halva[entertainment]

Tang Anran slowed down his movements, looked up and saw Su Qingji's side face with frowning eyebrows and shocked eyes, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Su Qingji realized her reaction, and in the next second, she calmly retracted the look in her eyes, smoothed her eyebrows, and spoke flatly, with a bit of indifferent laziness:

"It's okay. The name is quite interesting. It is only one word away from Bronte's world famous novel "Jane Eyre."

The phone was still vibrating, she quickly pressed the power button with her fingers, rejected the call, and put the phone back to its original place.

Lying sideways on the pillow, Tang Anran couldn't see her face from this angle, Su Qingji's lips were pursed, and the brows were furrowed.

It can't be such a coincidence, it's probably just the same name as that woman.

she thought.

The skin on the waist gradually felt the rising temperature, Tang Anran's palm gently pushed the medicine in, and it took a while for it to take effect.

Su Qingji turned his head, switched to the other side of the pillow, moved his arm up, and stretched one hand under the pillow again.

His fingers involuntarily picked up the sheet again.

Following her movements, Tang Anran's gaze was drawn to her shoulder blades.Although the body is thin and skinny, it is not that kind of weak and thin.Tang Anran suddenly remembered that she had worn a backless long dress on the red carpet before, with a beautiful face and a graceful figure, which was on several hot searches.

Now she's wearing nothing but a stretchy white racer tank that shows off her figure.

The one inside...is also white...

Tang Anran stared at the intersecting ribbons for no reason.

The more Su Qingji thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong. She felt that the caller was that Jian Ai, but she didn't want to believe her sixth sense, so she decided to test it with Tang Anran to confirm. One is not the other, just let yourself rest assured.

She thought about what to say, and then asked, "Teacher Tang?"

Tang Anran was staring at her underwear in a daze, but when she called out suddenly, she felt guilty for a while, she looked away in a panic, and almost stuttered, "...ah? What's wrong?"

"Do you know that there is a very famous painter named Jian Ai?" Su Qingji didn't pay attention to the panic in her words for a moment, and said lazily with her eyes closed: "I said how did I see these two people?" The words feel familiar for a while, but your friend has the same name as that artist, and I still have her paintings in my house, but she has disappeared from China in recent years."

She does have a lot of Jian Ai's paintings, but of course she didn't buy them, but moved them from You Luo.

Before, You Luo had a lot of Jian Ai's paintings at home. After the breakup, people and things were still there. At that time, Su Qingji was still abroad and hadn't come back. In a state of drunkenness, and every time he was so drunk that he couldn't figure it out, he would always tell himself about the paintings left by Jian Ai, crying and laughing, talking about what was painted in each painting and when it was painted, How long did you draw it or something.

Su Qingji felt that it was too much for her to care about others so much, and it was for such a worthless scumbag, so she sent someone to move all of Jian Ai's paintings into her own set. in the house.

She has never lived in that house, who knows where those paintings are locked in a dark room, the dust may have fallen a centimeter thick.

Hearing what she said, Tang Anran smiled slightly, her voice was as soft as the movement of her hands, "Really? That's a coincidence, she might be the one you mentioned."

The famous young painter, Ms. Jian Ai, is quite famous in the art world of country Z. It is not surprising that Su Qingji knows her.

After the words fell, Su Qingji's eyes suddenly opened.

What, what?

She frowned, her voice was reluctant, and she couldn't believe the fact: "Italian mixed...that painter?"

"Yes." Tang Anran made a final decision.

Su Qingji: "..."

Really alone?

She took a heavy breath, and then exhaled slowly, with a sense of calmness.

Why is this world so small, this scumbag disappeared without a sound for six years, and now she was easily found in Tang Anran's call?

Seeing that Su Qingji didn't reply, Tang Anran quietly didn't say anything more.

She kept repeating the massage steps with her hands, but her eyes were not idle, and she secretly looked at her side face.

The woman's skin is in good condition, absolutely cold white skin, white and delicate, can be broken by blowing bullets, the curvature of the jaw line is excellent and natural, which outlines the most photogenic face shape, and the wide double eyelids are lifted lazily. Looking at it from this angle , thick fan-like eyelashes blocked the look in her eyes.

Those peach blossom eyes and delicate and straight nose perfectly blended coolness and sensuality, and the thin lips were light, giving birth to a beauty that can only be seen from a distance but not played with.

