Days dominated by wife-watching demons

In the end, An Jing's group borrowed a small cart from the owner of the seafood stall, and brought back all the piles of things.

An Jing looked at a carload of things that cost dozens of times the cost, feeling like she wasn't here to do a task at all, but Ge Zijie just took advantage of the name of the show to add burden to the refrigerator in their dormitory.

I just said in a text message in the morning that there are not many ingredients in the refrigerator and I need to buy them. This person took advantage of the time of the show to buy such a cart.

Of course, they were not the only ones who were surprised by this. After the two groups met, the Wanyu group, who honestly planned and carefully calculated three big dishes with 100 yuan, stared at this small cart with envy and jealousy.

"It... only cost a hundred here?" Song Fan said with a trembling voice, "Are you a face-scratcher, which stall owner is so generous, I'll take our Goddess Wan to try it too."

"It's real money." Ye Min walked up to her and patted her shoulder, leaning over her ear, "Director Ge's real money."

Song Fan's mouth immediately opened into an "O", but she reacted quickly and changed the sentence "Is this all right?" to, "Our director is also amazing."

Subtext: So can you give me a bite later?

Ye Min clicked his tongue in disgust, "Can you have some backbone?"

Ge Zijie gave her a cold sideways glance, cutting off her thoughts directly.

Wan Yu didn't respond, but turned around and asked Xi Ge, "Didn't you just say you want stewed chicken, so go buy it now?"

"You pay for it at your own expense? Forget it." Xi Ge rolled his eyes, "I saw it in An Jing's basket."

Originally thought that Xi Ge was trying to save himself some money, Wan Yu: "..."

Well, it's good to have ready-made ones.

Because the kitchen in the dormitory is relatively large, a few people also take out the spare pots in the cabinet, so that the two teams can cook together.

Wanyu's stewed chicken, and Ge Zijie's fish soup took a lot of time, so each of them took a pressure cooker first.

An Jing is the only one who can cook, so the team can only send her out to take charge of the cooking. Ye Min is in charge, Ge Zijie is standing aside, but Wan Yu's team is just the opposite. Take up the task of being a chef.

On the screen, the otherworldly Wan Ying Hou put on an apron and cooks in person, how could this scene be spared.

As soon as this scene came out, the barrage exploded instantly.

'I can do this woman!Don't let anyone stop me, I x someone must enter AW, not only can enjoy the director's caring care, but also can see my goddess side. '

"Wake up upstairs, I don't know if you can see Goddess Wan if you really enter AW, but I have a misconception that I need to help you correct. Director Ge doesn't have that much love to squander, and I didn't see her in the shopping session. Take a look at Song Fan? Others besides Nai Jing deserve to enjoy that look. '

"During the interview, when Director Ge mentioned Naijing's name without hesitation, I became a CP fan!"

After all, An Jing's basket had too many ingredients, and she did not refuse to borrow Xi Ge's chicken for use. The old hen that Ge Zijie paid for himself was quickly turned into pieces under Wan Yu's nimble knife skills, smashing it into pieces. Into the pot to become a gourmet dish.

Xi Ge originally wanted to lend a helping hand, but after smashing the second bowl, he was reprimanded by Wan Yu and went to sit in the living room.

"As long as you don't help yourself."

"cut."

Xi Ge was also happy to have a leisurely time. He sat cross-legged on the sofa and began to check Weibo with his mobile phone.

While watching happily, An Jing had already prepared three dishes and put them on the table. Xi Ge grabbed her, handed her the phone, and pointed to the comment on it, "Hey, look, both of us are CP fans. Climb the wall and climb the light."

An Jing seldom paid attention to this kind of thing, and her understanding of CP has always been on the level of "the team seems to have a better relationship", but whenever she sees the slander of netizens, she can always refresh her profile again and again. Three Views.

"Tsk, it's a pity when you think about it, the CP that Sister Xu managed to fire up for us, just let a secretly photographed photo of you and the director disappear." Xi Ge still had a piece of shredded squid in his mouth, Speech is a little lisp.

"Is it a pity..." An Jing thought about it. It is true that forming a CP is a common method of attracting fans in the entertainment circle. After all, it can realize the sharing of fan resources between both parties. However, for An Jing, it seems that there is not much difference. This kind of thing has never paid much attention to.

"What a pity?" Suddenly came two cold voices from behind.

Xi Ge and An Jing's back felt numb, and a chill crawled up his spine. When he turned his head, there were two serious poker faces.

"No! It's not a pity at all. I think it doesn't matter whether you are a CP or not." An Jing reacted so quickly for the first time, explaining that this matter must be done as soon as possible.

Xi Ge looked at her incredulously, and complained in a low voice, "You react quickly at this time."

An Jing pretended not to hear, lowered her eyes in a cute manner, moved to Ge Zijie's side in small steps, took the plate in her hand, "I'll serve it to you."

Ge Zijie looked indifferently, "No need."

