He likes you

On the day of going to Europe, the actors and crew took the same plane.Staff fly economy class, actors fly first class.

Ms. Yuan Yuan, a first-line female model in China, has big wrists, and her airs can't be too small.

When everyone gathered at the airport, she arrived late, and the assistant carried her large and small bags. The large luggage had already been checked in, and four or five bags of supplies needed for the plane could still be taken out.He wore sunglasses on his face and refused to take them off, and he was still applying hand cream before boarding the plane.It's not like going to work, it's like going on vacation.

After boarding the plane and finding his seat, Yuan Yuan adjusted the seat to a comfortable angle.He took out the mirror, put on some lipstick, and patiently waited for the person sitting next to him to come.

Haiyou sat in the seat in front of her.Yuan Yuan saw that Haiyou was a newcomer who hadn't debuted yet, so he stopped communicating with him after saying hello.Although Haiyou's elegant aura, which is as pure as his heroic accent, is very attractive, she still doesn't want to waste too much energy on someone who is not famous.

The stewardess reminded passengers that the plane is about to take off, please turn off your mobile phone first.

Yuan Yuan felt strange, and before turning off his mobile phone, he sent a message to the assistant in the economy class, asking: Why didn't Mr. Qiao come?

The assistant replied: Here we come.

Yuan Yuan: I didn't see him.

Assistant: Um...Mr. Qiao takes the economy class.

Yuan Yuan was stunned: No way?

The journey was boring, and she finally wanted to try to communicate with Haiyou who was sitting in the front seat.

However, Haiyou just looked at his iPad and didn't think about chatting with anyone at all.

Yuan Yuan peeked a little, and found that he was holding a mini cheering light and was watching crystal7's concert video.

"..."

Yuan Yuan, a famous person, expressed emotion from the bottom of his heart: the world is confusing.

Qiao Mo and Feng Xuan's seats were not next to each other.

Sitting next to Feng Xuan was a strange foreigner, and Qiao Mo was on the upper left side of him.

He took a few glances at Qiao Mo. After getting on the plane, Qiao Mo kept looking down at the magazines on the plane and didn't look anywhere else.

After a while, the tall passenger beside Qiao Mo took his seat, blocking Qiao Mo's figure.

Feng Xuan silently looked away, picked up the magazine on the plane, and opened a page, full of unintelligible English.The boring long hours just got a whole lot more boring.

The foreigner sitting next to him tried to talk to him, but he didn't understand a word and just laughed dryly.Over time, foreigners also shut up.

Half an hour after the plane took off, Fengxuan gradually got used to the discomfort in his ears, he became sleepy, his head rested on the back of the chair, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

Qiao Mo got up and said "excuse me" to the person next to him, left his seat, walked towards Fengxuan, and said a few words to the foreign passenger sitting beside Fengxuan.

Feng Xuan's sleep was neither light nor deep. The plane was bumped by the air current, his head sank, and he fell off the shoulder of the person beside him.He woke up immediately, raised his head and said "sorry".

Suddenly startled.The person sitting next to him was no longer a foreign passenger, but Qiao Mo.

Feng Xuan thought she hadn't woken up yet, so she rubbed her eyes twice: "Why did you sit next to me?"

"Just changed seats with that friend."

Feng Xuan rubbed her nose and asked with a smile, "Why do you have to change seats all of a sudden?"

Qiao Mo said, "Maybe I'm afraid that you will scare people when you sleep like this."

Feng Xuan shut up.Damn, I can't talk anymore.

Qiao Mo sat with Feng Xuan, and Feng Xuan couldn't fall asleep.From time to time, he admired the sea of ​​clouds outside the window, from time to time he admired the illustrations in Qiao Mo's English-language magazine, and from time to time he admired Qiao Mo's profile.

Although there is more nothing to do, it is not as boring as before.

The stewardess came over with a drink cart and asked what they wanted to drink.

Qiao Mo said coffee, and Feng Xuan ordered a glass of juice.