Her appearance is just like her name, she has become a cold and slightly alienated and unapproachable look.

But after getting in touch with her now, Tang Anran feels that her personality is not as difficult to provoke as the rumors say.

Because of some shadows that she doesn't want to mention in her heart, she will be afraid of some women with strong aura, but now...she is not afraid of Su Qingji, on the contrary, she can often feel a kind of calmness from her Peace of mind.

Tang Anran secretly felt the change in her state of mind.

At this moment, Su Qingji's thoughts turned to a series of questions.

She suddenly pursed her lips, and said with a smile: "That's... what a coincidence," her voice suppressed the myriad of doubts in her heart, as if she asked casually, "So you and Jian Ai know each other ?”

"Well, we've known each other for many years. I met her the year "Xiao Han Shi Ji" was released. She sent me a fan art album of Shi Han from abroad, and we became acquainted after we came and went."

Tang Anran put his hands horizontally, pushing from the middle to the sides, his soft and boneless hands slid all the way to his waist through the heat and moist medicine.

Su Qingji didn't move, but the muscles on the side of his waist tensed.

The feeling of those hands on her body completely distracted her mind. She cleared her throat and pretended to be calm, but she forgot to ask about Jian Ai, and instead praised "Little Cold Season":

"So that's how it is. She can send you picture albums abroad. It seems that "Little Cold Season" has really had a great influence. It is indeed a literary work that has influenced an era."

"Well, the script of the movie is indeed very good, with many profound connotations."

Tang Anran felt that Su Qingji's muscles became tense again, and her hands moved more and more gently, repeatedly kneading and pressing, as if trying to comfort her tense body.

Su Qingji buried her face in the pillow just like yesterday, the bed sheet was crumpled by her.

"You acted very well too." Her voice came muffled.

The medicine on her waist was almost dry, and her skin was obviously red. Tang Anran withdrew her hands, her brows and eyes curved, "I was just a student at the time, and I didn't have any acting experience. Now it seems that my acting skills at that time were still a bit rusty."

"It's over?" Su Qingji felt her palm leave.

"Well, the medicine is all dry, it should be time, let me take a look."

She turned on her phone and glanced, "Here we are, it's been almost 25 minutes."

Su Qingji supported the bed with his hands, sat up, and touched his lower back with one hand.

Tang Anran followed her movements and looked over, the two of them were facing each other, this time her gaze was caught by Su Qingji.

"Where are you going to look?" The woman's lazy voice rose at the end, teasing with some jokes.

Tang Anran has been arrested many times, but she didn't blush and her heart skipped a beat. She smiled obediently, and said softly: "Your vest line is very nice."

Su Qingji did not expect the little white rabbit to be so straight-forward today. She was stunned for a second, then looked down at her belly without any fat, and suddenly smiled.

"Pretty?" She knelt on the bed, straightened up, and asked.

"En." Tang Anran nodded.

"Then I want to see it too."

Su Qingji bent his eyes, and for a moment, the brilliance and tenderness seemed to be full of peach blossoms, flying romantically.

As always, Tang Anran couldn't stand her smiling eyes, and immediately blushed, "Look... what are you looking at?"

"It's up to you."

Tang Anran hesitated, "I, mine?"

Su Qingji raised his chin to her abdomen, and deliberately hooked the corners of his lips, "You've already seen mine, it's not rude to come and go, I want to see it too."

"I..." Tang Anran was speechless for a moment.

Su Qingji was not in a hurry, he sat on the bed and looked at her with gentle eyes.

Tang Anran was completely defeated, she smiled helplessly, and said in a low voice embarrassedly: "My abs are not as obvious as yours."

While lowering her head, she reached out and lifted a corner of her clothes.

Su Qingji looked over generously. The young woman's body was fair-skinned, and her slender waist had just the right lines. She was beautiful and healthy.

She deliberately said, "Have you been exercising recently? Looks a little more stylish than before."

"Ah, yes, because Leng Rui has a lot of fight scenes, I'm at home—" Tang Anran put down her clothes, and was about to say that she did go out to exercise specially a few days ago, but suddenly reflected what Su Qingji said.

She raised her head, and the two looked at each other.

Looks more stylish than before....sounds like it's been seen before.....

