After the movie, she teased me under the guise of teaching drama [entertainment circle]

On the first night Duan Mengzhu and Yang Kunyu lived together, even though Yang Kunyu covered her with a quilt, she still caught a cold.

Yang Kunyu woke up in the morning and sneezed several times, her head was groggy, and she wanted to get up to make breakfast for Duan Mengzhu, but she only sat on the sofa for a while, and fell asleep when her head tilted up.

Duan Mengzhu was quite tired from work these days, so he fell asleep until eleven o'clock, and when he left the bedroom yawning, Yang Kunyu was only wrapped in a towel, and fell unconscious on the sofa.

She glanced at Yang Kunyu speechlessly, told her to sleep on the bed last night, and ran out to sleep on the sofa again this morning. She didn't know what this person was thinking.

"Hey, get up, don't sleep," Duan Mengzhu yelled at her a few times, see? She moved her eyelids and went to wash up.

In the end, Duan Mengzhu had finished washing, but Yang Kunyu was still lying on the sofa without moving.

She stretched out her hand and patted Yang Kunyu's face. The palm of her hand felt very hot. She took back what she was about to curse, and shook Yang Kunyu's head and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Yang Kunyu? Yang Kunyu?"

Calling her name was also indifferent, Duan Mengzhu put his hand on her forehead and touched it, hissing, it was so hot, and she had a fever.

Duan Mengzhu cursed secretly, she was really a crow's mouth, and whatever she said could come true, she quickly went to get the anti-fever medicine that was always on hand, opened Yang Kunyu's mouth, and forced her to gulp it down.

After feeding the medicine, she dragged her into the bedroom, covered her with a quilt, turned up the temperature of the air conditioner, and filled a basin of water to wipe her forehead to cool off.

After tossing and tossing for an hour, Duan Mengzhu finally had some time to go and get a thermometer. When he tested it, it was 38.6°C.

I don't know if this antipyretic has any effect. Duan Mengzhu cools her down with a wet towel and feeds her warm water. It lasted until noon. She was so hungry that she was exhausted, so she ordered a takeaway. I asked the courier boy to stop by and buy some antipyretics.

The doorbell rang, and Duan Mengzhu got up and went out to get takeaway. Just after lunch, Yang Kunyu raised his heavy eyelids with difficulty, groped to get out of bed, and walked out of the bedroom naked, "Why am I in bed again?" sleep."

"Fuck, Yang Kunyu, you're a pig, you've been burnt like this, why are you walking around without clothes on?!"

Duan Mengzhu hurriedly put down the chopsticks in his hand, pushed her back to the bedroom, lifted the quilt and stuffed her into the bed, wrapped her up, and saw the obedient eyes of the man in the bed, and the anger in her chest When they dispersed, she was discouraged, so she could only tell, "Don't move around, I'll feed you after I finish eating."

"Okay," Yang Kunyu just stared at the door of the bedroom eagerly, hoping that she would come to accompany him soon.

The first thing Duan Mengzhu did when she went out was to buy several sets of clothes for Yang Kunyu and ask them to deliver them to her door. She really couldn't imagine seeing a beautiful woman's naked body again when she was eating well.

Really speechless, she picked up the boxed lunch in front of her and finished it in three or two bites.

Duan Mengzhu tidied up the mess on the table, picked up the white porridge in the insulation box next to it, opened it, and saw that there was a lot of hot air rushing towards his face.

It shouldn't be cold, thinking, she went to get a spoon, and then carried the lunch box into the bedroom.

The person on the bed was staring at her intently, and Duan Mengzhu said to her angrily, "I didn't listen to you when I told you to put on the quilt properly. It's so troublesome to have a fever, and I didn't even have breakfast."

Yang Kunyu blinked at her, said for a while, "I'm sorry, I've troubled you."

Duan Mengzhu pulled the chair and sat on the edge of the bed, scooped up a mouthful of porridge and handed it to her mouth, "If you think you are troublesome? Get out early, don't get in my way at home?"

Yang Kunyu opened his mouth to take it, and swallowed it a little gulply, then immediately opened his mouth and let out a breath, "It's so hot, so hot."

How stupid, why is it so annoying to have a meal? Don't worry, Duan Mengzhu thought, sighed silently, put down the lunch box, took the water glass next to the bed and handed it to her mouth, "Drink some water."

See Yang Kunyu? Her expression is not very good, she is choking on saliva, coughing non-stop, "cough cough..."

Duan Mengzhu rolled his eyes, and helped her calm down, "Yang Kunyu, where's your brain, is it burnt out?"

