The vicious female partner in the pen said she likes me [entertainment circle]

Then help you wipe the vase.

The space in the back seat of the car is not that spacious, it is so cramped that Yue Yan and Lu Qingya can only squeeze together on the same cushion.

The weather is getting warmer, and it already has a bit of summer.Yue Yan wore a pair of thin silk trousers, the thin touch could not keep her body temperature and skin soft.

Her legs were forced to rest on Lu Qingya's legs, and Lu Qingya's knees just touched her knee sockets.In this way, the throbbing pulse rhythm in the socket of her knee naturally bumped into Lu Qingya's leg recklessly, as if her heartbeat spread to Lu Qingya's leg along the soft and smooth skin, crisp and crisp crawl all over the body.

"Yue Yan...Yanyan," Lu Qingya's eyes were transparent even when they turned red, like a pair of crystal clear red glass, "Yanyan, I don't want to joke, stop teasing me..."

After all, the whole person has already collapsed powerlessly in Yue Yan's heart, clutching her clothes tightly and trembling.

Yue Yan hurriedly caught her at a loss, feeling a rush of blood rushing straight to his forehead, as if he was drunk, his reason was crushed by sensibility and cracked, and collapsed at the moment Lu Qingya fell down .

Creators who record their thoughts in the form of words can never get around the poisonous weeds and snakes that grow in the jungle of society.When she was a writer, Yue Yan inevitably had to speak out for those sad things.

For example, the problem of vampire parents; for example, patriarchal couples still want to have sons when they are old, and they are unable to support them when they are born, so they use so-called filial piety or other nonsense to shift the responsibility to the eldest daughter.These things are actually happening in the world Yue Yan lives in, they are reported by the news conference, and they are hated by countless people but they can't be suppressed.

Yue Yan once thought that if the people around him didn't have such troubles, then this matter was far away from him.

Until she actually held a victim in her arms.

"I'm not kidding, I mean it."

Yue Yan's breathing became heavier as he spoke, and he locked Lu Qingya tightly in his arms, holding her cheek so that she could raise her head and look directly into her eyes.

Lu Qingya squeezed out a smile that was more bitter than Huanglian:

"But...but, even my biological parents don't treat me as a human being, and they don't even want me..."

After the words were finished, Yue Yan's warm palm was already pressing on her shoulder.The face with peach blossom eyes bent down, kissed her forehead through the broken hair on the forehead, and said in a low voice:

"They are not human beings themselves, and of course they don't treat others as human beings."

Sensing that the hand holding her clothes was trembling, Yue Yan gently took her hand in his palm, and tightly clasped his fingers, like an elegant gentleman inviting his waltz partner to the dance floor.The space is the stuffy back seat of the car, and the clothes are crumpled ordinary clothes, but at this moment, Lu Qingya is the princess she invited to dance with at the palace ball.

His deer-like eyes suddenly lifted up.Lu Qingya rested his chin on Yue Yan's heart, raised his small face, and confided in a half-crying voice:

"In my whole life, I seldom give gifts to others because I am afraid that others will dislike them."

Then he changed the subject again, hugging Yue Yan's neck upwards, almost kissing his lips and asking:

"Yue Yan, if I give you a gift in return, will you accept it without hesitation?"

A wonderful rhythm throbbed in his heart, hitting his breastbone so painfully.Other people's heartbeat is a deer bumping wildly, but Yue Yan's is a wild horse that has not been tamed going crazy in a cage, full of wildness, conquest, and rebellious resistance trapped by the body.

"I can."

Looking at the person in front of him, Yue Yan spit out these two words clearly.

As if he had made some major determination, Lu Qingya clenched his glutinous rice teeth tightly, tried hard to restrain the scorching breath, and whispered to Yue Yan:

"There's a vase in the trunk, and it's for you."

According to the location she said, Yue Yan reached over the back of the back seat and touched an unopened gift box.I thought it was someone who gave Lu Qingya a gift, but I heard her explain herself:

"I bought this myself, and I haven't had time to dismantle it. Since that's the case, I'll give it to you today."