Tang Anran immediately remembered the first night, she had no memory of what happened.

So that day...?

Su Qingji caught her reaction as expected, she moved her lips unhurriedly, and said, "I just teased you, I've seen it before."

She pursed her lips with deep meaning, "The first day I saw you, I was in the suite of Yunya Hotel."

Tang Anran's heart suddenly started to thump, waiting for her next words.

Su Qingji didn't tease her any more, "After I put you on the bed, you started to toss and turn, your clothes were pulled off by you, and you rubbed them up again. I saw your waist many times that day. .” She bent her eyes with a smile and explained lightly.

Tang Anran breathed a sigh of relief, "That day... I really troubled you."

Su Qingji was about to get off the bed, Tang Anran reached out to help her, Su Qingji glanced at her outstretched hand, and put his right hand on her hand.

"Oh, I still have the medicine on my hand." Tang Anran suddenly realized that she hadn't washed her hands.

Putting two equally slender and beautiful hands together, Su Qingji bent his lips and smiled, "It's okay."

She took Tang Anran's hand and got out of bed with her strength.

The two stood a little closer, Tang Anran was [-], four centimeters shorter than her, Su Qingji let go of her hand, tilted her head slightly, and suddenly called out: "Tang Anran."

She asked for no reason: "Your sexual orientation...is it male or female?"

"what?"

Tang Anran didn't react for a moment, she raised her head to meet those deep eyes.

Su Qingji nodded, as if to confirm his question just now.

"Uh, I..." Tang Anran looked away, hesitated for a while, "I don't know...I, I haven't talked about it..."

Su Qingji stared at her for a while, then hummed lightly, unable to discern any emotion.

She lifted her legs and walked towards the door.

Tang Anran didn't understand what she meant, so she followed her footsteps and asked casually in her usual voice: "Why did you suddenly ask this?"

"It's nothing." Su Qingji took two steps forward, the curve of the swan's neck and back was consistent and elegant.

Her eyes were light, she let out a pleasant voice, and said back, "Maybe Shi Han is too impressive."

Opening the door, she stepped into the outside room.

Tang Anran looked at her back, fell silent for a second, and followed her out.

The lunch was ready, and Su Qingji still ate clear soup with little water, but Tang Anran found that her lunch was prepared richly by her assistant.

During the process, Su Qingji talked with her about the plot mentioned before going home last night. Just as the chopsticks were put down, the phone on the table vibrated again.

Jian Ai called again.

"Go pick it up."

Tang Anran apologized, and walked aside to answer the phone.

Su Qingji sat on the sofa as if nothing had happened, but his ears caught what Tang Anran said.

"Hello? Are you packed?"

"I'm going to live in a studio for a few days..."

"Well...I don't seem to have time recently, there is a night show tomorrow night."

......

Su Qingji heard a few key messages, frowned, Xi Zhu walked up to her at this time, and asked for instructions: "Sister, yesterday Dr. Li said that he would go to her to get the remaining medicine today, and I will let Xiao Ruan go gone?"

She was referring to Assistant A whose hand was scratched that day.

Su Qingji glanced at her, unexpectedly rejected her request for instructions, and instead said, "Go by yourself."

Xi Zhu was a little surprised, "Then you are on the set this afternoon..."

"You can call any of them to follow me to the set in the afternoon," Su Qingji waved at her, "Come here, I have something for you to do."

Xi Zhu went over to her, and Su Qingji whispered a series of addresses in her ear.

"Remember?"

"remember."

"After getting the medicine, go there to see if there is anyone in the house, and then come back and tell me as soon as possible."

"Yes."

In the afternoon, Tang Anran was still an audience member. Su Qingji had to shoot eight scenes in the afternoon, which were roughly Ning Lan's dialogue with the emperor in the palace and some other trivial scenes.

Tang Anran has been observing her. The first few scenes were fine. The opponent actor made a mistake and Su Qingji didn't say anything. Xi Zhu came back halfway and whispered a few words to her. Tang Anran noticed that her expression immediately turned a little ugly. .

When filming the conversation between Ning Lan and the prince, the prince frequently NGs and forgets his words. It was the first time Tang Anran saw her get angry on the set, scolding the male actor who was obviously not well prepared, and the people around him did not dare to show their anger. In the end, it was Han Shanwen who came out to smooth things over.

