Jiang Tong shook his head first, but nodded again as he shook it. Ren Cheng Qiming held an umbrella, half-wrapped his shoulder and walked to the expensive car, and gentlemanly opened the car door for him.

"Come in."

Just as Jiang Tong was about to bend over and go in, a person suddenly came out and pulled him out with an unknown force. Jiang Tong was startled and looked up and saw that it was Gao Kun!

“High…high…”

"Come here for me." The umbrella that Gao Kun was originally carrying was now overturning on the ground, and the rain hit his face with a crackling sound. His eyebrows were twisted into a ball, and he stretched out his hand to push Cheng Qiming away, "What the hell are you doing?" After saying that, he pushed again, "Where do you want to take him?"

Cheng Qiming wanted to explain, but before Gao Kun could explain clearly, he was about to hit someone. Jiang Tong immediately blocked the middle of them, so anxious that he couldn't speak. He could only scream and grabbed Gao Kun's hand. The small notebook he had held in his hand fell to the ground.

Gao Kun suddenly thought that he had just finished the injection and had the needle on his hand, so he immediately took back his hand, but the anger in his heart could not come out, "Let me go, let go!"

Jiang Tong was startled by him, and he let go of the hand that grabbed his arm and looked into his eyes.

"Go home." Seeing him standing there motionless, Gao Kun yelled again, "Don't you understand human words if I ask you to go back?"

"Don't do this, he is just to help you..."

Gao Kun directly interrupted Cheng Qiming's explanation, "Did I let you talk? Please stay away from him. If you want to harm others, don't look for him! Don't think that you can ruin others as you have two money!"

Jiang Tong suddenly understood what Gao Kun meant.

He bent down silently, picked up the small notebook that he had been soaked, and handed it to Gao Kun without saying a word, but Gao Kun was angry and had not finished tying Cheng Qiming, so he could not care about Jiang Tong.

"I tell you! I can't even control those who like men and women, but you don't allow Jiang Tong to touch him! He is not like you, please stay away from him!" Gao Kun said as he remembered the boy he saw in the epidemic prevention center before. He was also innocent and was younger than Jiang Tong. He was just playing in the bar for a night and was drunk and raped and infected with AIDS. He became like him and was frightened every day.

Gao Kun pushed Jiang Tong with his elbow, "Go home, go home."

Jiang Tong's notebook was pushed off by him again, and he hurriedly picked it up again. He stood up and wanted to give it to him, but he found that Gao Kun was lying at his feet.

He was so scared that he immediately knelt on the ground, hurriedly hugged Gao Kun's head in the heavy rain, turned around and looked at Cheng Qiming, wanting to hand him the small notebook in his arms, but there was no way, so he could only kowtow to him constantly, and the already incoherent voice was cut by the heavy rain.

"Save...he...please, please...you..."

After knocking several times, Cheng Qiming couldn't bear it, so he could only squat down and lift Gao Kun up and put it into the car, and closed the door.

"You go to the co-pilot, we have to send your friend to the emergency department now."

Jiang Tong sat in the co-pilot, but he almost turned around and stared at Gao Kun, who was lying in the back seat, unconscious.

Cheng Qiming glanced at him, sighed, and started the car and drove towards the hospital.

"Pass."

This scene took fourteen times before it was taken down. Three actors pulled in the rain for an hour and a half. As soon as the director called for a few assistants, he immediately carried an umbrella and wrapped them with bath towels. There was a problem with the car arranged by Jiang Yin for Xia Xiqing on the road, so Xiaoxiao could only temporarily take him to Zhou Ziheng's RV. Anyway, it was raining heavily again at this time, and there were almost no paparazzi squatting.

"I finally finished the filming before dawn. If I continue to waste it like this, I will get sick." Xiaoxiao took clean clothes and hot black tea that had been prepared long ago, and took off the makeup on Zhou Ziheng's face. "Xi Qing's illness has only been cured for half a month."