An Jing followed her to the table, and when the two of them were close, she whispered to her, "Actually, I think it's pretty good to form a cp with you, although I know the fans are just joking, but occasionally you can check your mood." It will get better."

"Yeah." Ge Zijie straightened the plate, then turned his body to An Jing's direction, "After the explanation is over, wash your hands and eat."

An Jing glanced up at her, and whispered, "Don't be angry, are you?"

Ge Zijie rubbed her head, and she wanted to laugh when An Jing put on a cautious look to explain, "It's not me who is angry."

Ge Zijie turned his head to the side, An Jing followed her line of sight, and saw the scene of Xi Ge being pulled into the room by Wan Yu's collar.

"There are other people who have emotions."

Xu Bai, who was in Guanlan, rubbed his temples tiredly, and said to the assistant director beside him, "Please don't cut this part into the feature film."

"Okay, Miss Xu, I see."

The two kept recording until it was almost dark before leaving. Wan Yu took the first step because he had a schedule, and Ge Zijie took the second step and waited for the director team to leave and waited for An Jing to come out at the door.

"Is it the crew's wrap-up banquet in two days?" The two did not choose to take the elevator, and walked side by side in the dark stairwell.

"Well, the day after tomorrow, seven o'clock in the evening." An Jing was reminded of such a thing.

"Call me in advance when the time comes, and I'll take you there." In the dark, Ge Zijie stretched out his hand to grab An Jing's wrist hanging by his side, "It's not safe at night."

It is even more unsafe if there is no title.

"Okay." An Jing raised her hand and clasped her fingers together.

The lights in the stairwell are voice-activated, and the two of them spoke in a low voice, halfway up the stairs, it was still dark and did not turn on.

An Jing saw a button with a green light on the wall, and thought it should be a manual switch. She took a step forward and wanted to press it, but accidentally stepped on the air, and she jumped forward.

"Be careful." Ge Zijie was still holding her hand, and quickly pulled her back with his arms, pulled her into his arms, and then embraced her with his arms.

The sudden weightlessness made An Jing's heart rate go too fast, and the organs in her chest throbbed obviously, but it calmed down because of enough strength on her waist to feel safe.

"Did you think about me the past few days when you left?" Ge Zijie looked down at her with a serious expression.

An Jing just remembered that when this person came in the morning, she told herself that she came because she missed her. At that time, An Jing changed the topic and failed to get back the feeling of missing her.

Because of the action just now, the voice-activated light in the corridor was ordered to turn on, and the bright light hung above her head, making Ge Zijie's gentle eyes imprinted in An Jing's eyes, which was inevitably clear. It was this clarity that made her fingers start to curl up subconsciously. stand up.

An affirmative answer, she was ashamed to say it, and she didn't make that kind of ridiculous act of risking everything every time.

"Ok?"

Because of the close proximity, An Jing could even hear the urging in Ge Zijie's voice.

"Don't move." An Jing grabbed her sleeve and fixed her gaze on the ground, "Don't make a sound either."

Although he didn't know what An Jing was trying to do by saying that, Ge Zijie still followed suit.

An Jing bit her lip, as if she had made up her mind, she aimed at the manual button she hadn't pressed just now, and reached out to turn off the light.

The sight became dim again, but this time, on the contrary, it brought An Jing a lot of sense of security and courage.

An Jing gently tiptoed, according to the height in her memory, and pressed her lips on the softness, still familiar with the touch, she slowly closed her eyes, Ge Zijie still abided by the rule of not making a sound, but never said anything. He hesitated to break another one.

The arm clasped around An Jing's waist tightened, pressing her tightly into her arms, aggravating the kiss delivered to her door, the tip of her aggressive tongue rushed into the hot mouth, causing a mess inside, Enduring such a kiss, An Jing's knees felt a little weak, and she fell backwards, holding Ge Zijie's arm to regain some sense of balance.

It wasn't until An Jing was out of breath and slapped Ge Zijie on the shoulder with rapid force that he was released.

In the narrow stairwell with no light, a little gasp was magnified countless times. It seemed that Anjing could only hear her own thunderous heartbeat and heavy breathing. She knew it without looking up, Ge Zijie He must be looking down at himself right now.

Thinking of this, An Jing took a step back, opened a safe distance, and then said a word, before Ge Zijie could react, she quickly turned and ran away.

"I thought about it."

In the darkness, the corners of Ge Zijie's mouth were raised, and a faint smile overflowed from his lips.

"Ah! Hiss—" An Jing simply turned off the high light again, causing her knee to hit the railing again out of impatience.

"Bumped into it?" Accompanied by this concerned sentence, someone came up from behind.

"No!" An Jing hurriedly said, and ran away across two flights of stairs.

Ge Zijie stood straight on the spot, and just pressed the switch with his outstretched hand, but An Jing's figure disappeared from his widened vision... Is it a rabbit?

The author has something to say: the input method memory is terrible, my teacher is almost beating me like a pigeon sister recently...