After work was over, Su Qingji left in a hurry.

On the first floor of the lounge, seeing her go downstairs, Tang Anran said goodbye to her: "See Teacher Su tomorrow."

Su Qingji glanced at her, "Okay, goodbye."

The work team followed her out the door. Tang Anran looked at her back and wondered why she suddenly changed her mood in the afternoon.

The black SUV drove in the night and came to a building similar to a private museum. It was three stories high and looked simple and low-key.

It's closed and the door is unlocked.

Two bodyguards walked in front and opened the door. Su Qingji stepped on high heels, walked in with a cold face, and the sound of the fine heels touching the tiled floor echoed in the hollow hall with a not-so-bright ceiling.

She folded her arms and stood neatly on the first floor, looking up the half-rotating staircase.

In a room on the second floor, the lights were on, and white light came out soundlessly through the crack of the door.

Su Qingji looked at the door, and the fire that was suppressing her stomach suddenly cooled down. She didn't raise her voice, but said coldly to the door with her normal volume:

"Miss Jian is so elegant. After a long trip back to China, you just immerse yourself in the creation in the studio?"

The environment was empty, her voice sounded very clear, even the coldness was obvious.

There was the sound of a chair being moved upstairs.

"Kong Lian," Su Qingji called his male bodyguard, Sisi's anger began to explode, she lowered her voice, and said without refutation: "Smash this place for me."

"Ah?" The male bodyguard was taken aback.

"Smash." Su Qingji stared at the door on the second floor with low pressure all over his body.

"Yes."

Upstairs, a woman's voice came, whispering in Italian, and the tone didn't sound like a good word.

Jian Ai pushed open the door and walked out from that door.From the darkness on the second floor, four white men sprang out from nowhere, following behind her.

Seeing her, Su Qingji sneered.

"Pa—" A round bottle shattered to the ground.

Jian Ai didn't wear any makeup today, she was wearing high-waisted button-up jeans with the hem of her shirt tucked in.

She walked down the stairs, with four men in black behind her, walking down slowly, "Mingyongle blue-patterned plum vase, 1000 to [-] million."

Hearing Jian Ai's indifferent quotation, the male bodyguard stopped his movements and looked at Su Qingji.

Su Qingji curled the corners of his lips, looked at the woman on the stairs inexplicably, his voice was as cold as winter, "Did I tell you to stop?"

The male bodyguard nodded respectfully, then turned to continue.

The hall was actually empty, and there were not many ornaments. There was a desk clock standing on the table, and the second hand was ticking.

"Boom-"

Jian Ai walked to the middle of the stairs, "Victoria's floor-standing golden bird clock, 800 million."

"Kong Lian, continue." Su Qingji took two steps forward, and when he was five steps away from the stairs, he looked at her from a distance.

The momentum of the two refused to give in to each other, and they wished for a tie.

The male bodyguard looked around and picked up an ornament placed in a glass cover on the shelf.

When Jian Ai saw it, she finally got anxious, "Okay, stop! That's the azure-glazed lotus bowl from Ru Kiln in the Northern Song Dynasty. I took it for 5000 million yuan."

Su Qingji curled his lips and sneered, "It's smashed."

"Tsk, you—" Jian Ai glared at her, and hurriedly said a string of Italian.The two Caucasian men following her quickly rushed over and snatched the antique.

Jian Ai walked to the bottom third step, looked over with light chestnut eyes, and said in a bad tone with some sarcasm: "Little upstart, why are you still so perverse and self-willed after so many years of absence?"

Su Qingji ignored her title, and mocked: "What are you doing back here, you scumbag? Isn't it good to enjoy your luxurious life in Italy?"

The male bodyguard didn't get the order to stop, and continued to carry out the instruction of smashing things. Two men in black fought with him, but the three of them were on par with each other. There was a fist bump, and the male bodyguard avoided it flexibly. He stretched out his hand and grabbed a Shelf covered with cloth.

"Plop—" There was a muffled sound as the heavy dustcloth hit the ground.

Su Qingji and Jian Ai both heard the sound and looked over.

On the shelf was an ultra-realistic oil painting in a one-to-one scale with a real person. The surrounding lights were shining on it. After the male bodyguard saw it clearly, he was stunned by the sabotage.

On the painting, it is Tang Anran.