sweet peach [entertainment circle]

Quan Zhilong was so angry that he smiled helplessly, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he patted Han Muzhao's shoulder again: "Wake up, Mumu, we are going back."

Han Muzhao was still in a daze, raised his hand and scratched his head, then sat up with his eyes half-opened, groped for his shoes on the ground, and finally stepped on the inner side of Quan Zhilong's thigh, he was unprepared and sat directly on the on the carpet.

Only then did Han Muzhao open his eyes, his mind cleared up instantly, and he hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Quan Zhilong pulled her hair helplessly, got up and patted her on the head: "It's past five o'clock, we should go back."

Han Muzhao stepped on his slippers and followed behind him and asked, "Where is the fish my brother caught? Let's take it away!"

"En." Quan Zhilong picked up the keg: "Find a place to eat tonight."

Han Muzhao stepped on his slippers and followed Quan Zhilong to the cockpit in a "slap-tap-tap" manner: "Where are we going to eat at night?"

"I don't know." Quan Zhilong started the yacht, raised his hand to look at the time: "But they said that they want to rent a villa to hold a party at night, and they can have BBQ then."

Han Muzhao nodded and looked out the window: "The sun is about to set, this day flies so fast."

When the yacht arrived at the pier, the sun was already setting. Quan Zhilong handed the small bucket to the agent, and then helped Han Muzhao's hand to let her off the boat. The agent said: "They have already gone to the villa, which is not far from here. ,Let's go."

When they arrived at the villa, the others had already drunk it, and they were dancing disco with music in full swing. Fortunately, this is a single-family villa, so they are not afraid of disturbing others.

Han Muzhao's head hurt a little, she didn't want to drink, so she asked Quan Zhilong to carry a bucket of fish to the grill to be in charge of grilling the fish.

When it was just baked, a lot of people were attracted by the aroma, there were only six small sea fish in total, not enough for Quan Zhilong to eat.

Holding a bottle of beer, he stood beside Han Muzhao and sighed.

Han Muzhao's headache was getting worse and worse. He must have caught a cold when he slept in the cabin in the afternoon and was blown by the wind.

She sat listlessly on the seat, with her head down, dizzy, her arms and legs began to hurt, she was sweating profusely on a hot day, and the air was not very good, which made her feel nauseous.

Han Muzhao felt that he couldn't hold on any longer, so he raised his head and looked around for Quan Zhilong, only to see him walking over, half squatting down: "What's wrong?"

"Brother, I seem to be sick." Han Muzhao said in a low voice, "My head hurts and I feel dizzy. It should be heatstroke."

Quan Zhilong frowned: "Go to the hospital?"

Han Muzhao didn't want to trouble others, he shook his head and said, "No, I want to go back to the hotel."

Quan Zhilong felt really uncomfortable seeing her, so he stood up and asked his manager to contact the car, and everyone who was having a good time just surrounded her, Jon sat beside her and hugged her, Han Muzhao said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry .”

"What's there to be sorry about? I'll accompany you to the hospital later, Zhilong is a man after all, and he's not easy to show up on that occasion."

Han Muzhao was also polite and nodded.

After that, Quan Zhilong was absent-minded, stopped drinking, and sat on the sidelines waiting for Jon to send him a message about Han Muzhao.

He was relieved to learn that Han Muzhao had started the infusion.

He blamed himself for not taking good care of her.

Han Muzhao stayed in the hospital all night, and only went back to the hotel to rest the next morning. She was too embarrassed, and because Jon hadn't had a good rest all night, Jon told her not to worry, and sent her back to the hotel before leaving.

Compared with last night, Han Muzhao was in much better spirits. She took a hot shower first, changed into pajamas, fell on the bed and fell asleep directly.

This time she slept until it was dark again before waking up. There were several missed calls on her mobile phone, all of which were from Quan Zhilong. She was in a deep sleep, but she was not woken up.

