Married and fell in love with Bai Yueguang, the protagonist

"...I was afraid you would get dizzy!" Su Xingtong argued with a blushing face.

"So that's how it is." Mo Junyi said so, but he didn't hold back the movements of his hands, "Then Teacher Su is going to break his promise? There are still times when big stars don't mean what they say?"

In fact, Su Xingtong really wanted to break his promise, but when this person had a fever, it was like drinking alcohol. The weakness just now seemed to be faking, and his hand strength was astonishing. It seemed that Su Xingtong would not let go if he disagreed.

"I...what did I say I'm going to break my promise?" Su Xingtong gritted her teeth with a blushing face, "You let me go first, whatever you say is what you say... um..."

Mo Junyi leaned over and kissed him fiercely for a while, his lips and tongue were much hotter than before, Su Xingtong was so dazed by his kiss, it felt as if a ball of fire burned from the intersection of their lips and teeth all the way to his heart , he was so hot that his whole body became weak, and he couldn't do anything to resist for a while.

After the kiss, Mo Junyi straightened his upper body a little top-heavy: "Since what I say is what I say, what difference does it make if it's loose or not?"

Su Xingtong heard his weakness all at once, and forgot to be shy for a while: "Look at you... let go of me quickly, and be careful not to get worse."

Mo Junyi said with reason: "Exercising helps you sweat."

Su Xingtong was so angry that he really had no choice but to break the can and said, "Let go of me...I'll do it myself."

Mo Junyi was really taken aback this time, he paused and finally let go of Su Xingtong.

Su Xingtong finally waited for this opportunity, he immediately sat up like a carp, and pressed Mo Junyi directly to sit on him.

Mo Junyi raised his eyebrows and looked at the person sitting on him: "Ms. Su is playing so wild?"

Su Xingtong suppressed the huge shame in his heart, and pretended to be comfortable: "You are not allowed to move until I tell you to move."

"Okay." Mo Junyi smiled, "Whatever you say is nothing."

Su Xingtong held back his embarrassment, and lifted the quilt pretending to be calm: "Don't blame me if the condition worsens."

Su Xingtong spoke boldly, and Mo Junyi just leaned on the bedside to watch him perform, and didn't expose him. However, Su Xingtong failed after acting for a while. Why haven't he started yet? He grabbed Mo Junyi's hand His hands began to tremble unconsciously, and his cheeks were as red as spring.

Mo Junyi liked to see him riding a tiger, so he deliberately grabbed his waist and asked, "Why did you stop, continue, Teacher Su."

Su Xingtong bit her lower lip, her eyes dodged unnaturally, she looked at the pajamas on the ground next to her and couldn't help but said: "I..."

Mo Junyi's hand was so hot that he couldn't finish his words.

Mo Junyi looked at his rosy earlobe, smiled lightly and didn't tease him anymore, his subordinates reversed the positions of the two with a light force, and directly pressed Su Xingtong on the bed.

Before Su Xingtong could speak, the exclamation was silenced.

The next morning, Mo Junyi leaned against the bed and looked at the thermometer, only to see that the temperature displayed on it was 36.9°C, which meant that his fever had completely subsided.

Mo Junyi breathed a sigh of relief, casually put the thermometer on the bedside table, and then turned his gaze to the person who was still sleeping beside the pillow.

He looked so alive, he didn't look like someone who had just recovered.

On the contrary, Su Xingtong, who was still talking about his lofty ambitions yesterday, is like a flower that has been ravaged to the extreme, showing no sign of waking up.

Mo Junyi raised his hand and pinched the cheek of the person next to the pillow. Su Xingtong was very honest in his sleep. After feeling the heat around him, he subconsciously leaned towards him until he found a suitable place in Mo Junyi's arms. , he stopped moving and continued to sleep soundly.

Seeing this, Mo Junyi couldn't help but put his arms around this beautiful woman who threw himself into his arms.

Mo Junyi intentionally asked him to sleep a little longer, but Su Xingtong's cell phone rang at this moment.

Hearing the familiar ringtone of the mobile phone, Su Xingtong finally had a little reaction.

He was so sleepy that his upper and lower eyelids were fighting, but he managed to open his eyes. After yawning, he didn't see the phone, so he rubbed his eyes and asked, "Where is my phone...?"

Mo Junyi held him in his arms and went to the bedside to get the phone: "Here."

"Thank you..." Su Xingtong didn't seem to be fully awake yet. After taking the phone, he said in a daze, "Why is it already nine o'clock... Hey, director, what's wrong?"