"No? It's still there," Yang Kunyu breathed out, thinking about the series of cerebral palsy operations she had just done, she was so embarrassed that her toes almost scratched the bed sheet.

"Eat quickly," Duan Mengzhu saw that she was a little normal, and picked up the lunch box to scoop a spoonful of porridge for her, and fed it to her mouth after blowing it cold.

Yang Kunyu drank the porridge with a dull head, took advantage of the gap, and asked her with his fingers on the bed sheet, "Do you have any sugar at home?"

Duan Mengzhu thought for a while, "Yes? Ah, what's wrong?"

"Can you add some sugar to the porridge?"

The air froze for two seconds, Duan Mengzhu saw her pitiful look, and went to the kitchen to get sugar.

She thought, probably the fever is not very normal?

When Duan Mengzhu came back with a bag of white sugar, Yang Kunyu's eyes lit up, staring at the sugar, almost drooling.

"Is it enough to put this much?"

"Two more spoonfuls."

"Okay," Duan Mengzhu added two spoonfuls of sugar, and asked again, "Do you want more?"

"That... add another half spoonful."

"..." Duan Mengzhu looked at her, "Yang Kunyu, do you want candy or porridge?"

Yang Kunyu plucked up the courage to look at her, her face flushed, "I want to."

Well, Duan Mengzhu was completely speechless. He picked up a spoon and added another large spoonful of sugar, then stirred the sugar and porridge evenly, and fed it to her in small sips.

Yang Kunyu explained while drinking porridge, "I like to drink sweet porridge since I was a child. I can't eat it without sugar, and I feel sick. I want to eat sweeter porridge to feel better."

Duan Mengzhu nodded according to her intentions, give? She kept feeding the porridge, "Okay, okay, what you said is right?"

Yang Kunyu pushed her hand away from the porridge, a little angry, "I'm really normal, I'm not stupid, don't look at me like that."

"Well," Duan Mengzhu simply put down the spoon and looked at her seriously, "Then give me an example to prove that you are still normal."

Yang Kunyu tilted her head and thought about it, "My education? I graduated from Qinghua University majoring in business administration."

"That doesn't count, and I don't know what you've studied, and I can't test your knowledge," Duan Mengzhu looked at her with his arms around his chest, thinking to himself, her education is quite high.

"Then..." Yang Kunyu suddenly sized her up and down, with a gleam in his eyes, "I still have a way to prove that I am normal, but I need your cooperation."

"what?"

On the second day when Gu Ziyan came to the capital, Director Liang considered that everyone was exhausted and hadn't recovered yet, so there were relatively few scenes this day, and the shift ended at four o'clock in the afternoon.

Fan Junxiu went straight back to the hotel to sleep. Most of her friends were in Hong Kong. Although she was popular in the mainland, she didn't have anyone who needed to visit or visit her class. These two days were quite leisurely.

"Yu Jing, go to Peng Peng's crew, the address is...", Gu Ziyan looked at her phone, "It's a bit long, I'll send it to you."

"it is good."

An all-black commercial vehicle slowly drove out of the film crew. Gu Ziyan slept late last night, so she's closing her eyes in the backseat of the car to rest her mind.

Yu Jing saw Gu Ziyan in the rearview mirror, leaning on the seat exhaustedly and dozing off, she thought, last night there was probably another [-] rounds of fierce fighting... How can this body take it.

During the day? I worked hard on the set, and I couldn't get a rest when I went home at night. I really feel sorry for Ziyan.

With a long sigh, Yu Jing withdrew her thoughts, concentrated on driving, and arrived at Peng Yuru's crew four or ten minutes later.

"Ziyan, we're here." Yu Jing parked the car and took out her mask and sunglasses.

Gu Ziyan rubbed her temples, took the mask and put it on, casually put the sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, then opened the car door and walked out.

The guard of the crew had seen many celebrities, and although he guessed that she was here to visit the set with her outfit, he still stopped her mercilessly.

"The crew is still filming. If you are here to visit the set, you can only go in after we notify the actors to come out to pick you up."

"Then please tell Peng Peng that Gu Ziyan is waiting for her outside."

The doorman picked up his notebook and pen and was about to register, when he suddenly thought of something, he stopped writing, looked at the woman in front of him in surprise, and said, "You are... Gu Ziyan? "

"Well," Gu Ziyan smiled slightly, and pulled down the sunglasses for? He looked at it, and then pushed it up again.

The doorman hesitated for a while, then turned around to get another notebook, "I like watching your TV show very much, and my daughter likes it too, can you sign me?"

