The actor with the actor

"Did she bring up the breakup?" Cheng Yue felt that the possibility was higher.

"En." Shen Jing nodded.

"Sure enough, that's because she fell in love with someone else?" Cheng Yue rested his arm on the driver's seat, just enough to see Shen Jing's face clearly.

"I don't know," Shen Jing smiled lightly, "We broke up after we broke up, because we met at a classmate's birthday party, not from the same school."

"Actually, before she broke up with me, I had that kind of premonition, that is, I often lose my temper and suddenly get angry... Do you understand that feeling?" Shen Jing glanced at Cheng Yue, and immediately added, "Forget it, you don't understand."

"I understand! It's hot and cold right now! Have you never eaten pork or seen a pig run away!" Cheng Yue said.

Shen Jing laughed.

"Then how does it feel when you think of her now? Do you still feel uncomfortable?" When Cheng Yue asked this question, he was a little scared and heartbroken, but this was the truth he had to face.

"No, it's been so many years, and she probably has already forgotten me." Shen Jing thought for a while and said, "She should live a happier life than when she was with me. If she With a boyfriend, he must be better than me."

"Why do you say that?" Cheng Yue asked, frowning.

"Because when she met me, I had nothing." Shen Jing turned her head and looked at him. "At that time, I had no time, no money, and no romance. Pulling one is better than me. It is normal to break up with me, if she can find a partner who can give more for her, I will definitely wish her happiness."

"Then you two broke up peacefully like this?" Cheng Yue pouted and tentatively said, "Then if one day you two meet again, and she doesn't have a boyfriend yet, is it possible for you two to be together?"

"No." Shen Jing said firmly.

"Are you sure?" Cheng Yue was a little delighted.

Before he could finish his sentence, Shen Jing continued, "The contract Tianyao gave me stipulated that dating is not allowed before the age of 30."

"What if there is no treaty?" Cheng Yue asked.

"No." Shen Jing looked out of the window, the sky was covered by dark clouds, and he couldn't see a ray of sunshine, the sky was as dark as his eyes were as cold.

"You said so decisively, it seems that you are not very happy to fall in love with her." Cheng Yue said sourly.

"I didn't quite understand her mind. In addition, I was busy with schoolwork and had little time to communicate with her, so there were many conflicts. She thought I didn't care about her." Shen Jing said.

Cheng Yue didn't want to, and didn't dare to ask whether Shen Jingai loved Song Qianyi.

According to what Shen Jing said before, she was definitely attracted to people at the beginning.

If he heard that sentence from his own mouth, it would probably be the same as a knife being stabbed in the heart, and it would still be the kind of pain that stirred back and forth after being stabbed in.

He gradually realized that with the level of liking he has for Shen Jing now, it is impossible for him to face the fact that he likes someone else and walks with someone else.

He began to be a little dissatisfied with the current state, and wanted to develop something with him as soon as possible, and he didn't want to regret it when he lost Shen Jing in the future.

I don't want to be forgotten by him in a corner.

While the makeup artist was putting on makeup for Shen Jing and Cheng Yue, the shooting of the scene of dismembering and burying the corpses had already started.

Half an hour later, the show manager came to the car to remind the two to get out of the car and prepare to shoot.

Cheng Yue quickly changed his clothes and jumped out of the car.

It was already dark now, and the moon and stars could not be seen in the sky. Occasionally, a plane flew by, shining a faint light in the night sky.

Shen Jing squatted in front of the loose soil and read his lines.

He obviously felt that Cheng Yue was a little absent-minded today. He didn't eat much when he ate just now, which was completely incomparable with his usual appetite.

After making three mistakes, Li Qingliang pulled Cheng Yue aside to talk.

Shen Jing went to the side to drink a few sips of water, and asked him what was going on before the filming started, and if he was not feeling well.

Cheng Yue was stunned, quite surprised, Shen Jing rarely cared about his shooting status before, and was almost immersed in his own world when he was resting.

This is still rare, Shen Jing took the initiative to talk to him.

Is it because you look a little sluggish?

He remembered that Li Qingliang beat him to death the day he first joined the group, and Shen Jing also took the initiative to comfort him and gave him chocolates.

He suddenly felt as if he had discovered something extraordinary.

In the next few days, Cheng Yue suffered serious injuries but no minor illnesses.

Either he had a cold or a cough, or his skin was broken somewhere, which gave Shen Jing a headache, and he spent several times more time chatting with him than usual, encouraging him to adjust his state.

He also took extra care of him during the filming, serving tea and pouring water a lot.

Cheng Yue had done all these things for him before, and he felt that he should take care of them as a matter of course.

This is the first time Shen Jing came to 302 to look for Cheng Yue since he came to Yucheng for more than a month, and served a steaming bowl of porridge with preserved egg and lean meat.

When he heard that Shen Jing cooked it himself, Cheng Yue was so embarrassed that he almost jumped up from the bed to greet him.

Yan Minghao coughed dryly twice, and forced Cheng Yue's leg, "You're almost at forty degrees, do you still have the strength to drink porridge?"

"It's forty degrees!!!?" Shen Jing was taken aback, "Why don't you go to the hospital quickly, your brain will burn out."

He reached out to explore Cheng Yue's forehead.

Yan Minghao slumped to the head of the bed, blocked his hand, picked up the water glass and said, "It's almost...almost forty degrees, I just measured it, and it's just over 37 degrees, which is much better than during the day."

"Scared me," Shen Jing put the porridge bowl on the bedside table, "Have you taken your medicine yet?"

"Not yet," Yan Minghao glanced at Cheng Yue who was on the bed, "I'm planning to get him something to eat, and then take medicine."