Open the package and see a white glazed porcelain bottle lying inside.There is no decoration on the body of the bottle, but the fine white like peeled egg white is beautiful enough.The mouth of the bottle is a bit narrow, and the neck is long, like the jade neck of a beautiful woman, followed by the smooth curve of the bottle body like the waistline of a dancing girl.

The only thing that stands out is the cracks that can be seen on the bottle when it is turned over.It's a little hard to imagine that the maker of such a handicraft with such exquisite materials would make such careless mistakes during the firing process.

However, because the porcelain bottle is so beautiful, this scar did not become a defect, but a feature that distinguishes it from other bottles.

"It's been a while, the inside may be dirty," Lu Qingya leaned into Yue Yan's arms, biting his lower lip and muttered, "There is a cleaning cloth in the gift box, wipe it off."

The mouth and neck of the bottle are very thin, and can only accommodate a finger.Therefore, Yue Yan wrapped the fox fur flannelette around his fingertips, took another look at Lu Qingya's flushed face, lowered his eyes and confirmed in a deep voice:

"I reached in?"

Lu Qingya nodded vigorously, trying to answer "Yes", but found that her throat was so dry that she couldn't make a sound.

The fingers wrapped in fox fur are like a cunning and nimble little fox. With a turn of its waist, it gets halfway through the mouth of the bottle, and the delicate soft hair gently brushes against the inner wall of the vase.

The craftsmanship of this vase is very particular, which can be identified from the sound.When the tip of a hard nail accidentally touches the inner wall of the thin neck, a burst of clear voices can be aroused, melodious, soft and elegant, rippling with the frequency of nail contact into a craftsman's heart song.

Probably because of the thickness, the mouth and neck of the vase are narrower than it looks, and Yue Yan needs to rotate his fingers to slowly penetrate in.

The body of the vase is thin and flawless, and she is afraid that it will be damaged. After all, considering Lu Qingya's consumption level, she cannot afford to pay for this vase, so she should be extra careful when handling it.

Seeing her youthful and somewhat rude methods, Lu Qingya also breathed in fear.As the owner of the vase, Lu Qingya of course has a better understanding of the structure of the vase, and knows where the bottom material is weak and cannot withstand vigorous wiping, so he stared at Yue Yan's fingertips and reminded:

"There... lighten up..."

"It's okay, don't be nervous," Yue Yan said in her ear, always paying attention to the strength of his hands, panting from exhaustion, thin sticky sweat leaking out along the lines of his skin, "I, I will definitely not touch bad……"

The fingertips that fixed the bottle body touched the scar. Among the delicate and moist touch, only this one is rough. It seems that the delicately cultivated deer tail lily is inserted in the clay pot, which adds a bit of unique wildness.

I probed inward along the inner wall of the caliber for a while, and touched the weakest part of the bottle without grasping it properly.Lu Qingya's eyes were full of water, and he let out a distressed "hiss", and bit Yue Yan's shoulder reproachfully:

"Can you be careful, this is my bottle!"

Unknowingly, the tone of the speech became heavier.Yue Yan was a little panicked, so she had no choice but to wrap her arms around her waist, and comforted her in a low voice hastily:

"Sorry, sorry... I'll take it easy..."

While speaking in a soft voice, he gently rubbed the tip of her soft ears against her forehead hair, feeling the body of the person in his arms go from tense to loose, and finally melted into his arms like a piece of fudge that melted at high temperature inside.

The neck of the bottleneck is long and narrow, and the fingertips climbed a few inches inward before it suddenly became clear.The space of the bottle body is much more spacious, at least it can accommodate two fingertips overlapping and provoking.

Having seen some expansion packs before, Yue Yan heard that the way of cleaning this high-end handicraft is also exquisite.Gently squeeze and twist slowly, fold the flowers with your fingers, and brush off the dust on the thin and delicate inner wall.She is not very proficient in fingering, and every time she accidentally scratches a weak point, it will arouse the fine resonance between the white porcelain.

The sound of the best porcelain even singing is as clear as spring water, and it is so tender that it seems to be able to ooze juice.

The childish deer is hidden among the jasmine bushes, being played with by the naughty little fox cubs, biting its tail for a while, and licking the soles of its feet for a while.The soft sound of deer comes out from the branches full of jasmine, and even the sound of yoyo is tinged with the fragrance of jasmine.