Different from the previous registration book, this book is brand new, with a cartoon pattern on the cover of a girl. It looks like a notebook that he is about to take home for his daughter.

"Yes," Gu Ziyan took the notebook, signed her name on the title page, and asked again, "Do you need me to write a blessing for your daughter?"

"Well, just? Write 'Happy every day?'," the doorman uncle rubbed his hands and smiled happily, "Thank you."

"It's nothing to worry about," Gu Ziyan handed the book to him, "How long will they play?"

The doorman put away the notebook and thought for a while, "It's hard to say, some are late and some are early, why don't you go in first, don't disturb them filming and it will be done, I will guarantee it for you."

As he spoke, he opened the retractable door and asked her to go in sideways.

"Thank you then."

Just like that, Gu Ziyan brought Yu Jing into the crew successfully. Along the way, the staff were all busy with their own affairs, and no one took a closer look at who they were.

They went round and round and finally found the shooting location.

Speaking of which, Gu Ziyan hasn't seen Peng Yuru filming a costume drama before, and when she sees her dressed up like this, her eyes are full of amazement.

Red lips like fire, green eyebrows like black, there is no extra decoration on her head, but everything complements her temperament even more outstanding.

In the screen, Peng Yuru played the role of the queen, and this scene was filming the prince and the emperor who secretly went to the harem to meet her after discussing matters.

"My minister sees? Empress Empress."

Di Xing was originally thin and thin, a little taller than Peng Yuru. Now wearing the prince's loose robe, he looked even thinner and more pitiful.

The empress waved her hands away from the maidservant, pinched his sleeves and helped him up, "Between you and me, please don't be bound by these red tapes."

"Yes," the prince stood up, and sat side by side with the queen at the table, "Today, my minister and the emperor..."

The queen raised her hand to cover his lips, "I don't want to talk about this with you today, this palace."

"Then what does the empress want to talk to this minister about?" The prince turned his head and looked at him, the empress looked at him as if admiring a piece of peerless jade, so he held his breath and let her examine it carefully.

"Yinhe, don't you know what I mean?"

The queen called him by his real name, and did not refer to him as "my palace" any more. A look of obsession appeared on her noble and glamorous face.

"I don't know," the prince lowered his head in a panic, with complicated emotions flashing in his eyes.

The queen suddenly chuckled, as if she was mocking him for not being able to face up to her feelings, and also as if she was laughing at herself for falling in love with such a weak man.

The prince secretly clenched his fists, and a look of determination appeared in his eyes.

"Yinhe," the queen called the prince's name again, raised his chin, looked at his pale lips with a trace of sickness, and lowered her head.

The prince looked at her with trembling eyelashes.

As they approached, Gu Ziyan clenched her hands on the sidelines, her nails stuck in her flesh? She didn't know it, her heart was tense, and her chest felt as if it was blocked.

The queen turned slightly to block the camera, the prince pushed her hand away from his chin, put his hand on the queen's shoulder and pushed back.

There was a muffled sound when the back was pressed against the wooden table, and the teacup fell to the ground with a clang.

Shoulder to shoulder, palm to palm.

The sound of kissing lips and teeth, and the sound of small panting.

The camera shot two people from behind? The entangled backs of the clothes, coupled with the hints of movements and voices, made people?

Director Zhang stood outside the field and looked at the camera with a satisfied expression. See? The scene was almost finished, so he shouted, "Cut!"

Peng Yuru immediately pushed Di Xing away, put away his confused eyes, and raised his sleeves to stand up, but his face was still a little crimson, and his lips didn't change at all, even the lipstick didn't come off at all.

Because they borrowed their seats, they tried to imitate their voices several times, otherwise it would have been too late.

Di Xing followed her out step by step, and saw a particularly eye-catching figure in the crowd from a distance. He looked carefully and found a somewhat familiar figure, but he couldn't see the face. He thought to himself, this who is it?She looks like a beautiful woman, if only she could take off her sunglasses? That would be fine.

As soon as he thought about it, Gu Ziyan stared at him, and the coldness locked on him through the sunglasses, and his goosebumps suddenly arose when he examined him.

Di Xing felt his scalp go numb, and quickly grabbed Peng Yuru's sleeve, "Mr. Peng, under the tree in front of you on the right, there is a man wearing sunglasses and a mask. It's scary..."

Listening to his description, Peng Yuru looked in that direction. Yu Jing saw? She looked over and nodded with a smile, but Gu Ziyan next to her didn't have the slightest intention to take off her sunglasses.

This is... She skipped work to see me, Peng Yuru was very happy.

