The abusive heroine stole kisses from me again

This is in their room, where are the other people.

Liang Wanqiu felt that she was thinking too much, she turned over and lay down, looking up at the ceiling.

The phone screen was still on, and Liang Wanqiu was afraid that the light would be too bright, which would affect Bo Yanyan's sleep, so she turned the phone over and threw it aside.

She couldn't fall asleep, and thought about the novel she was reading tonight, and finally got up from the bed, and walked to the corner with her mobile phone.

She wanted to post on Weibo and ask fans about their sweet love stories.

But it's past three o'clock.

Liang Wanqiu knew what would happen if this Weibo was sent out, she was a little annoyed, she didn't post it in the end, but lay on the bed.

She didn't know what time she fell asleep, she only knew that she was dizzy and dizzy when she woke up, and she couldn't tell where she was for a while.

She rubbed her messy hair and sat up on the bed. The bedroom was dim and dark, the air conditioner was cool, and there was no one else on the bed except her.

What about thin smoke?

Liang Wanqiu lifted the quilt and got out of bed: "Xiao Tao?"

There was no one in the bedroom, so she stepped on her slippers and went to the bathroom to wash up.

After washing, Liang Wanqiu continued to look for someone.There was no one in the living room, but there were two bowls of millet porridge on the small coffee table next to the sofa, and two cans of milk beside it. There was a burst of aroma from the kitchen, and Liang Wanqiu walked towards the small kitchen.

She saw the thin smoke that was taking the corn out of the pot, and her fingers were burned. She quickly threw the corn in her hand into a plastic basin filled with water.

She shook her hand, turned on the faucet, put her fingers under it and rinsed it.

"Let me take a look." Liang Wanqiu walked in: "Are you all right?"

"You're awake." Hearing her voice, Bo Yanyan turned her head in surprise: "Sister, I'm fine."

She turned off the tap, pointed to the corn soaked in the water, and then pointed to the two boiled eggs soaked in the cup: "It will be cold soon, you go outside and wait, after breakfast we will go to the set .”

Liang Wanqiu grabbed her scalded hand and looked it over. There were small red dots on the palm and fingertips. She tapped it lightly with her fingers, and Bo Yanyan took a deep breath.

As soon as the lid was lifted, the corn taken out of it was extremely hot, but what she didn't expect was that it was only after seven o'clock and the sun was too strong, so the water coming out of the faucet was also hot.

"I'll put it on for you." Liang Wanqiu let go of her hand and opened the refrigerator door. There was nothing in it except ice cream, some drinks, and fruits.

Liang Wanqiu took a can of Coke for Bo Yanyan, and put it in her hand: "I'll take it first, I'll go find some ointment."

Bo Yanyan: "..." She was really fine, so she got burned a bit, it was just a little red, no swelling, no blisters.

However, seeing that Liang Wanqiu had already run to the living room, he opened the medicine box on the cabinet.

Bo Yanyan thought, then she must be seriously injured.

When Liang Wanqiu brought the ointment over, Bo Yanyan put down the can of Coke in her hand, and she stretched out her right hand. As soon as Liang Wanqiu touched her wrist, she trembled: "Sister, it hurts, your hand hurts so much!" .”

She showed Liang Wanqiu the red dots on her palm: "Sister, give me some medicine, maybe it won't hurt so much."

Without the medicine, the little red spots will disappear, and the skin color will return to normal.

Liang Wanqiu asked her to straighten her hands, and she squeezed a circle of white ointment on Bo Yanyan's palm, the ointment was cold and had a refreshing taste.

Liang Wanqiu gently spread out the ointment with one finger, and then applied a layer on Bo Yanyan's five fingers.

Although she can take care of people, she can't comfort people, and she's not good at it, so she always feels awkward.

Liang Wanqiu's family education since she was a child is that if she likes someone, she will treat her well, and she can show it in actions, but she can't say it with her mouth.

I don't dare to say it, I feel embarrassed.

When she was studying at school, the teachers also treated them with the same education. Expressing emotions is very reserved, and actions are important.

Besides, when she was in elementary school, it was not popular to say I love you to her parents. She expressed her love for them, helped her parents with work, and saved her pocket money to buy them gifts, but she never said I love you.

Until now, Liang Wanqiu has said very little.

The same is true of her classmates, who are not good at expressing themselves.

