Chu Dagou silently let him step on it. When Song Qinghan finally lifted his foot, he looked around calmly. Those staff members who stayed in the venue quickly turned their gazes He took it back and lowered his head to pretend that he was busy now.
Just very busy.
"Does your foot still hurt?" Chu Ming stood up from the chair, walked in front of Song Qinghan and was about to bend down to hug him, and said in a low voice, "I'll carry you in to change clothes?"
Song Qinghan glanced left and right at those staff members who were still packing their things on the set, and shook his head slightly: "Just give me a hand."
Chu Ming didn't insist either, and bent down to put his arms around him to help him up. Lin Chan found a pair of plush slippers and put them on for him.
The lace skirt slipped off Song Qinghan's legs, covering his round knees, only revealing half of his calves and delicate ankles.
Chu Ming shook his hand calmly, then lowered his head and carefully helped him walk to the locker room.
Song Qinghan, as the leading actor of the whole play, has his own independent dressing room.Chu Ming helped him in. Lin Chan originally wanted to follow, but as soon as he reached the door, he met Chu Ming's faint glance.
Lin Chan paused, and the door of the dressing room was closed from the inside.
"Where are your clothes?" Chu Ming asked Song Qinghan to sit down on the chair, rolled up his sleeves, and looked around the entire dressing room.
The dressing room is very large, and there are many clothes hanging in rows. There are retro-style men's clothing from the Republic of China period, complicated and gorgeous costumes, and... two rows of small foreign skirts with different styles and colors.
Song Qinghan saw him poking his head over there, annoyed and funny: "I'll do it myself."
Chu Dagou turned his head and looked at him innocently.
Then he came over, bent down under Song Qinghan's bright eyes, lowered his head and kissed him on the lips.
Song Qinghan stared at him, the anger in his heart disappeared instantly, his heart softened, he put his arms around the back of his neck, and raised his head to respond to his kiss.
Song Qinghan's makeup hadn't been removed yet, and the lip gloss was still on his mouth. When Chu Ming lifted his body, his lips were stained with a bright red color, and even the corners of his mouth were stained a lot.
Chu Ming saw Song Qinghan staring at his mouth with a smile in his eyes, raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, and there was a little red mark on his fingertips.
"There are tissues over there." Song Qinghan pointed to the table next to him, then stood up by himself, "I'm going to change my clothes first."
Chu Ming nodded.
He lowered his head and stared at the residual color of lipstick on his fingertips for a while, then strode towards the table, took out a piece of paper and slowly wiped the light red from his hands.
Song Qinghan took off his skirt and put on his usual private clothes.
Under the action of the medicine, the wound on the foot no longer had the tingling sensation it had before, so Song Qinghan simply took a pair of looser casual shoes and put them on.
He walked out of the dressing room with the changed skirt, and then finished the skirt and hung it up.
Chu Ming brought makeup remover water and cotton pads from somewhere, and when he saw him coming out, he raised his hand: "Come here and let me remove the makeup on your face."
Song Qinghan raised his eyebrows in surprise: "You still know how to remove makeup?"
Chu Dagou said modestly and reservedly: "I have learned a little from my mother and sister."
But because Song Qinghan, as an actor, sometimes needs to wear makeup for a long time, he was worried that it would be bad for Song Qinghan's health, so he asked Ji Ruyuan and Chu Han specifically.
"Okay." Song Qinghan sat on the chair, closed his eyes, raised his head with a smile on his lips, and waited for Chu Ming's action.
Chu Ming moistened a cotton pad with eye and lip makeup remover, then covered Song Qinghan's mouth wetly, and then gently wiped his lips carefully.
A lot of lipstick that was wiped off by Chu Ming in the process of kissing spread out on the makeup remover cotton, leaving faint traces in groups.President Chu worked meticulously on Song Qinghan's face, lip makeup, eye makeup, base makeup...
His movements were a bit jerky, but step by step, he did it carefully and meticulously.