Su Xingtong usually gets into the state soon after waking up in the morning, and this is the first time the director has heard him talk to himself in this state.

"...It's nothing serious," the director quickly recovered his words, "It's the scene that will be filmed tomorrow afternoon. You may need to come and get in touch with Xiao Liu in the morning."

"Oh, I see." Su Xingtong lazily leaned into Mo Junyi's arms, "Then I'll go there early tomorrow."

"Don't come too early, just come before 09:30, don't worry." The director said quickly, "Is Officer Mo by your side?"

"In..." Su Xingtong was in the middle of speaking, suddenly remembered what happened last night, and his whole body froze in Mo Junyi's arms for a moment, until the director repeated the question again, he reluctantly answered God, "What do you want from him?"

"I changed the script a little bit before, and the plot about Yangxinming has also been changed." The director said, "Please ask Officer Mo if he has time next week, or next week, about Yangxinming. There is only one scene left in the scene, and after that scene is finished, we can make up a few more shots, and Officer Mo can wrap up."

The director talked so much, Su Xingtong didn't listen to much at all, his whole head was covered.

Fortunately, the two were close, and Mo Junyi could clearly hear what the director said.

Seeing that Su Xingtong didn't answer for a long time, the director asked again, this time Mo Junyi directly raised his hand to take the phone in Su Xingtong's hand: "Hello, director, it's me. I guess I'll be free next weekend, you can watch it for two days Is there enough time?"

"Enough is enough." The director said pleasantly, "There are only two or three shots that need to be revised, plus the last scene. In fact, one day is enough, but two days is better and more abundant."

"Okay, then I'll go there with Xingtong on Saturday." Mo Junyi replied, "Well, you have worked hard too. If there is nothing else, I will hang up the phone first... Xingtong is here with me Next to him, he just got up, so don't worry."

The director choked up for a moment when he heard the words, and suddenly remembered that Su Xingtong's tone of voice just now was obviously not awake. If you think about it according to this line of thinking, then Su Xingtong and Mo Junyi are clearly in the same bed now.

...I couldn't think about it anymore, the director immediately stopped the thought, exchanged a few words with Mo Junyi casually, and hung up the phone.

Hearing that the director hung up the phone first, Mo Junyi put Su Xingtong's cell phone on the bedside with his backhand, and then cast his eyes on the person in his arms who had been silent for a long time.

"Teacher Su, why don't you talk?" Mo Junyi smiled and rubbed his face, "Are you dumb?"

Su Xingtong blushed and said, "...you still have the nerve to ask!"

"Why am I embarrassed? Could it be that I've violated the rules of heaven?" Mo Junyi smiled and pressed him into his arms and kissed him, "I didn't make it to the end, and besides, I got your approval for every move. Why did you turn your face and deny anyone before you got out of bed?"

Su Xingtong's face flushed red: "You...do you agree with that?"

"I knew I was going to blame me." Mo Junyi straightened up helplessly, as if to get his phone, "Fortunately, I recorded the evidence..."

"Don't let it go!" Su Xingtong sat up straight suddenly, "Delete that thing for me!"

Relying on his height, Mo Junyi sat up straight and held up the phone: "This is evidence, if I delete it, I won't be able to argue with it."

Su Xingtong was so angry that he wanted to stand up and fight him, but as soon as he sat upright, his waist became so weak that he almost fell down immediately, thanks to Mo Junyi's quick eyesight and hands, he hugged him quickly: "Be careful."

Su Xingtong leaned in his arms, his eyes turned watery from being teased, but there was nothing he could do about Mo Junyi, in the end he could only give in and beg for mercy: "... Please, delete the recording. "

Mo Junyi's heart softened after being yelled at by him, but he continued on the surface: "Then did you agree to every step I took last night?"

Su Xingtong nodded with humiliation, blushing and said: "...Yes."

Mo Junyi smiled with satisfaction: "Good."

"I've already said," Su Xingtong made a gesture to grab his phone again, "delete the recording quickly."

This time, Mo Junyi obediently handed the phone to Su Xingtong. Seeing that he gave it so quickly this time, Su Xingtong couldn't help feeling suspicious.

After taking Mo Junyi's cell phone, he entered the lock screen password very naturally, and then quickly opened the recording storage, only to find that there was no file recorded last night in it.

"Where did you hide the things?" Su Xingtong's first reaction was that Mo Junyi hid the things.

Mo Junyi laughed, picked him up and sat on his body: "It's over, Mr. Su is stupid, your fans are probably going to blame me."