When I was in high school, one Mother's Day, my classmates were talking about it, and many of them called their mothers.

A girl yelled to the mother over there: "Mom, I love you."

The woman on the other end said, "Baby, Mommy loves you too."

Liang Wanqiu still remembers that these words shocked her for a long time, and then, she found that among the many girls in the class, except for the girl who said "Mom, I love you", the other girls, including her, were all, "Mom, Happy Mothers' Day.

No one says I love you mom, I love mom in my heart, but I can't say it out loud.

Every Mother's Day later, Liang Wanqiu did not say this sentence.

Even when she was chatting with her mother on WeChat, she could type it out, but she never said it.

She looked at Bo Yanyan's little hand that was applying the ointment, and raised her eyelids again, and she still didn't say that sentence, I'll blow it to you, but she still didn't say it, she always felt so nauseous.

Bo Yanyan sniffed, her small face was wrinkled, after Liang Wanqiu put down her hand, she put away the ointment and put it back in the medicine box.

She followed, holding out her hand pitifully.

Liang Wanqiu put the medicine box back to its original place, she turned her head and saw the little girl standing behind her who was about to cry.

"Does it still hurt?" She asked, "I'll take you to the hospital."

"It hurts." Bo Yanyan touched the palm of her right hand with her left finger: "It hurts, I need my sister to heal?"

Liang Wanqiu was stunned, the hand she was holding Bo Yanyan was about to bring to her lips, and she raised her head to look at her again.

The little girl bit her lip, and there were tears in her moist apricot eyes, whether she wanted to cry or not.

Liang Wanqiu gently blew on her palm: "Is it better now?"

"It still hurts."

Liang Wanqiu blew a few more breaths, the palms and fingers, and the back of her hand a few times, and asked her softly, "Does it hurt anymore?"

"Well, it doesn't hurt anymore, but I have to kiss to get better." Bo Yanyan said pitifully, "My mouth hurts, it's smoked by the steam."

Liang Wanqiu: "..." She lowered her head, pretending not to understand.

Bo Yanyan pointed at her lips, her small mouth was pouted, ready to hang things.

"Sister, look at my mouth, it's also swollen."

Liang Wanqiu was so angry that she shook off her hand: "It's not swollen."

"It's swollen." Bo Yanyan leaned over to hug her: "It's really swollen. When I woke up this morning, I was still looking at myself in front of the mirror for a long time."

Liang Wanqiu turned her head to look at her. The little girl had a delicate face and moist red lips. Seeing her looking over, she pouted her lips. The color of her lips was so bright that one wanted to bite hard.

"Sister, why don't you give me a kiss." Bo Yanyan acted coquettishly, her voice became more and more coquettish: "Just give me a kiss."

"Then close your eyes." Liang Wanqiu said a little uncomfortable.

Bo Yanyan obediently closed her eyes and said, "Sister, hurry up."

Liang Wanqiu looked at her face close at hand, her complexion was so fair that it was almost transparent, her thick eyelashes were like two small fans, trembling non-stop, leaving two layers of faint shadows.

She drooped her eyelids, and focused on her pouty mouth. There was a layer of moisture on her red lips, which should have been bitten out by herself.

Liang Wanqiu was a little throbbing. Last night, while she was sleeping, she secretly kissed her, or else, kiss her again.

She struggled for a while, the two are now a couple, and kissing is normal.

Liang Wanqiu stood on tiptoe and slowly leaned over, when her lips were about to touch Thin Smoke's lips, she saw the little girl suddenly opened her eyes, the eyes were as bright as the most dazzling stars in the night sky.

Liang Wanqiu froze, wanting to step back.

The thin smoke could not allow her to shrink back, she stretched out her hand and pulled Liang Wanqiu towards her, and in the next second, she opened her mouth and bit Liang Wanqiu's lips.

……

It wasn't until both of them were out of breath, and their cheeks were blushing, that their lips parted.

Liang Wanqiu lowered her head, looking at the pink-blue slippers she was wearing, bit her lip, and looked at her fingers.

Her breath was a little unsteady, and it took a while for her to return to normal.

Bo Yanyan is not much better than her, neither of them has much experience, the only experience they have is based on what they have imagined in their minds and finally practiced.

"Sister." Bo Yanyan called out in a low voice, "How about doing it again?"