Song Qinghan felt that his hand was slowly rubbing the makeup remover cotton over his face. He was almost used to this kind of procedure and now he had a different person to perform it for him. I feel that the piece of makeup remover cotton that is constantly wandering on the face has a special sense of presence. Occasionally, when Chu Ming's hand touches his face, the warm and flexible touch is transmitted from the skin on his face to his entire body. on the cerebral cortex.
Chu Ming looked at Song Qinghan's slightly trembling eyelashes, and stretched out his hand to touch them. The brush-like eyelashes felt light and soft to the touch, causing the owner to suddenly open his eyes.
Chu Dagou silently withdrew his hand, continued to wipe off the last bit of makeup in a serious manner, and then held the used cotton pads in his hand and threw them into the trash can beside him.
"Let's go." Song Qinghan got up and washed his face, then walked back and pulled Chu Ming's arm, "Should we go home or?"
"Director Xiang and the others are eating hot pot." Chu Ming pinned his long hair behind his ears, "Are you going?"
Song Qinghan shook his head: "At this time, the guide and the others probably have already eaten, so I won't go."
"Yeah." Chu Ming was not surprised by his answer, and reached out to rub his hair, "If you want to eat, we can make it at home."
"Okay." Song Qinghan smiled slightly.
Those staff members who were still on the set looked at Song Qinghan who walked out behind Chu Ming, and couldn't help shaking their heads secretly.
Otherwise, why are so many people saying that Song Qinghan is lucky?Seeing that he and Mr. Chu are so close, it looks like true love.
The two bodyguards who usually followed Song Qinghan took a step behind, distributed the snacks left in their arms to the staff who were still on the set, and then kindly told them to go and talk to Xiang Wei and the others after packing up. eat hot pot.
"The account is recorded in Mr. Chu's account."
After the bodyguards finished speaking, they slapped them on behalf of their employer before turning around and following Song Qinghan and his group who had already walked outside the studio.
The staff on the set looked at each other in blank dismay, then lowered their heads again, speeding up their movements.
Mr. Chu has let go of his intentions. No matter how stupid they are, they should know what to say and what not to say.
What's more, if you say it out, no one may believe it... Uh, maybe someone will really believe it.
But they really can't say.
Chu Ming called ahead of time and asked Wei Qian to prepare all the ingredients for the hot pot. When he and Song Qinghan returned home, the table was full of ingredients. Wei Qian also kindly brought them an induction cooker and hot pot. The pot was cleaned and placed in the center of the table.
"Wei Qian is very thoughtful." Song Qinghan looked at the table full of hot pot ingredients, which can be said to be in order, and couldn't help laughing, "You have to remember to give him a raise."
Otherwise, Wei Qian, who was a good work assistant, would suddenly be used by Chu Ming as a life assistant, and I don't know why Assistant Wei felt awkward.
"It was added last month." Chu Ming also replied with a smile, "If you add more, his salary will catch up with mine."
Song Qinghan raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.
There is no one else at home, and the cleaning aunt comes once a day.Song Qinghan looked at the hot pot ingredients on the table, rolled up his sleeves, then took the pot to wash it again, and verbally instructed Chu Ming to pack up two sets of dishes and come out.
The pot filled with water was placed on the induction cooker, Song Qinghan turned the heat to the maximum, and cut a large piece of hot pot seasoning into it.
As the soup bottom slowly boils, the cut hot pot bottom ingredients also slowly melt, and a layer of red, spicy and spicy oil begins to appear on the soup surface, bubbling continuously, gurgling and spitting spicy and delicious smell.
Chu Ming went upstairs to change a piece of clothes and came down, then skillfully mixed the dipping sauce with the seasoning bowl.
Song Qinghan poured some meatballs into it, then put a handful of bean sprouts and old tofu to boil, and then put a handful of juicy Chinese cabbage in the pot, then sat on a chair, picked up a piece of fat beef and put it in the pot Rinse it until it is tender, and then send it to Chu Ming's mouth.
Chu Ming opened his mouth to bite the piece of fat beef soaked in spicy oil, then bit Song Qinghan's chopsticks, and then moved his noble head peacefully.
Free from a dozen.
The hot, spicy and tempting hot pot dispelled the chill in the whole body in early spring when the winter was just over and there was still a strong chill in the air.
