Jiang Xingxing had just taken off his makeup and changed into a complicated palace skirt. Her assistant Lu Xiaodao exclaimed: "Sister Xingxing, you are injured!"

Jiang Xingxing stopped and said "ah" in an unknown way.

Lu Xiaodao quickly put down his work, pulled Jiang Xingxing to sit down, and carefully checked her knees: "It's all bruised."

Jiang Xingxing didn't even notice that there was a slight bruise on her knees, which was very light and wouldn't pay attention if she didn't look carefully.

But Lu Xiaodao was a sharp-eyed and clever person. She asked her with concern: "Did you fall?"

"Well."

"Strange, you have both knees. Why did you fall? It's so miserable?"

Jiang Xingxing:...

Not only did Lu Xiaodao say that, Jiang Xingxing didn't even notice it, so he quickly pulled his skirt down to cover up the bruises.

I would have not worn short skirts if I had known it would have been too embarrassing!

Lu Xiaodao was still confused: "Sister Xingxing, is it serious? Do you want to apply some medicine?"

"I get it, thank you."

Jiang Xingxing hurried out of the set, behind him, Chen Chuyan chased after him in a few steps and gave her his black coat.

Jiang Xingxing looked at him in surprise, and he shrugged casually: "It's not that I'm listening to you on purpose, it's just that I just happened to pass by."

Lu Xiaodao's innocent little girl who had never even talked about in love didn't know anything, but Chen Chuyan was different. He understood what was going on.

Jiang Xingxing felt a burning face. It was really embarrassing to see friends of the opposite sex.

Chen Chuyan didn't procrastinate and stuffed his clothes into her hand: "Cover it, there may be fans or puppies when they go out, and it will be troublesome if they are photographed."

His narrow and beautiful eyes were extremely clear, without any intention of being narrow or making fun of him, but his face was full of concern and considerate.

"Thanks."

Jiang Xingxing held his coat and hung down to cover his knees.

However, as soon as the two of them walked out of the film and television city, they saw Chen Niannian leaning against the side of the car and waved to Chen Chuyan.

She was wearing exaggerated pink sunglasses and holding a small parasol in her hand. Her hair was curled into small curls. The skirt was a particularly complex waist-length style, with a skirt underneath, and she had a European princess style when she was swollen.

Jiang Xingxing didn’t know what kind of aesthetic taste Chen Niannian was, and seemed to have a special obsession with this European retro princess dress.

"Your sister is here to pick you up."

She reminded Chen Chuyan.

When Chen Chuyan saw his sister, there was no hint of joy on his face. On the contrary, he frowned deeply and asked Chen Niannian: "Why are you here?"

"Brother, you haven't been home for several days. I miss you anymore. Come and pick you up."

"Where is my parents?"

"None of them came back, I am the only one living in the family now."

Chen Niannian lowered her head, her eyes turned red: "Do you all want me?"

Looking at her pitiful spirit, Chen Chuyan was still soft-hearted after all. After all, he was his own sister. No matter how willful and arrogant, the blood-related affection cannot be abandoned.

So he walked over and touched her head: "Forget it, go home."

Chen Niannian saw Jiang Xingxing and smiled contemptuously at her.

For some reason, Chen Niannian's demonstrative expression made her feel particularly uncomfortable, as if...that's own thing was taken away.

At night, Shang Jie came out of the bathroom and saw the girl sitting on a chair on the terrace with her back facing her.

She was wearing a thin silk suspender nightgown, with a fully spacious design behind the nightgown, which clearly saw her beautiful pair of butterfly bones.

She slowly stretched and her butterfly bone stretched out, as if she was about to fly.

Shang Jie walked over and sat next to her. She was holding a brush and applying nail polish to her toes.

Shang Jie lowered his head to observe, and Jiang Xingxing stretched his foot to him: "Does it look good?"

Shang Jie commented: "The feet look good."

"I'm asking, does the color look good?"

A pair of fair feet, decorated with bright red pills, is particularly attractive.

Shang Jie held her feet and was very rare to scratch her badly. Jiang Xingxing giggled with joy and leaned back: "Let go, don't do this, it's so itchy."

Shang Jie Bian was tickling her hard, and Jiang Xingxing could only kick him hard: "Shang Jie, if you do this again... I'm going to get angry!"

"Call me husband and listen."

"You... think beautifully."

Shang Jie raised his eyebrows and continued to scratch her.

Jiang Xingxing was so itchy that he was almost thrusting, so he could only compromise and said, "Husband! Alas, I've screamed, let go."

"Have you called?"

The sound is too small to hear.”

"husband!"

"Please."

"Please."

A evil smile rose from the corner of his mouth, which made Jiang Xingxing suddenly think that he had seen a long-lost second personality... They are really becoming more and more similar.

Shang Jie is so mean and he looks gentle and gentle on weekdays, but he is actually so bad!

Lawrence once said that the second personality is his unknown side, and Linchuan also said that although he is deserted, his heart is actually hot.

Seeing that Jiang Xingxing was not quarreling or making trouble, Shang Jie let go of her feet and reached out to pinch her face: "What's wrong, are you angry?"

Jiang Xingxing pushed him away: "I touched my feet and then my face, what's wrong with it!"

"I haven't disliked you yet, do you dislike yourself?"

Jiang Xingxing ignored him, continued to hold his thighs and apply nail polish to himself.

Suddenly, the small brush in his hand was taken away by him.

Jiang Xingxing was slightly surprised, but saw him holding her feet, carefully dipped in nail polish, gently covering her small nails with strokes.

Jiang Xingxing felt that his heart was swept by feathers, itchy and ripples appeared.

She held back her laughter and said, "Will you?"

"What won't happen to this."

Jiang Xingxing observed his movements. His movements were light and soft, but at the same time they were very careful and focused, just like when he was working hard.

A serious man is handsome in everything he does.

Jiang Xingxing enjoyed being served by him with peace of mind, and was particularly satisfied.

"If your employees know that if you apply toenails to your wife at home, your cool presidential personality will collapse."

Shang Jie changed her foot and asked casually: "Am I very cold?"

Jiang Xingxing:...

It turns out you didn't even notice it yourself!

"It's hard to get close to people when you usually give me the feeling."

"And you?"

He raised his beautiful black eyes and looked at her: "You also think it's hard for me to get close to you?"

"At the beginning, I felt a little unkind, but after spending a long time with Mr. Shang, I gradually realized that it was not like that."

He is kind-hearted, gentle and humble.

He just doesn't know how to express his emotions very much.

Shang Jie smiled lightly, possessed her to her fair feet, and gently blew it, allowing the oil to slowly dry out.

A hint of coldness touched the soles of her feet, and she couldn't help laughing again: "It's so itchy."

“Where is itchy?”

"you guess?"

Jiang Xingxing smiled and reached out his hand, pulled his tie over, raised his head and kissed him.

...

Downstairs, Linchuan sat on a chair to cool off, and his big hair was lying beside him, and from time to time was attracted by the movements upstairs, his ears stood up, and then drooped, as if he was not surprised.

Linchuan shook his palm-leaf fan and said carelessly: "Da Mao, let's rely on each other for life."

The big Mao responded "woosh".

...
To be continued...