As Di Xing spoke, Peng Yuru had already broken free from his restraints and walked over there with a smile on his lips.

"Hey, Teacher Peng, don't go there, she might be a paparazzi."

Peng Yuru was grabbed by his sleeve, helplessly looked back at him and explained, "It's not a paparazzi, it's my girlfriend."

He pulled Peng Yuru like this, and was patronized by Gu Ziyan's eyes several times, his back felt cold, so he quickly let go, "Oh oh"

Her girlfriend is... Teacher Gu!Thinking about it, Di Xing's eyes lit up, his eyes flicked between the two, and he smiled with a naive look on his face. The villain in his heart shouted crazily, kdlkdl!

However, when he was excited, he came back to his senses. Mr. Gu's cover-up was so obvious, why did Sister Peng recognize it at a glance?

Could it be that this is the secret signal between the legendary lovers?When Di Xing thought about it, he showed a silly smile again.

Peng Yuru walked over there in three steps, two steps at a time, her pace was a little hasty, Tang Xue followed her and started trotting with the hem of her clothes up.

Come closer, see Gu Ziyan? Is there no trace on her lips? The traces of being kissed, the tense muscles have relaxed a lot, unconsciously thinking of the kiss scene between herself and Fan Junxiu last time, no wonder she would be so jealous, if it was replaced by I may not even be able to calm down and listen to the explanation.

Thinking about it in another way, can you really find it? Many people don’t have it? Considering this point, Gu Ziyan reflected on herself.

Peng Yuru didn't stop until he walked in front of her, looking at her happily, with bright eyes and a smile.

Seeing her... well-behaved appearance, Gu Ziyan lost her temper. She took a step forward, secretly held her finger hidden in her sleeve, and glanced around. There are already several working people. The staff looked over here.

Gu Ziyan squeezed her palm, and simply took off her sunglasses and mask, "I'm starting early today, so I stopped by to see you."

As if no one was around, Peng Yuru leaned over to her mouth and left a lip mark, put his arms around her waist and hugged her into his arms, "Yeah. However, I have a night show today, so it might be late. "

Hiss, a group of staff around them covered their cheeks with sore teeth.

Di Xing clutched his heart and slumped on the rest chair. It was too sweet, so sweet that it was difficult to breathe.

Being watched by a group of people, even Gu Ziyan blushed a little. She pushed Peng Peng's shoulder lightly, but instead of pushing it away, she was hugged even tighter. Peng Yuru lowered her head and wanted to kiss her lips.

Gu Ziyan hurriedly turned her head away to avoid her kiss, "You think too much, I won't wait for you to go to the show, I'm going to a dinner later, maybe I'll come back later than you. "

Peng Yuru also felt the eyes on them, and knew that she was shy, so he stopped kissing her, and hugging her was fine.

"What dinner?"

"Hmm... my teacher's 60th birthday party," Gu Ziyan originally wanted to take her to meet her teacher, but she regretted that she had a show tonight.

"Then will you go drink?" Peng Yuru remembered? She drank too much that time and threw herself into her arms? Calling Dad...

"I will drink a little, don't worry, I won't get drunk."

It doesn't matter if you're drunk, it's really cute when you're drunk, but being drunk hurts your body, Peng Yuru struggled between reason and reason, and finally worried about her body, and asked, "Drink less."

"Ah."

The two of them just hugged and hugged each other openly and honestly. The advantage of going public is that they don't have to hide from the paparazzi, and they can abuse single dogs recklessly.

Director Zhang has watched the replay three times. Seeing that they haven't shown signs of separation, he clicked on this morning's replay, planning to watch it again, anyway, it's not too late.

Peng Yuru let go of her reluctantly, "Okay, it's time for me to go filming, let me know before you leave."

"Well, you go."

Gu Ziyan straightened the messed up collar for her, turned her head to look at the staff eating melons around her, smiled, and then suddenly tiptoed to touch Peng Peng's lips.

The sudden kiss made those who were obsessed with smiles unresponsive. Looking at the two people who had separated, they cursed in their hearts that they were seduced by beauty and missed the opportunity to secretly take this photo.

When Peng Yuru returned to the set, Director Zhang was looking at the camera and was working hard. Di Xing also collapsed on the chair and was hit hard by the double sweet blow.

"Director Zhang," Peng Yuru waited for him to finish watching this clip, and asked him aloud, "Did we pass that one just now?"

"It's over, of course it's over!"

"Then when will we start filming the next one?" The implication is, finish the filming early and go home early to accompany the old woman.