Xi Qing smiled and said thank you. Xiaoxiao then followed Xiao Luo to the driver's seat in front and helped them pull the curtains in great thoughtfulness, "You can sleep for a while, and it will probably be dawn when you go back to the hotel."

When Xia Xiqing got in the car, Zhou Ziheng had already changed his clothes, and now he is the only one left.

"Turn around."

Zhou Ziheng looked a little smile on his face, and his voice lowered a little, "I haven't seen it from inside to outside."

Xia Xiqing was too lazy to tuggle with him, "Is it okay to love to turn around?" He quickly took off his shirt, Zhou Ziheng obediently took a towel to wipe his upper body dry, and then put his short sleeves on his head.

The makeup on her face had been washed away by the heavy rain, and she had changed into white short-sleeved shirts. Xia Xiqing is now like a student, simple and refreshing.

"Let me help you with your pants?" Zhou Ziheng picked up the pants on the table, shook them for a moment, and the next second was snatched by Xia Xiqing, and glared at him fiercely.

Although he was joking, he was concerned about the assistant in the driver's seat, Zhou Ziheng turned his face away, his mind was filled with the scenes in the play just now, and his emotions were not completely removed.

Xia Xiqing changed her clothes and lay down on the sofa bed in the RV, feeling that she had been hollowed out.

Zhou Ziheng also lay down on his side, kissed Xia Xiqing in the eyes, and whispered, "It's all swollen from crying."

After hearing this, Xia Xiqing covered his eyes with the back of his hand, thinking about filming, "If it continues to swollen, it will not even be on the show tomorrow."

"Don't cover it." Zhou Ziheng kissed his palm, "You look so good when you cry, I like to watch it."

Xia Xiqing took his hand away and patted his forehead, "Why do I think you are a sadistic guy? You can't be a sick person at heart, right?"

"Sick and cute? What is sick and cute?" Zhou Ziheng grabbed Xia Xiqing's hand and kissed him again.

"Just..." How to explain it? Xia Xiqing thought about it and felt that he couldn't explain it clearly. "Forget it, you go back and check it." He looked at Zhou Ziheng, who had lost a lot of weight, and seemed to have lost a little of his previous general attack aura. He was really like a twenty-year-old child, and even red hair could not stop the youthful anger.

Xia Xiqing first touched his face, then went down and pinched Zhou Ziheng's waist, "You have lost a lot of weight, you have lost fifteen pounds during this period."

"It's almost twenty kilograms." Zhou Ziheng sighed, "Director Kun said he had to lose weight, and my abdominal muscles and other things were gone."

These days, all the lunch boxes of Zhou Ziheng were specially arranged by Jiang Yin. Sometimes he would eat a bowl of boiled oil and wheat vegetables, and then eat some apples cut into small pieces during the filming. As he saw that he lost weight, his originally proud figure turned into a thin bamboo pole.

The actor's figure needs to be adjusted according to the role. Zhou Ziheng has experienced filming before. He is quite happy to devote himself to art, but now he still doesn't want him to see his ugly appearance when filming with someone he likes.

Xia Xiqing poked his sunken cheek and sighed, "Hurry up and finish the film."

If you lose weight so much, your body will be exhausted.

"Do you can't stand it anymore?" Zhou Ziheng said with a smile.

"Why do you say that?"

Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and hugged Xia Xiqing, his voice became much smaller, "You didn't say before, you just like this face and your figure..."

Before he finished speaking, Xia Xiqing laughed. Zhou Ziheng looked up at him, "Why are you laughing at?"

"Laughing, how could I be deceived by a fool like you?"

"you……"

"Although I don't dislike the white-striped chicken, you'd better train me back after the filming, otherwise..." Xia Xiqing leaned against Zhou Ziheng's ear, holding the small silver earrings on his earlobe. The tip of his tongue was wet and hot, and the cold metal and gradually hot skin were ground.

Just like his voice, soft.
Chapter completed!