Long time talent and deep love [entertainment circle]

"Ouba, why aren't you talking?" He Er Chengmao was talking to the phone with his body on his back, and he pretended that he didn't want others to hear him. He obviously turned on the loudspeaker, so how could he not hear it, "Hey, No signal?"

"He Ercheng." Quan Zhilong looked at her helplessly, until she raised her head and noticed him, she could tell from this weird behavior - drink!many!up!

And the others were also talking and laughing, saying that He Ercheng probably had drunk too much, and began to do some inexplicable actions.

He Ercheng looked at that appearance, and said to himself: "Maybe I miss it too much, have hallucinations? I'm drunk." He rubbed his blurry eyes again, "It's not so fast by rocket? From Japan To Korea?"

She poked his face with her fingers in a whimsical way, and held it in her hands again, which was warm: "It's hot and fresh, why did you come back? When did you come back? Oppa, you've been away for too long They, they bully people." He muttered softly, as if he sounded a little aggrieved.

Quan Zhilong moved her hand away, and hung up the phone again: "It's me, I'm back, you drank a little too much...but more than a little bit, you didn't do any of what you promised me." Fortunately, it was When he came back, he was so relieved to drink like this, and fortunately, he could still recognize him.

He Ercheng pursed her lips, hummed, and pointed at the group of people behind, feeling aggrieved: "Don't be angry, they, they forced me." The responsibility was quickly pushed away.

Jiang Zao really has no face to face people, why did he tell the truth, it seems that he really drank too much, his alcohol capacity is a bit poor, and he doesn't care about his senior's face when he speaks.

"So it's true that you're an artist, Quan Zhilongxi?" Someone asked curiously and talkatively, obviously this sentence was superfluous.

"dai~~" Quan Zhilong responded, but He Ercheng just hugged her arms and didn't let go, and she couldn't just take people away as soon as she came. That would not give people a good impression. If she has any temporary things in the future Helping out at work... "She's not very good at drinking, and she was sick before, so she confessed it on purpose, probably because she was too happy, so she couldn't control it." It also gave the colleagues here enough face.

Quan Zhilong broke away her hand again, and said in a low voice, "Wait for me here, and take a rest." So many people teamed up to get He Ercheng drunk, and there were more bullies than few.According to the usual practice, he has just arrived, so he should give the seniors sitting here a full tribute, which can be regarded as his apology for the uninvited guest, especially the uncle next to him—Jiang Zuo.

He Ercheng held the half-drunk wine bottle, knocked his chin and watched his handsome figure circling these seniors, and smelled himself, he was simply an alcoholic.

When Quan Zhilong came back and sat next to him, Jiang Zhuo asked the waiter to hold the cup, but Quan Zhilong took He Ercheng's directly, and Jiang Zhilong filled it up. When he was about to drink, he was stopped by He Ercheng, she Said: "He drives and can't drink." This was said to Jiang Zao.

Snatching the bar from his hand, he drank it down and slurped it with relish, saying, "It's a bit spicy."

"You..." Quan Zhilong couldn't even stop him.

She leaned closer again, covered her mouth, and whispered, "Ouba smells so good, you must not become a drunkard like me."

He smiled and patted her on the back, thinking that it must be uncomfortable. After drinking so much, he also said that he smells good. He probably doesn't know what he looks like when he is drunk.

"Ouba" she approached leisurely, "stomach is a bit uncomfortable", and after she finished speaking, she put on a disgusted look and covered her mouth, very much like the pretended look in Thailand, but the current situation should be very It's hard to pretend.

Quan Zhilong hastily blocked her hand, not letting her let go: "Hold it first." If she drank too much, she would vomit, and this was the first time she vomited.So he got up and helped her go to the bathroom.

After she vomited out, her face was not as rosy as before, but even paler.

He helped her out again, and apologized to the people outside: "She is a little uncomfortable, we have to leave first." So he took He Ercheng's things and left the dinner party.

There was almost enough food on the table, and she vomited all she needed to vomit inside, so there should be nothing wrong with it, this group of people, if it wasn't for He Ercheng's discomfort, he really wanted to pour them all down, and he who killed halfway was not completely If you can't do it, what's the point of bullying a girl who can't drink in groups.

When I was outside, seeing her unsteady body, I became angry when I saw her.He still has to push the box and hold the bag at the same time, so he has no time to take care of her anymore, and he doesn't forget to act like a baby when he drinks too much, just for fear that he will get angry.

"Is this all right?" Quan Zhilong stood, and put his index finger against her forehead to keep her from approaching. Seeing her depressed look, he felt cute and couldn't get angry.

"Ouba, I'm dizzy, I won't lie to you, really." She opened her arms and asked for a hug for comfort.

"Well, I'll take care of you when I go back." He changed his holding hands into hugs, pulled them into his arms, and kissed his cool forehead. It must have been really uncomfortable. Her face was pale, and she might not feel well after vomiting. Take it easy, "Get in the car."

Kim Jonghyun came out from the inside, and when he passed by, he accidentally saw He Ercheng at the door. It had been a long time since he had seen him, and he did not expect to meet him by such a coincidence outside. She seldom came out to eat. She is good at cooking, and she mostly likes to eat at home. , if you are in an outside restaurant, there will be something good or a senior treat.

Just as he was about to approach to say hello, he saw a picture of the couple acting like a baby. First, the boys wouldn't let them get close, and then she opened her arms and asked for a hug. It was a scene of throwing dog food.