Sitting up, Han Muzhao called Quan Zhilong back: "Brother."

"Wake up? How are you feeling?"

"It's much better." Han Muzhao rubbed his stomach, "I'm just a little hungry."

"Wait, I'll ask my manager to buy dinner, and I'll send it to you later."

Hanging up the phone, Han Muzhao yawned, and then got off the bed. Feeling much more comfortable, he did a simple set of stretching exercises, walked to the living room and opened the sliding door. Outside was a small balcony, and the hot air rushed in for a moment. , she immediately retreated to the room and closed the sliding door, sat on the sofa and played with her mobile phone.

After less than 10 minutes, the door was knocked, Han Muzhao ran to the door barefoot to open the door, Quan Zhilong came in sideways carrying a bunch of things, and the first sentence was: "Go put on your shoes."

Han Muzhao responded, and went back to the sofa to put on his slippers. Quan Zhilong took out all the packed food: "I happened to find a restaurant opened by people from country Z. I bought porridge and vegetables. Try it and see how it tastes." Sample."

"Will brother eat with me?" Han Muzhao was really hungry: "What dishes do you have?"

Quan Zhilong nodded: "There is some kind of porridge with preserved eggs."

Han Muzhao's eyes lit up: "Is there preserved egg porridge here?"

"En." Quan Zhilong helped her open the lunch box: "Eat it while it's hot."

After speaking, he sat cross-legged on the carpet, opened his porridge and ate it.

The dish was still Kung Pao Chicken. As soon as Han Muzhao opened it, she was swallowed by the smell. The nearly 24-hour fasting state made her very hungry, but even so, she ate slowly, not too greedy. quick.

After a long period of fasting, you should not be too anxious to eat.

The two finished their dinner quietly, Han Muzhao asked while tidying up, "What did brother do today?"

"I'm staying in the hotel too." He paused, "I'm worried about you."

Han Muzhao didn't know what to say, so he kept silent. Quan Zhilong continued, "I blame me for not taking good care of you. I should have built something for you at that time."

"It's not my brother's fault, it's my own inattention. What about the others?"

"I went out to participate in the music festival again." Quan Zhilong opened a video for her to watch: "It's all crazy."

Han Muzhao nodded after looking at it, and Quan Zhilong stood up and sat on the small sofa: "Do you want to go for a walk? It's cooler now, and you'll get a headache if you're bored in the hotel."

Han Muzhao felt that his body had recovered, but he didn't know why, he was always worried about what to do if the two of them went out alone and had an affair.

Quan Zhilong knew what Han Muzhao was worried about: "Don't think too much, it doesn't matter even if you are photographed, it's just a trip between friends."

Han Muzhao felt that what Quan Zhilong said was reasonable, and she was not afraid of being attacked by black fans or fans at all. Thinking this way, Han Muzhao stood up and said, "Wait for me to change my clothes."

She walked into the small bedroom and closed the door. She chose a long black dress without any patterns on it. It had a simple suspender waist design, paired it with a pair of white sandals, tied her messy long hair into a high ponytail, and wore a mask. Just go outside.

Quan Zhilong was already waiting at the door. He was still wearing warm-sleeved shorts, a fisherman hat, and an unshaven appearance. With one hand in his pocket, he followed Han Muzhao to the elevator.

Although Cuba's ultraviolet radiation is very strong, Han Muzhao not only did not get tanned at all, but still glowed as white as before. Quan Zhilong could even see her pair of butterfly bones.

Han Muzhao is really too thin.

They said they were going for a walk together, but the two kept walking one after the other, neither far nor close. Han Muzhao looked at his mobile phone and walked towards the busiest night market in Cuba. Quan Zhilong followed for a while, feeling that no one noticed. , and then walked and chatted with Han Muzhao.

Arriving at the night market in Cuba, it is very lively, with people of various faces and nationalities. The left side of the road is full of vendors selling small commodities, and the right side is full of street food.