Su Xingtong reacted in his arms for a while before turning around: "...Did you not record at all?"

"Do you even need to think about it, little idiot." Mo Junyi pinched his face helplessly, "Am I the kind of person who records behind your back? What's more, if I really record, would you not know? "

Su Xingtong was teased by him early in the morning. He was ashamed and angry for a while, and his brain was not clear-headed. Hearing this, he replied directly: "Then I was in that state. Can I realize what you did... .”

It wasn't until the blurted sentence was finished that Su Xingtong suddenly realized something was wrong, and immediately stopped the conversation, but it was too late.

Mo Junyi looked at him jokingly: "That's true, after all, you were pulling me to beg for mercy with tears in your eyes, and you really didn't have time to pay attention..."

"Enough!" Su Xingtong wished to go to the side and stuff something into Mo Junyi's mouth, "Stop talking!"

Mo Junyi smiled and hid back: "I didn't expect Teacher Su to be so stern, but... just crying like this. If I make it to the last step, I'm afraid I will..."

Su Xingtong covered his mouth in embarrassment, but he forgot that he was sitting on Mo Junyi's body in an extremely ambiguous posture.

Mo Junyi was covered by his mouth and couldn't speak, so he raised his hand and patted his waist gently.

Although Mo Junyi didn't do anything, and that action wasn't even considered ambiguous, Su Xingtong was still so stimulated that his pupils shrank suddenly, and he let go of his hand immediately.

Mo Junyi remained calm, while his subordinates caressed Su Xingtong's waist unhurriedly: "I have lived for more than 20 years, and I didn't know until last night that someone's waist can be so... "

Su Xingtong really had no choice but to hook Mo Junyi's neck and kiss him, sealing his mouth in the most straightforward and simplest way.

After the kiss, Su Xingtong looked at Mo Junyi a little out of breath: "...Don't mention what happened last night again."

"Okay." Mo Junyi deliberately misinterpreted his meaning, "I won't mention it during the day, let's keep it until tonight."

"Not even at night!" Su Xingtong glared at him angrily, before thinking, "What about the thermometer, have you taken your temperature yet?"

"You sat on me for so long," Mo Junyi deliberately teased him, "you didn't feel anything?"

Su Xingtong blushed, and then realized that Mo Junyi's body temperature seemed to have dropped a lot.

"Fever gone?" He didn't care about anything else for a while, "Really, where's the thermometer? Hurry up and take another test."

Mo Junyi had no choice but to pick up the thermometer next to the bed and take another measurement.

It turned out that the fever had subsided, Su Xingtong finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Great, I was scared to death yesterday."

"It's just a small fever," Mo Junyi hugged him and said, "Why did you get so scared?"

Su Xingtong was also a little embarrassed when he heard the words: "I don't know what's going on... I suddenly panicked yesterday, and all I could think about was that a high fever of 39 degrees would kill me..."

The more he spoke, the more embarrassing he became, and finally his voice was so small that he could hardly hear him.

Mo Junyi felt distressed and amused for a moment: "What else are you thinking about?"

"...A high fever that persists for a long time will cause irreversible damage to the brain." Su Xingtong leaned into Mo Junyi's arms, "Don't laugh."

Mo Junyi suppressed a smile: "I didn't laugh."

"You must be laughing at me in your heart," Su Xingtong poked Mo Junyi's chest, "Don't think I don't know."

"No, Teacher Su is right." Mo Junyi said sternly, "But if something goes wrong with me, the inheritance will be yours..."

"Mo Junyi, is there something wrong with you?" Su Xingtong hated iron for being weak, "How many times have I said this, don't say that!"

"Okay, okay, I was wrong." Mo Junyi apologized quite naturally, "Be less angry and take care of yourself."

Su Xingtong didn't answer, but continued to stare at him angrily, and Mo Junyi kissed his puffed cheek: "Little puffer fish."

Su Xingtong gave him a gentle thump: "You have to piss me off to be happy."

"Only state officials are allowed to set fires, but ordinary people are not allowed to light lamps, right?" Mo Junyi said dangerously, "Don't let me tell you, you're talking about life and death."

Su Xingtong curled his lips: "After that, you are not allowed to talk about it."

"Okay." Mo Junyi pressed his forehead, "Take a hook?"

Su Xingtong said "childish" on his mouth, but stretched out his hand very honestly.

The two pulled the hook stickily, but did not let go after that. Mo Junyi clasped Su Xingtong's hand and rubbed it carefully: "Does Teacher Su have any opinions on technical improvement?"