Song Qinghan was blanching fat beef, sheep, cabbage, etc., while chatting with Chu Ming in threes and twos.His lips seemed to be dyed by red chili oil, and the slightly swollen lips shone with a layer of bright light, opening and closing to vaguely reveal the tender red tip of the tongue and white teeth.
Chu Ming stared at his blushing and sweaty face, then got up and went to the refrigerator to get two cans of beer, pulled the ring and put them in front of Song Qinghan.
Song Qinghan picked up one of the cans and took a sip, the cold and slightly bitter aroma of the wine diluted the hot feeling in his mouth.He narrowed his eyes comfortably, and the tips of his ears were slightly pink.
Chu Ming picked up another can and took a few sips slowly, then lowered his head and took a few sips of the scalded meat and vegetables that Song Qinghan put into his bowl.
The spicy and mellow taste spread on the tip of his tongue. Chu Ming picked up the can of beer and took another sip to suppress the hotness in his heart.
Wei Qian prepared a lot of ingredients, and Song Qinghan and Chu Ming couldn't eat that much no matter how much they could eat. At the end of the meal, Song Qinghan simply dumped in the rest of the food except for the vegetables. , After it is cooked, turn off the heat and cover it, and keep it at night to see if you can continue to eat it.
Chu Ming put away the bowl and threw it into the dishwasher, Song Qinghan put the rest of the dishes in the refrigerator, and went upstairs to take a shower.He turned his head and glanced at the dishwasher, which was working hard, and then turned and went upstairs mercilessly.
"I took out your clothes for you." Song Qinghan was picking up the pajamas he was wearing at home, and when he heard footsteps on his body, he said without turning his head, "Put it on the bed."
The sound of footsteps had stopped, and he couldn't hear Chu Ming's answer. He fumbled through the closet, and just about to turn his head, his body was gently hugged from behind.
A big fluffy head was placed on his shoulder arrogantly, rubbing it back and forth restlessly, Song Qinghan couldn't help but want to laugh.
"What's the matter?" Song Qinghan raised his hand and rubbed Chu Ming's head, asking with a smile in his eyes.
Just very busy.
"Does your foot still hurt?" Chu Ming stood up from the chair, walked in front of Song Qinghan and was about to bend down to hug him, and said in a low voice, "I'll carry you in to change clothes?"
Song Qinghan glanced left and right at those staff members who were still packing their things on the set, and shook his head slightly: "Just give me a hand."
Chu Ming didn't insist either, and bent down to put his arms around him to help him up. Lin Chan found a pair of plush slippers and put them on for him.
The lace skirt slipped off Song Qinghan's legs, covering his round knees, only revealing half of his calves and delicate ankles.
Chu Ming shook his hand calmly, then lowered his head and carefully helped him walk to the locker room.
Song Qinghan, as the leading actor of the whole play, has his own independent dressing room.Chu Ming helped him in. Lin Chan originally wanted to follow, but as soon as he reached the door, he met Chu Ming's faint glance.
Lin Chan paused, and the door of the dressing room was closed from the inside.
"Where are your clothes?" Chu Ming asked Song Qinghan to sit down on the chair, rolled up his sleeves, and looked around the entire dressing room.
The dressing room is very large, and there are many clothes hanging in rows. There are retro-style men's clothing from the Republic of China period, complicated and gorgeous costumes, and... two rows of small foreign skirts with different styles and colors.
Song Qinghan saw him poking his head over there, annoyed and funny: "I'll do it myself."
Chu Dagou turned his head and looked at him innocently.
Then he came over, bent down under Song Qinghan's bright eyes, lowered his head and kissed him on the lips.
Song Qinghan stared at him, the anger in his heart disappeared instantly, his heart softened, he put his arms around the back of his neck, and raised his head to respond to his kiss.
Song Qinghan's makeup hadn't been removed yet, and the lip gloss was still on his mouth. When Chu Ming lifted his body, his lips were stained with a bright red color, and even the corners of his mouth were stained a lot.
