eyes were shining with water, her straight nose bridge, and her thin lips with a small lip bead were extraordinarily sexy.

Everyone was fascinated, until Zhou Chen broke into the dressing room with a loud voice and called out, "Little pillow, are you ready?" They all turned their eyes away.

"I'm fine." Looking at the man in the mirror, Wen Zhen suddenly seemed to see what he looked like in his previous life.

"Okay, let's go, Director Li is looking for you."

"Ah."

Wen Zhen walked ahead with a calm face, Zhou Chen was a few steps behind, and could vaguely hear the discussion in the room.

"Wen Zhen's appearance just now is too good-looking, you think if I put on that kind of makeup, can I be like him?"

"It's broad daylight, sober up."

"He is born with good looks. Have you forgotten? Although he is often torn apart by fans, few people directly spray him in the face."

Zhou Chen listened, the corners of his mouth curled up.

It seems that it is not the warm pillow that is praised, but him.

On the set, when Director Li saw the warm pillow, a trace of amazement quickly flashed across his eyes.

He threw the steamed stuffed bun in his hand aside and asked, "How did you prepare today?"

Wen Zhen said truthfully: "It should be okay."

Although Yuanshen had already mastered these recitations, he was not lazy. In the past two days, whenever Sheng Zhen opened a shop to read books, he would silently recite his lines and try to figure out the characters.

"That's fine." Director Li turned around and yelled, "Get to your positions and get ready to start work."

The blower starts up.

Warm pillows and clothes fluttering, standing in front of the stage, like a real character in the play.

His lines in this scene are short sentences of a few words.

After the hero and heroine were wounded, the immortal master he played directly erased the memory of the hero and heroine, and brought the hero back to the fairy world.

The hero is talented and intelligent. Although his memory has been erased, he always feels that the master he admires is hiding something from him, and every night, he always dreams of meeting the heroine.

So, after waking up from another dream, the male protagonist came to ask Master Qingyun, asking him to clarify his doubts.

With all the machines in place, Wen Zhen sat on the props, tables and chairs under the curtain, reading the secret books of immortality.

Liang Jinxiao entered through the gate of the palace, stepped forward hesitantly and asked: "I pay my respects to the Immortal Venerable, I have something unclear, may I ask Master to clarify?"

Warm pillow flipping through the action paused, and asked indifferently: "What's the matter?"

"Disciple..." Liang Jinxiao hesitated, "I always dream of a woman recently, but that woman has never met me. I don't know, is it..."

"Kakaka!!!"

Li Jun looked away from behind the camera: "Where is your expression management? Jin Xiao, you are testing now, not being a sneaky thief."

What he said was so straightforward that the smile on Liang Jinxiao's face almost couldn't be maintained anymore.He endured it, and finally said with a forced smile, "Okay, Director Li."

Liang Jinxiao directly forgot the words the second time, and didn't say it until the third time.

The atmosphere of the set is subtle.

The third time, Wen Zhen went down immediately, with a pale face, unable to see any clues, he just said: "It's just a dream."

"But disciple...disciple thinks that woman is very familiar."

"Han Ji." Wen Zhen's eyes gradually turned cold, "The South China Sea is different, you and Han Yu will go there recently."

"The disciple takes orders."

Liang Jinxiao half-kneeled on the ground, but his posture was a bit weird.Sure enough, in the next second, Li Jun stopped directly.

But this time, instead of asking Liang Jinxiao to adjust himself, he directly asked the group performers to correct his kneeling posture.

His limbs were stiff, and during the correction, the blower turned up his sleeves, revealing only a rough bruise on the exposed arm.

The discerning people in the circle knew what was going on at a glance.

The eyes of everyone in the audience were teasing, Liang Jinxiao was a little impatient, he pulled back his sleeve, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you ready?"

"Okay, okay, Brother Xiao, you continue." The group performer hurriedly stepped off the stage.

"Kneel down and try to get it once." Li Jun shouted loudly.

"it is good."

Sit on the pillow warmly.

Liang Jinxiao half-bowed, face down, clenching his teeth.

After another 2 minutes of stalemate, the morning scene ended.

"Keep your form after the game." After finishing speaking, Li Jun said to Wen Zhen, "Today's form is good, and we will continue to maintain it tomorrow."

Wen Zhen nodded: "Okay, Director Li."

Although there is only one shot tomorrow.

He has very few roles, and it should be over in half a month.But the salary can only be obtained after the production is completed. His whole body, including the money in his mobile phone, is not enough to add up to one hundred. He can't wait.

"What's wrong?" Seeing him in a daze, Li Jun asked.

"It's okay." Seeing the group performers waving fans in the distance, Wen Zhen asked in a flash of inspiration, "Director Li, how do the group performers in our play get paid?"

"Ah? For this kind, it's only one hundred a day, usually on the same day."

one hundred?

Wen Zhen's eyes lit up, and he had an idea in an instant.

The author has something to say: Poverty Pillow: You Can Have 100 Yuan!!!

Mr. Sheng: Actually.. (hesitant to speak)

Thanks for watching =3=

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!