Rebirth of the film and television superstar

It has to be said that, like him, Cheng Jinying, who lost his parents since childhood, touched the softest part of Ling Haotian's heart.

What's more, he is still his most loyal fan.

Unless it was a last resort, he didn't want to hurt Cheng Jinying.

Cheng Jinying raised her head, looked at Ling Haotian's serious eyes, let go of it dejectedly, and clamped Ling Haotian's hand.

"You can move here. I can invest in making movies for you. If you're tired from filming, I'll give you a massage. If you're hungry, I'll cook for you. If you don't nod, I won't touch you."

Cheng Jinying looked at Ling Haotian's flickering eyes, knowing that he didn't have a bad impression of her at all, and continued to work hard, "When you become famous, don't worry about reporters. No one can come in here except the residents. Try to accept my feelings. ,OK?"

Cheng Jinying tightly circled him, and Ling Haotian's body leaned against Ling Haotian's chest with Shabu's head attached.

Ling Haotian did not reply to Cheng Jinying, he looked at the bleeding Shabu and said, "Bian Hui did it! I'm really sorry."

Cheng Jinying raised his head, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "You care about me? Don't worry about it. Compared with this, the wound you hit on my face makes me sad!"

Ling Haotian felt even more guilty, "Sorry, I misunderstood you."

Cheng Jinying ruthlessly grabbed Ling Haotian's face.

Seeing the cute bulge of the face, feeling the delicate touch of the fingertips, he smiled and closed his eyes again, "I'm just kidding, I also want to thank you, I will be beaten if I drop my chopsticks, I have to thank you, help me block it It was a catastrophe.”

Ling Haotian slapped his own face away, and said with his painful hands, "What nonsense, feudal superstition."

Cheng Jinying sat up, "It's better to believe it than to believe it. Look at me, I lost my chopsticks two days ago, and I broke my head. I lost my chopsticks today, and I was beaten by you again, and when I was a child... "

As Cheng Jinying was talking, his voice suddenly disappeared.

Looking at Cheng Jinying's expression, Ling Haotian knew that he was thinking of something unhappy, so he patted him on the shoulder lightly, stood up, walked into the bathroom, and took out a towel.

Gently wiped, the blood on Cheng Jinying's head was about to flow through the ears, Ling Haotian said, "You are bleeding, you should go to the hospital to have a look."

Ling Haotian was a little worried, things in his head could be big or small.

"Kiss me once, and I'll go." Cheng Jinying's eyes lit up, and he hugged Ling Haotian.

"Forget it, I'm leaving." Ling Haotian pushed away Cheng Jinying who was hugging him, picked up his coat, and walked towards the door.

"I'll accompany you. Let's go to the gate guard room and enter some information. When you become famous in the future, you can also use this place to hide from the paparazzi."

Cheng Jinying casually wiped the blood on his head with a towel, put on his military cap, and followed Ling Haotian out.

When Ling Haotian walked out of this heavily guarded community, the sky had already darkened slightly, he turned around and said to Cheng Jinying, "Thank you for your hospitality, you'd better go and have a look at your head."

"Don't worry, there is a medicine box at home, and there is also a doctor on standby in the military building, I will take you back first."

Ling Haotian shook his head, "No need, you have a good rest, I'll just take a taxi."

Cheng Jinying learned from a friend that Ling Haotian's advertisement was on today, so she was worried that something would happen.

He ran out of the hospital in a hurry, changed his clothes, and rushed over. Then he was busy cooking, and now he was really tired, so he said, "Then I will let the driver take you!"

"it is good."