Occasionally, it touched a flower branch, which caused the breath of jasmine to throb rhythmically.

"Bottle, bottle mouth, be careful, don't squeeze it..."

Lu Qingya was so nervous that his eyes hurt from the sweat, the two of them were too close, and it was unknown whose sweat had soaked into whose skin.

Hearing her reminder, Yue Yan finally reacted, and quickly withdrew his hand a little.In order to be photogenic, her hands have newly made manicures, especially on her index finger, where the newly applied rhinestones have not been smoothed.I didn't notice it just now, but now I saw a shallow scratch on the mouth of the bottle.

"Ah... what should I do?" Yue Yan clenched his palms helplessly. With the flustered emotions and the warming effect of the fox fur flannelette, his fingertips were already covered with light sweat, dripping with water. "It will hurt, right?" ?How to do how to do……"

The porcelain bottle, which had not been opened for a long time, showed some traces as soon as it arrived in Yue Yan's hands.As the owner of the porcelain vase, Lu Qingya didn't blame her much, but leaned on her shoulder a little tiredly, lowered her trembling eyelashes and said:

"It's okay, just coax it."

Yue Yan embraced Lu Qingya apologetically, resting his chin on the hollow of her shoulder and neck, and asked with every movement:

"Then...how, how to coax?"

"Just use your softest place to coax me."

Lu Qingya said softly, brushing her fingertips across Yue Yan's soft chin.She didn't expect the child's face to be so wonderful, probably because the scorching body temperature softened the skin, coupled with the dripping sweat from the inside out, after touching it like this, she felt that her fingertips were covered with a layer of slippery skin. of jade fat.

Seeing that the little guy was still staring at him blankly, Lu Qingya stretched out his fingertips and touched her lips, breaking her mind.

Yue Yan panted lightly, bent down, and slowly kissed along the warm mouth of the bottle.The lips kissed by the hot blood, like comforting a lamb separated from the herd, or like a lone wolf captured and injured in a hunter's trap, dyed the cool white porcelain with his own body temperature.

Her body fragrance is usually not obvious, but at this moment when the temperature of her body rises, the smell of fat and flesh is steaming, and the innate smell of light cream is also steaming.That is the frankincense that has not been covered by the dust of the world after the girl was born.

Milky and sweet.In the sticky air, the smell of jasmine cigarettes collided and entangled with each other.

"Have you wiped it clean?" Lu Qingya kissed the broken hair that stuck to her forehead after being soaked in sweat, "Yanyan, I'm tired, I want to sleep."

"sleep."

Yue Yan didn't have much strength left, slumped on the back of the chair, rubbed the soft hair on top of Lu Qingya's head and said.Seeing that she was talking about going to sleep, but her eyes were heavy but she refused to close them anyway, Yue Yan lowered his head and asked softly:

"what happened?"

Looking at the hand clasped by Yue Yan's fingers, Lu Qingya sniffed, and arched her small face between her shoulders and arms:

"I always feel that everything is unreal... What if I wake up and find that you are not there?"

"Stupid or not? Why do you ask such a question?" Yue Yan chuckled, put his arms around her waist, and moved her up a few inches, "Come on, bite—"

In a daze, Lu Qingya opened her mouth, and before she could say anything, she felt a little softness squeezed between her lips and teeth, and she couldn't help but not bite.

It was the tip of Yue Yan's ear.

Even if Yue Yan was bitten by her, as long as she didn't let go first, Yue Yan would definitely not leave.

Smelling the milk-sweet scent on the tip of his nose, Lu Qingya's heart seemed to have suddenly settled down, and he fell into a peaceful and deep sleep.

……

Almost everyone in the program team thought that He Simiao and Xiao Heng had conspired to confess.

The assistant director asked He Simiao: "Director He, where is Teacher Lu?"

He Simiao glanced over, "Don't look for her, she is experiencing the happiness of King Zhou of Shang."

Deputy director:?

The makeup artist asked Xiao Heng: "Where is Miss Yue Yan?"

Xiao Heng: "Just go find Lu Qingya."

Makeup artist: "But Director He said that Teacher Lu was experiencing the happiness of King Zhou of Shang, so he didn't let us find her."

