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"Xiaotao, where are my earphones?" Seeing the transcribed text, Tang Anran asked Jing Xiaotao for her own earphones.

Jing Xiaotao handed over the Bluetooth headset box, "Here it is, for you."

Tang Anran put on the earphone in his right ear, and listened to Su Qingji's words again.

The background sound on the set was a bit noisy, but her pleasant voice flowed out, as gentle as if she had just tasted cotton candy.

The soft-spoken "Good" at the end was too obvious a foul, and it made people feel itchy in the ears, and Tang Anran felt that she was going to blush again after being teased by this sound.

The assistant was still at the side, Tang Anran pretended to be calm and took a sip of soy milk to cover it up.

She gritted her teeth on the straw, and secretly slandered: Didn't this woman never talk to her before? How could she be so good at flirting?

Thinking of Su Qingji's ability to make himself blush with just a few words, Tang Anran sighed softly in his heart: Forget it, I can't compare, the difference between myself and this stunner seems to be too much.

She took a sip of soy milk rather displeased.

But... this is too unfair, why is she the one who blush every time?

snort!

Thinking of this, Tang Anran put down the soy milk, moved her fingers and typed a few words, trying to win the round.

On the set, Su Qingji was about to hand over the phone to Xi Zhu for safekeeping, but when she saw a message coming in the dialog box, she retracted her half-stretched hand.

Xi Zhu took it empty.

The news sent by Tang Anran was reflected in Su Qingji's eyes.

【Shoot well, be good. 】

【[Touch your head].jpg】

Seeing this, Su Qingji suddenly smiled inexplicably.

Xi Zhu stood aside, waiting to pick up the phone, and saw his boss smiling generously.

Look at those eyes with clear eye makeup.

Tsk, the pampering in it is a bit "blatant".

You don't need to look at Xi Zhu to know who is in the phone, she waits patiently, this ration is real.

All departments are almost ready, and all the staff are "looking forward" to Su Qingji.

Han Shanwen saw that she hadn't arrived yet, so he turned his head and looked over, seeing Su Qingji's side face, he almost rubbed his eyes. ? ?

What is Su Qingji doing?Smiling at your phone?

But wait?The curvature of the lips...?

Why is it a bit like... smirking?

Han Shanwen feels that her world view has been baptized, but she still has this expression?

After being stunned for five seconds, Han Shanwen raised his horn and shouted at Su Qingji after being shocked: "Female No. [-]!"

Xi Zhu reminded, "Sister, Director Han is urging you."

"Immediately." Su Qingji said so, typed a few words quickly, and finally handed the phone to Xi Zhu, "Okay."

In the ward, Tang Anran had just put down the phone, and within 2 minutes, the news of Su Qingji's reply popped up in the chat interface.

The wonton in her spoon was just delivered to her mouth when her eyes fell on the screen.

[Go back at night and let you feel your fill. 】

Tang Anran: "Poof, cough, cough cough."

"What's wrong, sister? Eat slowly, why are you still choking?"

Jing Xiaotao hurried over to hand her the paper, and patted her on the back by the way.

Tang Anran took the tissue, wiped her mouth and waved her hands, "It's all right."

Her face was really red, Su Qingji was really...

Just touch your head, what kind of tiger and wolf words are you talking about?

I don't know, I thought...

Tang Anran's struggle to "return the game" was completely defeated.

Jing Xiaotao was a little surprised, what did Teacher Su send here?The reaction can be so great.

Under the gaze of the assistant, Tang Anran turned off the screen of the phone openly, and blushed as if it were blush.

The breakfast in front of him was really rich, Tang Anran was still suffering from a cold, everything tasted like chewing gum, and he couldn't eat it after a few mouthfuls.

"Would you like to sleep a little longer?" Jing Xiaotao removed the table board from the hospital bed and asked Tang Anran's opinion.

"Don't sleep, show me the script."

"it is good."