Liang Wanqiu's eyes widened in disbelief, and she quickly raised her head to take a look at Bo Yanyan.

Bo Yanyan's lips were as red as cinnabar, bright and dripping, and her almond eyes, which were always clean and clear, were misty and filled with water droplets.

Liang Wanqiu swallowed, she seemed to be thinking about it too.

She pinched her waist, lowered her head again, and said softly, "Okay."

Xie Ning waited outside for a few minutes, it was already [-]:[-], why Liang Wanqiu didn't go out yet.

It was agreed last night. She set off for the set at 07:30. She thought she was late, so she was embarrassed, but Liang Wanqiu was later than her.

Xie Ning hesitated for a while, then called Liang Wanqiu.

The call got through and was quickly hung up.

Xie Ning knocked on the door, and after a few minutes, the door was opened from the inside, it was Liang Wanqiu.

Xie Ning was stunned, staring at her blankly, she quickly lowered her head, she just felt that Liang Wanqiu was so beautiful now that she couldn't hold back as a woman, um, she was quite attractive.

But she doesn't like women, let alone Liang Wanqiu, she really has no idea about her.

Xie Ning attributed all this to the fact that she likes to see big beauties, she just simply appreciates them.

"Have you had breakfast?" Liang Wanqiu didn't dare to look at her too much, she lowered her head and walked inside: "We are about to have breakfast, can you have some too?"

"I've already eaten, I'm going to be late, hurry up." Xie Ning didn't want to be late, mainly because she was a low-ranking person, so she didn't dare to be late.

Afraid of leaving a bad impression on others, if this spreads, others will not consider using her in the future, and will feel that she is not professional.

These words made Liang Wanqiu no longer feel ashamed. She picked up the phone and glanced at the time, then picked up the millet porridge from that night, and finished it in a few sips.

In the kitchen, Bo Yanyan was holding a small bag to fill Liang Wanqiu with the corn and eggs.

Liang Wanqiu finished the bowl of porridge, wiped her mouth with a paper towel, and shouted to the kitchen: "Xiao Tao, I'm leaving first, you stay in the hotel, don't open the door for others."

She and Xie Ning ran out in a hurry, and when Bo Yanyan came out, Liang Wanqiu was nowhere to be seen, she only heard the sound of the door closing.

Bo Yanyan looked at the two small bags containing breakfast, she should send them there.

While waiting for the elevator, Xie Ning asked, "Why is your mouth so red?"

Liang Wanqiu said without changing his face: "I ate spicy noodles last night, I got angry."

Xie Ning nodded: "Did you get up late?"

"Well, I went to read a novel."

"What kind of novel? I also read novels." Xie Ning became interested: "My last play was adapted from a novel, and that was also my first play."

Liang Wanqiu didn't have the nerve to say that, after entering the elevator, she said, "It seems to be a novel on the top [-] of the gold list."

She said the name of the website, and Xie Ning searched it with her mobile phone. Then, her eyes were complicated: "So you like to watch this kind of stuff."

Liang Wanqiu went over to take a look, two men dating?

She automatically substituted Bo Yunting and a bunch of his boyfriends, with goosebumps all over her arms.

Liang Wanqiu: "No, I don't, it's romance."

Xie Ning didn't say anything, and shared with Liang Wanqiu a chronology she was chasing: "This novel is written very realistically. My grandma can't read. When I go to see her, I read this type of novel to her. Listen, she liked it, and told me about her youth."

"What year was your grandma born?"

"In the 40s, she lived in four or seven years."

"Then what kind of novel do you like?"

"My grandma likes it, so I like it."

After arriving at the set, Liang Wanqiu and Xie Ning went to change clothes and put on makeup, but fortunately they were not late.

When Bo Yanyan arrived at the set, it was already ten past eight, and the filming had already started.

She couldn't go there, so she went to the small pavilion yesterday, put the breakfast she brought on the stone table, picked up a boiled egg and peeled it slowly, after peeling it clean, she began to eat the egg.

After eating, he ate his corn again.

Bo Yanyan went to ask when Xia Liang Wanqiu would end. The staff said it was about two o'clock in the noon. He was afraid that the breakfast would smell bad, so Bo Yanyan put the corn and eggs in the crew's refrigerator.

When Liang Wanqiu was filming, Bo Yanyan went back to the hotel, packed a few books in her schoolbag, put a notebook and two pens, and went to the set with her schoolbag on her back.