The fruit juice wasn't too sweet, so Feng Xuan took a sip, held it, handed it to Qiao Mo and asked, "Do you want fruit juice?"

Qiao Mo saw Feng Xuan holding the juice in both hands, like a rabbit holding a carrot.Without freeing his hand, he lowered his head and touched the rim of the glass with his lips.Feng Xuan consciously tipped the glass, giving him a sip.

The staff on the same plane saw it and sighed for Fengxuan: "The assistant's job has been refined to serving tea and water."

"That's horrible."

The staff felt sorry for him.

The plane flew for a day and a night. Because of the time difference, when we arrived at the destination, the local time was five o'clock in the morning.

After Yuan Yuan got off the plane, he complained about how dirty the blankets on the plane were, pushed everyone away, came to Qiao Mo, and rolled up his sleeves to show him.On the snow-white arms, little by little rashes really appeared.

Qiao Mo glanced indifferently, and briefly expressed his concern: "Go to the staff to get some medicine." Looking at the crowd, "Feng Xuan?"

"Here." Feng Xuan, who was pushed away by Yuan Yuan, squeezed back and followed Qiao Mo.

After leaving the airport, a car will pick them up to their accommodation.

In order to save costs, the company did not book a hotel, but rented two villas.

Yuan Yuan lives in the same apartment as the female staff, and in the same apartment as the men.

The two villas are close to each other, and it is convenient to organize the shooting.

After arriving at the villa, everyone chose a room, and the rooms on the first floor were quickly selected.There are three rooms left on the second floor.Qiao Mo, Haiyou, and Fengxuan share a room with each other.

The director sent a message in the group, asking everyone to sleep and go to Guqiao to shoot the first scene at [-] pm.

Feng Xuan didn't sleep well on the plane last night, so she fell on the big soft bed, wanting to have a good sleep.

Maybe because I have not adapted to being in a foreign country, I couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning.

He took out his mobile phone and looked up information about this place.

It is said on the Internet that this is a holy place for confession.

"Confession." Feng Xuan read these two words.

During my studies, I was confessed by some girls, and I also received a lot of love letters.He should not be unfamiliar with this word.

But facing it today as a seven-year-old Ben San man, Feng Xuan felt shy and shy.

He sat up in bed, grabbed the pillow, and cleared his throat.

Facing Ai Ai on a pillow, scratching her heart and lungs, Feng Xuan said: "I...I love you. No, talk about love all at once, don't scare people away." , "I actually... like... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He hit his head on the pillow, frantically scratching his hair, "Damn, it's so fucking hard!"

Someone knocked on his door.

Feng Xuan's heart was beating loudly, and she asked, "Who is it?"

"It's me. Can you open the door?"

"..." Fengxuan said, "Let's drive."

Haiyou opened the door, poked his head out, smiled and asked, "Hello, I would like to ask you, do you have a hair dryer here?"

"There should be." Feng Xuan got off the bed, found a hair dryer in the cabinet and gave it to him.

Haiyou said thank you, but didn't leave right away.He glanced at the pillows on the bed, and at Fengxuan's messy hair.

Based on his own inexperience, he came to a conclusion recklessly: "May I ask, were you practicing your confession just now?"

Feng Xuan's eyeballs bulged: "You..." His voice lowered a bit, "How do you know?"

Really fucking guessed right.

Haiyou was very happy.This seems to be a more experienced image: "Hold the pillow, use the pillow as an object, and simulate the scene of confession. People who confess for the first time like to do this."

Feng Xuan pursed her lips tightly, with various expressions on her face.

"Let me teach you a practical method, it's simple and fast, and you will be successful." Haiyou kindly offered to help.

Feng Xuan really believed his nonsense: "You, cough. Really?"

With his inexperienced experience and no actual combat experience, Haiyou recklessly said the method: "Direct kiss."

Fengxuan invites Haiyou out.

People like Haiyou should appear less in his life.

He thought, if Haiyou confessed in this way without being slapped, it must be because of his good-looking face.