The filming in Yunling Mountain is almost over, and there are not many scenes left for Tang Anran here, and the filming can be finished in two or three days after he is discharged from the hospital.As a result, the filming of "Jiangshan Ji" has the last filming location - the Qiantang Film and Television Base in Province Z.

Tang Anran didn't have too many scenes there, because Leng Rui didn't live to the end in the plot, and the last scene ended with hatred in Ning Lan's arms, so she finished earlier than Su Qingji.

On the set, under Han Shanwen's puzzled gaze, Su Qingji walked to the shooting center, his expression just now had long since disappeared, and he had returned to his usual calm and clear appearance.

The leading actor, Xiao Nanfeng, was wearing an ancient costume and was already waiting at the filming location. When he saw Su Qingji approaching, he nodded in greeting: "Teacher Su."

"En." Su Qingji nodded in response, with a serious expression on his face at work.

The camera position is undergoing final adjustments, and there will be another one or two minutes to wait. All the actors are already in position, and Su Qingji and Xiao Nanfeng are standing side by side.

As soon as she became serious, her aura lingered around her body as if she had substance. Xiao Nanfeng wanted to say something, but he hesitated two or three times before opening his mouth.

"Mr. Su, I heard that Mr. Tang is sick and hospitalized?"

Su Qingji turned his head and glanced at him, and replied without emotion: "Yes."

"Ouch," Xiao Nanfeng put on an expression of "this is too unfortunate", he smacked his lips, and continued: "I heard that Teacher Tang fainted during the rain scene last night, she is so dedicated, she didn't What's the big deal?"

"Nothing serious, just a high fever."

"I have a fever...that's right, it rained so much last night, I must have caught a cold." Xiao Nanfeng said this, and suddenly said: "If you are sick, you will lose your appetite. I remember that Teacher Tang likes to drink millet. Pumpkin porridge, if she has no appetite, you can buy her some."

Su Qingji sized him up when he heard the words, "You know all about this?"

"After all, she is an old classmate." Xiao Nanfeng scratched his head and explained calmly: "When we worked together on the graduation drama, she also had a cold. We went to eat together as a group at noon, and she only drink this."

Su Qingji didn't see anything unusual on his face, and nodded thoughtfully, "Okay, I see."

Han Shanwen's voice came from the loudspeaker: "All departments! Prepare to shoot!"

With an "A", the actors are all in the state.

At noon, the production crew took a break for lunch, and Su Qingji went back to the lounge.

On the road, the autumn sun was high, and Xi Zhu was half a body behind, holding a parasol for Su Qingji, followed by four people, and the group walked towards the lounge.

Su Qingji walked in front, looking up something on the phone while walking, Xi Zhu helped her arm to prevent her from falling.

Suddenly, Su Qingji tilted his head and asked, "Zhuzi, can we cook porridge in the lounge?"

She remembered that there was an induction cooker in the break room, and when the team members were hungry, they would use it to cook instant noodles when they were filming for a long time.

"Uh," Xi Zhu was taken aback by her sudden question, she responded briefly, then nodded, then shook her head, "Yes, yes, but there is no pot for cooking porridge."

There is only a small pot in the lounge, which is fine for cooking noodles, but not suitable for porridge.

She thought it was Su Qingji who wanted porridge, so she said, "Do you want porridge? I'll ask someone to buy it?"

Su Qingji didn't answer, but after thinking about it, she ordered: "Go and buy a pot that can cook porridge, and buy some millet and pumpkin by the way."

Xi Zhu explained to her, "The hotel sells porridge, and I'll buy it for you—"

Just as he was talking about this, Xi Zhu suddenly understood the key point in his mind.

No... sister this is...

The words in Xi Zhu's mouth kept turning around, and he responded repeatedly: "Hey, okay, I'll ask Xiaoyuan to buy it."

Su Qingji rolled his eyelids, "Just buy it and put it away, I'll make it myself."

Xi Zhu's eyes widened. You don't touch Yang Chunshui with your fingers. Are you going to cook? ?

Not hearing Xi Zhu's answer, Su Qingji turned to look at her.