Chu Ming saw Song Qinghan staring at his mouth with a smile in his eyes, raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, and there was a little red mark on his fingertips.
"There are tissues over there." Song Qinghan pointed to the table next to him, then stood up by himself, "I'm going to change my clothes first."
Chu Ming nodded.
He lowered his head and stared at the residual color of lipstick on his fingertips for a while, then strode towards the table, took out a piece of paper and slowly wiped the light red from his hands.
Song Qinghan took off his skirt and put on his usual private clothes.
Under the action of the medicine, the wound on the foot no longer had the tingling sensation it had before, so Song Qinghan simply took a pair of looser casual shoes and put them on.
He walked out of the dressing room with the changed skirt, and then finished the skirt and hung it up.
Chu Ming brought makeup remover water and cotton pads from somewhere, and when he saw him coming out, he raised his hand: "Come here and let me remove the makeup on your face."
Song Qinghan raised his eyebrows in surprise: "You still know how to remove makeup?"
Chu Dagou said modestly and reservedly: "I have learned a little from my mother and sister."
But because Song Qinghan, as an actor, sometimes needs to wear makeup for a long time, he was worried that it would be bad for Song Qinghan's health, so he asked Ji Ruyuan and Chu Han specifically.
"Okay." Song Qinghan sat on the chair, closed his eyes, raised his head with a smile on his lips, and waited for Chu Ming's action.
Chu Ming moistened a cotton pad with eye and lip makeup remover, then covered Song Qinghan's mouth wetly, and then gently wiped his lips carefully.
A lot of lipstick that was wiped off by Chu Ming in the process of kissing spread out on the makeup remover cotton, leaving faint traces in groups.President Chu worked meticulously on Song Qinghan's face, lip makeup, eye makeup, base makeup...
His movements were a bit jerky, but step by step, he did it carefully and meticulously.
Song Qinghan felt that his hand was slowly rubbing the makeup remover cotton over his face. He was almost used to this kind of procedure and now he had a different person to perform it for him. I feel that the piece of makeup remover cotton that is constantly wandering on the face has a special sense of presence. Occasionally, when Chu Ming's hand touches his face, the warm and flexible touch is transmitted from the skin on his face to his entire body. on the cerebral cortex.
Chu Ming looked at Song Qinghan's slightly trembling eyelashes, and stretched out his hand to touch them. The brush-like eyelashes felt light and soft to the touch, causing the owner to suddenly open his eyes.
Chu Dagou silently withdrew his hand, continued to wipe off the last bit of makeup in a serious manner, and then held the used cotton pads in his hand and threw them into the trash can beside him.
"Let's go." Song Qinghan got up and washed his face, then walked back and pulled Chu Ming's arm, "Should we go home or?"
"Director Xiang and the others are eating hot pot." Chu Ming pinned his long hair behind his ears, "Are you going?"
Song Qinghan shook his head: "At this time, the guide and the others probably have already eaten, so I won't go."
"Yeah." Chu Ming was not surprised by his answer, and reached out to rub his hair, "If you want to eat, we can make it at home."
"Okay." Song Qinghan smiled slightly.
Those staff members who were still on the set looked at Song Qinghan who walked out behind Chu Ming, and couldn't help shaking their heads secretly.
Otherwise, why are so many people saying that Song Qinghan is lucky?Seeing that he and Mr. Chu are so close, it looks like true love.
The two bodyguards who usually followed Song Qinghan took a step behind, distributed the snacks left in their arms to the staff who were still on the set, and then kindly told them to go and talk to Xiang Wei and the others after packing up. eat hot pot.
"The account is recorded in Mr. Chu's account."
After the bodyguards finished speaking, they slapped them on behalf of their employer before turning around and following Song Qinghan and his group who had already walked outside the studio.
The staff on the set looked at each other in blank dismay, then lowered their heads again, speeding up their movements.
Mr. Chu has let go of his intentions. No matter how stupid they are, they should know what to say and what not to say.
What's more, if you say it out, no one may believe it... Uh, maybe someone will really believe it.
But they really can't say.