Seeing him asking this seriously, Su Xingtong blushed like a tomato: "...What do you think?"

"I think," Mo Junyi said with a smile, "is the frequency a bit too slow..."

Su Xingtong immediately interrupted: "Too fast!"

"Really?" Mo Junyi pretended to be surprised, "But I remembered that you were not..."

"That's me...I..." Su Xingtong stammered for a long time with a red face, "I was forced..."

At the end of his words, he couldn't help lowering his head in shame.

Mo Junyi lowered his head and leaned forward, knowingly asked, "Who forced you?"

Su Xingtong glared at him viciously: "You!"

"Oh, so it was me." Mo Junyi said clearly, "I forgot, I'm sorry."

Su Xingtong's heart felt soft and numb after being teased by this man, and finally had no choice but to put his arms around Mo Junyi's neck and leaned into his arms and began to pretend to be an ostrich.

Mo Junyi couldn't help laughing, hugged him and said some whispers between the bed, and he only stopped when he said that he was as popular as a cooked crab.

The two were tired of being in bed for a long time, and it was Sunday when they got out of bed. After a long vacation, the two of them didn't go anywhere, and they got tired of staying at home for another day.

Su Xingtong posted on Weibo yesterday, but he experienced too many things in the middle, especially Mo Junyi's fever, all these together made him very nervous, and he completely forgot about Weibo.

He didn't remember this until before dinner when his agent called him.

"Yes, I was with me...my husband went fishing and took pictures." Su Xingtong said while glancing at Mo Junyi, "What's the matter?"

The manager's tone was a bit serious: "Qianjiang posted an unknown Weibo, you probably haven't read it yet, have you?"

Su Xingtong froze for a moment: "Not yet."

"Then you'd better not look at it for now, it's easy to get angry." The agent felt a little helpless, "The team behind him is probably going to attack you. Post a reply on Weibo, and we will observe and observe."

Su Xingtong was very curious, but replied with a frown on his face: "...Okay, don't worry."

The manager ordered some more things before hanging up the phone with confidence.

When Mo Junyi came out with the meal, he saw Su Xingtong's displeased face, and asked involuntarily, "What's wrong?"

Su Xingtong frowned and told him what happened just now.

Mo Junyi was noncommittal when he heard the words, and just put the dishes in front of him: "Eat first, and we'll talk about the rest later."

After the meal, Su Xingtong still couldn't hold back his curiosity, so the two read Weibo together.

Facts have proved that the agent's words are still too gentle, and the Weibo posted by Qian Jiang can no longer be described as "I don't know what to say":

"Work overtime [with pictures]"

The accompanying picture is Qian Jiang in black, looking haggard, and the background is the busy people of the crew, and the time of posting on Weibo is about the same as that of Su Xingtong yesterday.

It is obvious what these words mean, Su Xingtong came up immediately after watching the fire.

Click on the comments to see, Qianjiang's group of fighting fans swarmed:

"Brother worked hard!!"

"Whoa, I feel sorry for my brother"

"I'm really speechless, the neighbor next door was so quiet in those years, but we don't know that it's our brother who is carrying the weight forward"

"Ah, pay attention to your body, Jiang Jiang!!"

Su Xingtong's face was extremely dark, Mo Junyi frowned and said: "He makes jokes every day, how dare he say this?"

Su Xingtong sneered and said, "It's only a guilty conscience to be a thief, and whoever has a guilty conscience is not a thief."

As he talked, he looked down. As the popularity decreased, the content of the comments became more and more outrageous:

"Non-fans, those who come from majors are different and have professionalism"

"+1, indeed"

"I'm so pissed off. Why is Jiang Jiang so exhausted? Those people are leisurely and carefree every day. Is he worthy?"

"Ham, don't talk less, his fans can't be messed with"

Su Xingtong looked at it and sneered, not intending to be as knowledgeable as this group of mobs, Mo Junyi frowned while watching, Su Xingtong also comforted him: "Don't be angry about these people, be calm, let's go into the house and ignore them. "

Just as Mo Junyi was about to say something, Su Xingtong suddenly caught a glimpse of a comment:

"Laughing to death, that person surnamed Su didn't know what kind of trash he found outside the circle as a treasure, and he didn't even want to show his face. If you want me to see it, the photo is far from our brother's."

The author has something to say:

Teacher Su: Let's be calm.

Team Mo: Indeed.

after awhile

Team Mo: I think we should be calm.

Teacher Su: What a fart!Let go of me and let me punch that grandson!