Shen Jing looked at Cheng Yue's rosy complexion, and felt that he probably had a severe fever, and felt distressed, "Then do you have an appetite for porridge?"

Cheng Yue nodded weakly, put his hand out of the bed calmly, and pinched Yan Minghao's thigh fiercely.

"Oh!——" Yan Minghao was so painful that he turned sharply at the end, and quickly stood up and said, "I suddenly thought of something to tell the director of the show. You guys talk slowly first, and I will be back in a while."

Shen Jing nodded, lowered her head and asked, "Shall I help you up to drink?"

"I don't have the strength." Cheng Yue's tone was weaker than before, and his two eyelashes trembled slightly, "Forget it."

"How can you not eat!" Shen Jing held the porridge bowl in his hand, "Even if I want to feed you today, I will feed you."

Cheng Yue pointed, "There's a spoon over there."

Shen Jing took the spoon to the bathroom to wash it, took a spoonful of porridge, and fed it to Cheng Yue's mouth, "Be careful it's hot."

Cheng Yue was so excited that he tightened his grip on the bedsheets, trying to please him, "Then you can brag to me."

Shen Jing put the spoon to his mouth and blew, then handed it over.

Cheng Yue raised his head slightly, took a sip, the sweetness reached his heart all the way, and praised habitually, "It's super delicious."

"Isn't it tasteless in the mouth of a sick person?" Shen Jing remembered that when he was hospitalized with gastritis, everything he ate was bitter.

Cheng Yue almost choked, and turned back vigorously, "I can feel the deliciousness of what you cook without using my taste buds."

"That's good, then drink more." Shen Jing took another spoonful, put it to his mouth and blew.

After going back and forth several times, he felt that it was inconvenient to drink porridge like this, so he used two pillows to prop up Cheng Yue's head.

Cheng Yue enjoys the service of his beloved with great joy and comfort, even if he really burns to [-] degrees, he is willing to do so.

He thought he was simply a genius.

Why didn't I find this trick earlier.

In the past few days, Shen Jing spent almost all of his free time on him.

Cheng Yue didn't dare to pretend to be sick for too long. First, he was afraid that Shen Jing would send him to the hospital. Second, there were too many people on the set, so it was too easy to reveal his secrets. If Shen Jing thought that he was playing him, then it would be impossible. The gain outweighs the loss.

After being waited on for more than a week, Cheng Yue repeated all the problems that were easy and not too harmful to his body. He really couldn't think of any good ideas, so he started complaining about his back pain.

This time it wasn't that he was trying to sell miserably.

During the day, there was a scene where Diao Weiya ran and jumped between two buildings, and he was really tossed.

The director didn't care whether he was afraid of heights or not, so he just let him jump from the rooftop on the twentieth floor to another building, with a distance of nearly two meters between them.

When I first looked down, my calves were weak, and I sprained my foot once in the middle, and scratched my skin a little. I still feel that my heart is stuck in my throat and has not fallen back.

The reason why he called for back pain was because he was afraid that Shen Jing would not want to rub the ankle for him.

Shen Jing listened to him singing all the way, with back ache, leg cramps, and wished to buy him a dozen bones wrapped into a mummy.

"Why didn't I see you howling like this when I was exercising?" Shen Jing sighed, and helped Cheng Yue get off the nanny's car, "Are your calves still twitching?"

"It's much better, but I think maybe I need to press it." Cheng Yue looked up at him, "Do you have anything else to do at night?"

Shen Jing probably guessed what he meant, "It's nothing, why don't I pinch it for you?"

"Okay..." Cheng Yue suppressed his laughter almost to the point of madness, and tried to keep his tone as calm as possible, "I'll help you after pinching."

"I don't need it, I don't have any discomfort." Shen Jing said.

"That won't work, how can I let you give me a massage for nothing," Cheng Yue insisted, "I have learned a set of Thai massage techniques before, and I will try it for you later, and I am sure you will meow in comfort. "

"Okay." Shen Jing experienced Thai massage twice when traveling with her parents. She thought it was very good and looked forward to it, but after thinking about it, she felt strange, "You are a young master, where did you go to learn?" Thai massage?"

"I..." Cheng Yue almost bit his tongue, "This person is full of curiosity about the world and loves to learn everything."

As soon as he got back to the room, Cheng Yue couldn't wait to turn on the air conditioner, stripped off his clothes and lay down on the bed, "Come on! Press it anywhere, I feel sore everywhere."

"Just have a massage, and you don't need to wear only a pair of underwear." Shen Jing was always amazed at Cheng Yue's undressing speed, as if he could always break the record.

I don't know if there is any speed in undressing in the Guinness Book of Records, Cheng Yue will definitely win the award.

"It's uncomfortable through the clothes." Cheng Yue lay on the bed, turned his head and said, "After a while, you also take off your clothes and feel the charm of the essential oil massage."

"You still have essential oil?" Shen Jing was surprised.

Cheng Yue didn't have the nerve to say that he bought Indian oil for fun when he passed the adult goods store in a dark alley, and he just thought about how to fool people, so he said "um".

Shen Jing pressed Cheng Yue for a few minutes, but Cheng Yue always felt that his strength was not strong enough.

He simply stomped on it, but Cheng Yue thought he was using too much force, and yelled that his hip bones were going to be crushed and deformed.

"It's really troublesome." Shen Jing sat on Cheng Yue's lap and slapped his buttocks.

"Let me show you a demonstration." Cheng Yue patted his thigh, signaling him to get up.

Shen Jing lay down on the bed, ready to enjoy it.

Cheng Yue ordered him to take off his clothes again.