Chu Ming called ahead of time and asked Wei Qian to prepare all the ingredients for the hot pot. When he and Song Qinghan returned home, the table was full of ingredients. Wei Qian also kindly brought them an induction cooker and hot pot. The pot was cleaned and placed in the center of the table.
"Wei Qian is very thoughtful." Song Qinghan looked at the table full of hot pot ingredients, which can be said to be in order, and couldn't help laughing, "You have to remember to give him a raise."
Otherwise, Wei Qian, who was a good work assistant, would suddenly be used by Chu Ming as a life assistant, and I don't know why Assistant Wei felt awkward.
"It was added last month." Chu Ming also replied with a smile, "If you add more, his salary will catch up with mine."
Song Qinghan raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.
There is no one else at home, and the cleaning aunt comes once a day.Song Qinghan looked at the hot pot ingredients on the table, rolled up his sleeves, then took the pot to wash it again, and verbally instructed Chu Ming to pack up two sets of dishes and come out.
The pot filled with water was placed on the induction cooker, Song Qinghan turned the heat to the maximum, and cut a large piece of hot pot seasoning into it.
As the soup bottom slowly boils, the cut hot pot bottom ingredients also slowly melt, and a layer of red, spicy and spicy oil begins to appear on the soup surface, bubbling continuously, gurgling and spitting spicy and delicious smell.
Chu Ming went upstairs to change a piece of clothes and came down, then skillfully mixed the dipping sauce with the seasoning bowl.
Song Qinghan poured some meatballs into it, then put a handful of bean sprouts and old tofu to boil, and then put a handful of juicy Chinese cabbage in the pot, then sat on a chair, picked up a piece of fat beef and put it in the pot Rinse it until it is tender, and then send it to Chu Ming's mouth.
Chu Ming opened his mouth to bite the piece of fat beef soaked in spicy oil, then bit Song Qinghan's chopsticks, and then moved his noble head peacefully.
Free from a dozen.
The hot, spicy and tempting hot pot dispelled the chill in the whole body in early spring when the winter was just over and there was still a strong chill in the air.
Song Qinghan was blanching fat beef, sheep, cabbage, etc., while chatting with Chu Ming in threes and twos.His lips seemed to be dyed by red chili oil, and the slightly swollen lips shone with a layer of bright light, opening and closing to vaguely reveal the tender red tip of the tongue and white teeth.
Chu Ming stared at his blushing and sweaty face, then got up and went to the refrigerator to get two cans of beer, pulled the ring and put them in front of Song Qinghan.
Song Qinghan picked up one of the cans and took a sip, the cold and slightly bitter aroma of the wine diluted the hot feeling in his mouth.He narrowed his eyes comfortably, and the tips of his ears were slightly pink.
Chu Ming picked up another can and took a few sips slowly, then lowered his head and took a few sips of the scalded meat and vegetables that Song Qinghan put into his bowl.
The spicy and mellow taste spread on the tip of his tongue. Chu Ming picked up the can of beer and took another sip to suppress the hotness in his heart.
Wei Qian prepared a lot of ingredients, and Song Qinghan and Chu Ming couldn't eat that much no matter how much they could eat. At the end of the meal, Song Qinghan simply dumped in the rest of the food except for the vegetables. , After it is cooked, turn off the heat and cover it, and keep it at night to see if you can continue to eat it.
Chu Ming put away the bowl and threw it into the dishwasher, Song Qinghan put the rest of the dishes in the refrigerator, and went upstairs to take a shower.He turned his head and glanced at the dishwasher, which was working hard, and then turned and went upstairs mercilessly.
"I took out your clothes for you." Song Qinghan was picking up the pajamas he was wearing at home, and when he heard footsteps on his body, he said without turning his head, "Put it on the bed."
The sound of footsteps had stopped, and he couldn't hear Chu Ming's answer. He fumbled through the closet, and just about to turn his head, his body was gently hugged from behind.
A big fluffy head was placed on his shoulder arrogantly, rubbing it back and forth restlessly, Song Qinghan couldn't help but want to laugh.
"What's the matter?" Song Qinghan raised his hand and rubbed Chu Ming's head, asking with a smile in his eyes.
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