When the boy kissed her forehead, he saw the profile of her face.

So, He Ercheng's boyfriend is him?

Kim Jonghyun hurriedly turned the direction and got into the car directly. He couldn't calm down for a long time, as if he saw a picture he had never seen before, how could it be possible?

arrive home.

Probably because of drinking too much, He Ercheng never stopped talking a lot along the way, and even had to respond to everything, otherwise he wouldn't hesitate to talk and ask.

After changing shoes in the hallway and going upstairs, she clutched her stomach: "My stomach feels a little uncomfortable, I don't know why?"

Quan Zhilong put her things back where they were before. Inside the bag were important computers and documents, which were placed on the corner of the door, so they could be seen at a glance.

I went downstairs and soaked honey water again: "I won't give you anything else, lest you feel like vomiting again. First, your stomach is uncomfortable, and you will also feel uncomfortable tomorrow morning."

All the series of reactions are chained, which is normal, and this time she should remember it long.

"It should be fine. I am feeling a little uncomfortable now, my stomach is not bloated, and I am still dizzy. Nothing else." He Ercheng explained in a dazed way, half of the honey water was drunk, and it was returned to him. Li, smelled himself, made a disgusting move again, and never drank again, it smelled so bad.

Just like a drunkard, like a beggar, feeling dirty: "I can't make you hate me, you go away, stay away from me."

"Change your clothes, it will be better." Quan Zhilong threw the pajamas to her, thinking, can a drunkard smell it by himself?It seemed like it was just her own imagination, but in fact he knew best, fortunately, the honey water also filtered out some alcohol smell, and it was not drinking soju, and it was just that one time, and he was not an alcoholic person, "Get up and take a bath tomorrow , it's late now, go to bed first."

He Ercheng hurriedly got up, hugged him from behind who was about to leave, wrapped his arms around his waist tightly, and said in a coquettish tone: "Ouba, don't go, don't go, don't go, okay?"

Quan Zhilong looked helplessly at the cup in his hand, it still had to be washed, but he just put the cup away, and didn't say to leave to go to work, although she liked it very much.

"He Ercheng..."

When He Ercheng heard the sound, she panicked and hugged her tightly again, and said in a waxy voice, "Don't be angry!"

Heh~ Still worrying about him getting angry?That means he is still a little sober, at least he will take his mood into consideration.

"I am not angry."

"I know, you're angry."

"I do not have."

"When you call me by my full name, it means you're angry."

"I always have to wash the cups, why don't you come down with me, forget it, just wash it in the bathroom, do you want to go together?"

So they came to the bathroom together, washed the cup and put it on the sink. She was pressed on her body like a sloth, not letting go for a moment, and followed his footsteps the whole time.

"Is it fun?" Quan Zhilong patted her hand with interest and asked amusingly.

Looking in the mirror, the face was completely covered by the broad shoulders, only the obvious arms wrapped around the waist, motionless.

Quan Zhilong pulled her into his arms, imprisoned her, kneaded her face, and asked dotingly: "Now I just want to have a good rest, it's late, what do you want to do, keep pestering me like this? En?"

She stood on tiptoe, pouted her lovely mouth unpreparedly, and kissed his lips, unabashedly liking her, her delicate hands scratched the neckline with some hesitation: "That's... when I went to Sokcho , I bought something." It seemed a little embarrassing to say it.

"What?" He put his arms around his slender waist with one hand, and moved closer until he felt her breath on his neck, which was obvious.

"It's...the medicine, the one from the pharmacy...that won't make it easy to get pregnant...the medicine, just took it, you said...do you want to...try it?" she whispered, and only he could hear it volume, and the two buttons on the neckline have been undone.

"No, let's go to bed early and go." Quan Zhilong smiled maliciously, as if trying to drive him away.

He Ercheng leaned his head against his chest in disappointment, expressing his feelings: "You know, I have solved your worries and saved you from going to the supermarket or where to buy them. If they are photographed by reporters, what will they write about it? What about me? , no one can pay attention to me, can they?"

Quan Zhilong's memory traces back to that night when she used her private account and uploaded her photo to INS. It seems that this matter has never been brought up to the public. Could it be that after so many days, she still has nothing to do? Didn't find it?How much do you not care about those things on the Internet? If you are completely disconnected from the Internet, that would be fine, and you don't have to watch some bad entertainment reports.

Her small movements were timid and eager to try: "Ouba, Ouba, Ouba..."

"En." Quan Zhilong held her hand, not letting her move, then raised her chin, and now her complexion looks a little better than before, when she first came out of the restaurant, her complexion was really ugly, "Does your stomach still feel bad? "

"Well, there's one more thing, just kiss me, it'll be fine." She frowned, pretending to be uncomfortable, but when she asked, her face suddenly became grim.

"You have a lot of roles tonight..." As he said to stop his pleading mouth, his hands were also tugging at his clothes indiscriminately. After fumbling for a long time, he found that there was still no movement at all, but his buttons were also unbuttoned. Almost, it seems that she is getting smoother.

After cursing a little emotionally, he said, "Why is it so complicated?"

She looked down confusedly: "You bought it, high-end customization, do you want to tear it up?" Seeing how anxious and impatient he is now, "Don't worry, the medicine lasts for 72 hours, take your time."

The author has something to say: Huh~ cover your face, hurry up!