Noticing the surprise on Xi Zhu's face, Su Qingji slightly parted his thin lips: "Is there any problem?"

Xi Zhu shook her head, "It's okay, nothing..." She called out to the people who were following some distance away, "Xiaoyuan! Come here!"

The assistant called Madoka ran up a few steps, "Here, what's the matter?"

Xi Zhu relayed: "You will buy a few things after dinner, a pot for cooking porridge, millet, and pumpkin."

Without raising his head, Su Qingji studied the recipes on his phone, and said, "There's a supermarket nearby, right? Hurry up and come back, I'll cook it up before work starts in the afternoon."

Xiaoyuan was surprised, the boss said... cook porridge by yourself?

She and Xi Zhu looked at each other, and got the "you heard me right" look from the other party.

Xiaoyuan felt that the sun was coming out from the west, and replied: "Yes."

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After eight o'clock that night, in the ward of Yunlingshan Hospital.

Su Qingji rushed over after work was over.

"Teacher Su." Seeing her coming in, Jing Xiaotao got up and greeted her with her lips, then pointed to the bed.

Tang Anran was sleeping.

"Sleep." Su Qingji took off the mask on his face and asked with his mouth.

Jing Xiaotao tiptoed to her side, and explained softly, "I just slept for a while, and my sister had a little fever in the afternoon, and just finished the IV."

Su Qingji nodded, glanced over the table, and saw a thermal food jar.

"Did she drink the porridge my assistant sent me in the afternoon?"

"I've had it," Jing Xiaotao nodded repeatedly, "I drank two bowls. At first, my sister couldn't eat much. She didn't eat much in the morning and at noon. Seeing the porridge you brought gave me more appetite."

After hearing this, Su Qingji frowned, "Go back, I'm here."

"Yes."

Jing Xiaotao left, and there were only the two of them left in the ward. Su Qingji stood by the bed and looked at her sleeping face, then went quietly to the outside room, changed her clothes, and washed briefly.

When he came out again, Tang Anran had already woken up, but he might have just opened his eyes, looking at her with a little confusion.

"Are you awake?" Su Qingji walked to her bedside.

"Hmm..." Tang Anran half-opened and half-closed her eyes, looked at the fair and beautiful woman beside the bed, and responded weakly in a daze.

Su Qingji smiled, and reached out to feel the temperature of her forehead, "How do you feel? Are you feeling better?"

"...Well," Tang Anran gradually regained consciousness, "It's okay..."

She supported the bed and wanted to sit up, Su Qingji put the pillows on her back, and then sat on the chair beside her bed.

"Is the porridge delivered in the afternoon delicious?"

Tang Anran remembered something just now with a clear mind, raised her lips and said softly: "It's delicious."

Su Qingji's brows and eyes were gentle, "Just drink it if you like it."

"Your assistant said you did it yourself," Tang Anran looked at her, "Why did you suddenly think of making porridge for me?"

"Aren't you sick? I'm afraid you won't have an appetite. Xiao Nanfeng said you like millet pumpkin porridge. I thought about it. Then I'll make you some. During the lunch break, I asked my assistant to buy the ingredients. Then I made it in the break room," Su Qingji smiled lightly, "It's been cooking all afternoon, and I'm afraid you will be hungry when I finish work, so I asked my assistant to bring it over in advance."

Tang Anran waited for her to finish speaking, a smile gradually spread on her upright face, "Thank you."

"Thank you for what." Su Qingji's tone was doting, and he raised his hand to scratch her nose.

"Oh..." Tang Anran shrinks her neck shyly.

"You're blushing now?" Su Qingji observed the light glow on her fair cheeks, and teased her, "Didn't you ask me to be good in WeChat this morning, and even touch my head? Are you shy with a few words?"

Tang Anran was at a loss for words, and hesitated a few times: "...I..."

"Come on, touch," Su Qingji put his face in front of her with a smirk in his provocative peach eyes, "How do you want to touch? I will give you the privilege tonight, let you touch as much as you want."