Everyone knows that she is working as Liang Wanqiu's assistant, but no one dares to order her around.

Liang Wanqiu said that she can ask Bo Yanyan to work, but she has to pay, 1 yuan per minute.

When the actors are filming, the assistants have to watch by the side to prevent emergencies.

What's more, apart from opening his mouth to eat, the artist doesn't do anything else, and leaves it to the assistant.

Liang Wanqiu is used to it, and she doesn't want to be called Bo Yanyan. If something happens, she will solve it by herself.

By eleven o'clock, Bo Yanyan had finished drinking two bottles of water, so Xia Yan called.

When Bo Yanyan was reading a book in the crew, Xia Yan led people to watch from afar.

Although there are a lot of people in the crew, Xia Yan is not worried about Bo Yanyan's safety, there must be secret whistles arranged in the crew.

If something bad happened to Bo Yanyan, Anshao would solve it.

Bo Yanyan looked around, it was not convenient to answer the phone here, she closed the book, and went to the small woods not far away, it was much cooler in the woods, with the breeze blowing over, it was still a bit cold.

"Zhao Shiran is asking people to investigate who Ms. Liang has met and where she has gone this year."

The artist's itinerary is very easy to check, especially where he went, some fans know all about it.

But it's not easy to check who you meet, but it's easy to check.

Especially some big fans are clear, so there is a saying in the entertainment industry, if an artist's big fans start to lose fans, it means that the artist is going to have an accident, and the bad things he did will be exposed.

For example, about Liang Wanqiu, she posted a Weibo post in the middle of the night saying that she wanted to hear a sweet love story.

Those old fans of hers actually guessed what happened, that is, the artist they like may have someone they like, and they may fall in love.

Most of the fans who guessed it as if they didn't know anything, as long as their artists were not photographed, they didn't admit it.

"What is she looking for?" Bo Yanyan muttered, "Is she checking me?"

"Yes, she's checking you and me." Xia Yan couldn't laugh or cry, Zhao Shiran suspected that he had an improper relationship with Liang Wanqiu, after all his parents recognized Liang Wanqiu as their daughter.

His family is special, his grandfather knew of Bo Yanyan's identity, if not for his good family background, he wouldn't have the qualifications to be sent over to protect Bo Yanyan, and he even became the captain.

In addition, sometimes when he contacted his family, Bo Yanyan would come over and have a few words with his mother, so Xia's mother also knew of Bo Yanyan's existence.

He almost brought Bo Yanyan home for the new year, and said he would bring a younger sister back, and Xia's mother agreed.

But last year, Bo Yanyan and Liang Wanqiu went home to celebrate the New Year.

Xia's mother thought that it would be the same to recognize Liang Wanqiu as her daughter. In addition, she wanted to clarify the matter between him and Liang Wanqiu. After Bo Yanyan agreed, Xia Yan talked about the matter between Bo Yanyan and Liang Wanqiu.

Although Xia's mother was surprised, but with Bo Yanyan's identity here, everything that was unacceptable became acceptable.

Bo Yanyan knelt down and rubbed her hair: "Then did she find anything?"

"Not yet."

"She's still checking."

Bo Yanyan is not afraid that Zhao Shiran will find out about her. Not only Zhao Shiran is investigating Liang Wanqiu's affairs, but even Liang Wanqiu's fans, fans of other artists in the circle, and netizens who love to eat melons are also picking up the skin.

An artist who can make a film in the circle, and can also gain a certain degree of popularity, so that everyone knows his name, cannot have no one behind him.

Some are promoted by capitalists behind the scenes, making them popular.

A small part is supported by the state, which must have a positive image and can bring benefits to the state or local government, but there are too few artists of this kind.

After all, the state generally does not interfere with matters in the capital circle.

It will be regulated unless something serious happens.

Therefore, no one would associate Liang Wanqiu with the country.

As for linking Liang Wanqiu with Bo Yanyan, that's even more impossible.

Most people think that Bo Yanyan is Liang Wanqiu's cousin. A few people know that they are not related by blood, but Bo Yanyan is only old. She just took the college entrance examination and is younger than the netizens who eat melons.

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感谢在2021-11-0723:31:55~2021-11-0815:57:51期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: give you peace of mind 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!