Xiao Heng thought for a while, put down the work in hand, turned his head and said to the makeup artist seriously:

"Then you can ask Director He, would King Zhou of Shang be called by the fox Ride?"

Makeup artist: ? ? ?

Hearing the news from He Simiao from the filming scene, that Yue Yan got into the car with Lu Qingya in his arms, Xiao Heng understood, and turned around, he silently offered Lu Qingya a stick of incense in his heart:

Please be blessed, Mr. Lu, I think Yanyan's health is pretty good.

I didn't expect these two people to clean a small vase for such a long time. It seems that they are still young. It's good to be young.Xiao Heng sighed in his heart, thinking that the time was almost up, so he sent a message to Yue Yan.

On the back seat of the car, two wet figures lingered together.When the phone rang, he sighed slowly and stretched his waist lazily.

"Hmm... smoke..."

Lu Qingya huddled into a ball, hugging Yue Yan's waist tightly, and rubbed against the face buried deep in the soft flesh of her waist and abdomen.

Yue Yanqiang opened his sleepy eyes, first stroked Lu Qingya's head and said "I'm still here" to comfort him, and then reached for the phone that he had kicked under the seat.The moment she touched the cold phone case, she woke up.

She found herself lying on the back seat, with Lu Qingya pillowed on her lap, the residual heat from her body condensed into water vapor, which fell between the textures of her skin like morning dewdrops.The shirt clips can only keep the hem in place, and the buttons on the top of the skirt are broken one after another, and the sweat-drenched clothes stick to the body, showing a faint pink color.

I... I am a beast!Yue Yan shouted in his heart.She saw Lu Qingya still frowning slightly in her sleep from time to time, thinking that the way she wiped the bottle must be too rude, which made the owner of the bottle feel bad!

Isn't Yue Yan, Yue Yan, just a bottle as white as milk?How come you have never seen the world?Don't talk about Wude!

But since Lu Qingya had already said that the bottle was going to be given to her, she had to treasure it carefully no matter what.Since then, this porcelain bottle has never been damaged in any way.

It was stuffy in the car, so she moved lightly and opened the window a little to let fresh air in.Looking back, he saw Lu Qingya who was still sleeping soundly covered in sweat, fearing that this person would blow off his sweat, he took off his coat and wrapped all the fluffy deer in it.

After everything was settled, Yue Yan turned on the phone screen, and saw that it was a message from Xiao Heng:

【Where are you with Mr. Lu (le)? 】

Good guy, why not leave this doll behind after sending a message?Yue Yan was speechless.Since he asked in one sentence, she answered in one sentence:

【Um】

Xiao Heng replied rather quickly, as if he was waiting with his mobile phone:

【Ok】

Yue Yan: [Okay]

Xiao Heng: 【Okay】

Yue Yan: [Okay!Very wonderful!This life and the previous life have never been so easy! 】

Xiao Heng:【Are you okay】

Yue Yan: [I'm fine, she's a little tired]

I knew you could.Xiao Heng was aroused a little pride by the artists under him, and then replied:

[It's okay, just to see how you two are doing.The program team has finished their meal, if you two are hungry, you can just go outside and start a small stove】

He simply replied I got it, before Yue Yan put down his phone, he felt a cheek rub against his knee.Lu Qingya raised her full eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay, Xiao Heng asked where we are," Yue Yan said, touching Lu Qingya's flat belly with his hands, "Are you hungry? If you are too tired, we can order takeaway."

"it is good."

Lu Qingya replied obediently, with a soft nasal voice while speaking.

Yue Yan ordered fried chicken to take out, and smiled while choosing a flavor:

"I invite you to eat, but you have to kiss me."

Lu Qingya's face was ashamed, and she lowered her eyes and muttered: "You order takeaway, and I will kiss you after ordering."

The shyer she is, the cuter she is; the cuter she is, the more Yue Yan wants to tease her, so she teased and asked:

"Then I called?"

Before Lu Qingya could react, "Scream, you can scream if you want."

Yue Yan: "Did I really scream?"

Zhuo Nongying, who had just come out for a walk after dinner, passed by. Hearing this conversation, Zhuo Nongying said:?

Why do I keep hearing about charges like this?