You Are My Gravity

Zhou Ping took Qin Zheng's hand, only feeling that he was distressed to death as if he was holding a icy tuo.

She saw Qin Zheng filming a few days ago, the weather was good, mostly literary drama, but today's scene, it finally made Zhou Ping the first time to see how difficult it is to film.

Zhou Ping said: "After you return to the hotel, you should take a hot bath first to avoid catching a cold. The weather is so cold and the clothes are so thin and the filming is in the rain for so long. The director is really ruthless enough to not let you rest. A moment?"

Qin Zheng took the opportunity to file a complaint: "He didn't let me rest. He was afraid that it would affect my state. I was hanging under the pressure for half an hour under the rain today. I would freeze to death..."

Qin Zheng still spoke a little trembling now, even though he was a young man with great firepower, he really couldn't stand the toss.

After all, it is already December. Although it is in the south, but... is there no winter in the south?

Zhou Ping frowned: "How can this be done? I'll go to the director when I look back..."

For the first time, Zhou Ping wanted to vent her anger to her son.

Xu's father sighed: "It's not easy to do any line, it's not easy, but, Xiaozheng, I think the path your mother chose for you... is still right, you are very suitable for filming."

Xu Mu said it very seriously. He just watched Qin Zheng filming, and he really felt that the child's bones were very malleable.

Qin Zheng was a little shy, "Well, my mother chose it for me, and I haven't missed it since I was a child..."

Mother Xu asked, "Eh, Xiaozheng, where is Xu Mu, didn't you come with you today?"

Qin Zheng said, "He is in another group, and he was shot separately today. It is probably not much easier than me."

Qin Zheng was a little gloating...

Zhou Ping took a look at the time, it was getting late, and it was estimated that Xu Mu was almost finished.

But now she has no time to wait for him, "Oh, don't care about him, go back first..."

Wen Xiaoyun walked silently at the end, lowering her head, looking at the wet ground.

In her mind, as if looking through the correct answer during an exam, a lot of strange words flashed through...

She squeezed her bag tightly, no matter who the person she met today was, as long as she could help her solve Zhou Ping, she would believe it.

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Back at the hotel, Qin Zheng took a comfortable bath. After coming out, there was already **** tea on the table.

Zhou Ping waved at him: "Come here, quickly drink **** tea."

Qin Zheng walked over, picked it up, and curled his lips in disgust: "Hey... it smells so bad, Mom, can I not drink it?"

Zhou Ping smiled: "What do you mean son?"

Qin Zheng pouted: "Well, drink it..."

The **** tea was very hot, and Zhou Ping called the hotel to help make it.

Qin Zheng sipped his sip, and Zhou Ping saw his head still covered with wet hair, got up and went into the bathroom, took a dry towel out, and wiped Qin Zheng's hair not very gently.

Qin Zheng felt flattered. He turned his head abruptly and asked very seriously: "No, Ms. Zhou Ping...Why are you so gentle today? You said, did you do something sorry for me?"

When Zhou Ping heard this, she slapped Qin Zheng's forehead: "Dead boy, I'll hit you..."

Qin Zheng clutched his forehead, "There must be something you dare not tell me. You said, did you do something sorry for me?"

Zhou Ping reached out angrily and twisted Qin Zheng's face: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

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