Han Muzhao was immediately enticed by the grilled seafood at the first restaurant, even though it was less than an hour since she had just finished eating.

Seeing her appearance, Quan Zhilong suddenly remembered that his own iye was like this when he wanted to eat snacks. He couldn't walk anymore. With a cigarette in his hand, he stood directly in front of the stall and said to Han Muzhao: "Eat it if you want to eat it." .”

Han Muzhao felt that her self-control was really failing recently. She seemed to be hungry a lot. Looking at the sizzling oysters on the grill and the store's special seasoning, she nodded: "I want to eat two oysters. .”

Quan Zhilong added a lot of things. After ordering, he went to sit at the table behind the small shop. Although it was open-air, the environment was good and the table was clean. Han Muzhao propped his head and took out his mobile phone to take a selfie.

Quan Zhilong put his head into the camera after seeing it: "I want to shoot too."

Han Muzhao had no choice but to take a few group photos with him. The light was not very good, but the distance between the two was very close, shoulder to shoulder, and Quan Zhilong wanted to put his hand on his shoulder, so he held back because he was afraid of being beaten.

He ordered a lot of seafood, in addition to oysters, abalone, and pippi shrimp, there was even a big lobster, which weighed more than three catties, and was wrapped in banana leaves and roasted in a special stove. It has the umami taste of lobster and the fragrance of banana leaves. No need to dip it in any seasoning, the lobster meat is fresh and sweet.

Han Muzhao, who said he only ate two oysters, accidentally ate too much. She didn't touch the whole lobster, and Quan Zhilong peeled it for her.

By the end of Han Muzhao's eating, her lower abdomen was protruding, and she stared down at it unrequitedly. This was the first time she ate like this for herself.

Quan Zhilong looked at her, smiled and said: "Seafood is fine, not afraid of gaining weight."

Han Muzhao sighed, stood up to pay the bill, but was stopped by Quan Zhilong: "How can I get girls to pay? I'll do it?"

Han Muzhao glanced at him: "Brother, have you brought cash?"

Quan Zhilong paused when he took out the card, and asked the boss: "Can I swipe the card?"

The boss gave him a look like he was looking crazy: "No, you can't swipe your card on this street."

Quan Zhilong: "..."

Han Muzhao opened his small backpack, took out cash and handed it to the boss: "They are all small businesses, how can they run a POS machine?"

Quan Zhilong took back his black card, raised his hand and scratched his head in embarrassment: "Okay."

The two walked along the street, and there were many shops selling small accessories. Han Muzhao was not interested at first, but when they passed by a shop, the owner was sitting behind the booth doing handwork. This is a shop selling woven bracelets. It has the style of ancient Babylon, and most of the color matching and bracelet styles are not repeated. There are few things, but they are all beautiful.

Han Muzhao squatted in front of the booth with his skirt tucked away. He caught sight of a woven bracelet with complicated patterns and asked, "How much is this?"

The shopkeeper looked up and said, "Five yuan!"

Quan Zhilong on the side also squatted beside Han Muzhao, and picked out a black and white bracelet. Han Muzhao glanced at it: "Brother, do you like it? I'll give it to you!"

After she finished speaking, she picked out several bracelets, checked out together with Quan Zhilong's, and put the first bracelet on her hand, very satisfied.

"The things in this small shop are so beautiful!" She said to Quan Zhilong, "I like it very much! The price is not expensive!"

Quan Zhilong's bracelet was the same style as Han Muzhao's bracelet, but the color was different. Scheming Dragon put on the bracelet for himself and nodded: "It's really good."

Han Muzhao didn't pay attention to Quan Zhilong's small movements at all, and walked around for a while, feeling that he was not as strong as before, so he went back to the hotel with Quan Zhilong.

The two little girls not far away chattered for a while, but took out their mobile phones to take pictures of Quan Zhilong and Han Muzhao's backs, and put them on their ins.