"Ah," Director Zhang rubbed his chin and thought about it. Gu Ziyan has come to visit the set, so it's better to let the two of them go home and be sweet, "We won't shoot, and the night scene will be moved to tomorrow? Night."

Peng Yuru looked at him with some doubts, why did he suddenly say no to filming?

"Look at the day," Director Zhang pointed to the two dark clouds floating in the sky, "it's a sign that it's going to rain, so let's shoot again tomorrow."

Peng Yuru actually went to see it. There were only two clouds in the sky. Although they were thicker and a little darker in color, they wouldn't rain, and at most they would be overcast.

Well, since Director Zhang has said so, she can't refute the family's face, so she can only agree.

Gu Ziyan just sat on the recliner brought by the staff when she saw Peng Yuru walking back.

"Director Zhang said that today's night show will be moved to tomorrow night."

"That's right, you and I will go to the dinner party," Gu Ziyan got up and held her hand, and the two of them walked to the dressing room together.

"To be your dance partner?"

"of course not."

"What is that and in what capacity?"

"My future wife."

"..."

After the two walked into the locker room, the staff immediately put down their work and took out their mobile phones to get together in twos and threes to share the photos they just secretly took.

Wang Wu: "Wow, Li Si, how did you take this photo?"

The photo is of Gu Ziyan standing on tiptoe to kiss.

Li Si: "I just kept staring at Mr. Peng, and when I saw Mr. Gu approaching me, I quickly took a picture."

Zhao Liu immediately came over, "Let me take a look."

"Cough," Zhang Daoban walked over with an open face, "Don't get together? Hurry up and pack up your things and get ready to get off work."

"Okay, Director Zhang."

The big guys quickly dispersed, thinking secretly, Director Zhang didn't say this? Keeping it secret, does it mean that you can post on Weibo?

In the locker room, are the two assistants sensible? Follow up and leave a private space for them.

Peng Yuru sat on the chair, Gu Ziyan lowered her head and took off the decoration on her head. After taking off the last hairpin, a black hair poured down and draped obediently on her shoulders.

"Okay, you get up? Come on, I'll help you undress."

"Hmm." Peng Yuru got up and stood in front of her.

Gu Ziyan pinched her belt to untie it, took it off and put it on the hanger, and then helped her take off her outer robe, one by one, leaving only a close-fitting piece of cumbersome ancient clothes...

Inside was the looming spring, Gu Ziyan swallowed secretly, pretending to be serious, and wanted to help her take off the last one.

"I'll do this myself," Peng Yuru squeezed her hand on his waist, "Can you turn around?"

"Why turn around? It's not like I haven't seen it."

"But..." Peng Yuru opened his mouth, his expression changed, he hesitated to speak, "It's nothing, just help me take it off."

After saying this, she closed her eyes resignedly.

Gu Ziyan pinched her skirt and pulled it to the two sides, exposing her snow-white skin to the air. Although she had seen it many times before, it was the first time to take a closer look without any distracting thoughts.

Gently taking off the last piece of clothing for her, Gu Ziyan went to fetch her underwear to help her put it on.

"I'll do it myself."

Peng Yuru hurriedly snatched the clothes from her hands, turned her back to her, and hurriedly tried to put them on, but the buckle on the back was fastened for a long time, but she couldn't get it right.

Gu Ziyan chuckled, she became even more flustered, her fingers moved like they couldn't control her, it was so embarrassing.

"Let me do it," Gu Ziyan held her fingertips and helped her fasten the buckle.

The slightly cool fingertips slid across the warm skin.

Although he stumbled and finally put on his clothes, Peng Yuru's face was already as red as a boiled prawn.

After changing her clothes, but she hasn't removed her makeup yet, she has to trouble Yinghou Gu to do it herself.

Gu Ziyan took the cleansing cotton and dipped it in cleansing water, pressed the cleansing cotton with her fingertips and put it on the side of her face, leaned closer, and wiped it gently one by one.

The hot breath hitting Peng Yuru's face made her heart beat faster and her breathing became a little heavier.

After applying foundation, it's time to apply lipstick.

Gu Ziyan changed to a clean makeup remover cotton, and stared at her red lips with some interest. It was well applied, and she was a little bit reluctant to wipe it off with her own hands.

Even though she thought so, she stretched out her magic claws to the two red lips, and put her fingertips on the makeup remover sponge.

After the makeup remover melted away the lipstick, she began to ravage the softness of those two pieces.

The back of his hand brushed Peng Yuru's chin intentionally or unintentionally, and the hanging hair also scratched the side of her face, itching.

Really, unbearably itchy.