The Guy Who is Going To Wear This Girl is Poisonous

After finishing work, Liu Huanjiao and Li Daming went back to their place of residence and just turned around.

Just noticed a figure standing at the door.

Before she could see who the other party was, she shouted to Convenience, "Liu Huanjiao."

The two walked over, Liu Huanjiao looked at each other, "He Jinnian? Why are you here?"

He Jinnian didn't speak.

Li Daming consciously pointed to the yard with Liu Huanjiao, motioned him to go back first, and blinked again.

This blink means more expressions.

Don't make trouble.

come back earlier.

Don't have any scandals.

Outside, Liu Huanjiao and He Jinnian were left.

"What's up?"

These days, although occasionally two people still talk about me and I talk about you, He Jinnian's attitude has obviously changed a lot. Sometimes the poisonous tongue seems to be just for the poisonous tongue.

Not because you hate her or something.

Coupled with the identities of the two in the play, the time spent on the play together is quite long.

Of course, what’s more important is that there is no entertainment in the mountains, and occasionally the directors have holidays, and they are all the actors playing together.

I went to the river to catch fish, grilled fish, and had a picnic several times.

At this time, Li Daming had fully demonstrated his merits of nonessentiality. This man actually even brought the condiments, so he was afraid that the things in the mountains would not taste good?

Pulling too far, in short, the relationship between the two is not as rigid as before.

The night breeze was very cold, but He Jinnian's vision was a little hot, "Did you just film the scene of the violence?"

"Um."

"Performing..." It is estimated that He Jinnian wanted to say how he was acting, but after thinking about it incorrectly, he changed it and his tone was a little arrogant. "How many times have you been ng? Definitely a lot. Second-rate!"

"Do you think I will come back so early many times?"

He Jinnian was blocked at once.

After a few seconds of silence, his expression became normal, "Are you okay?"

"What will happen to me?"

He Jinnian looked at Liu Huanjiao in front of him. She smiled so beautifully, but she was as cold as a piece of ice, as if no one could melt her.

"Don't you know? Every time you enter a movie, it makes people feel like you are the person in the movie! Although you seem to come out every time you finish filming, but..."

"So you are afraid that I would be too intrigued in the violent scene today and can't get out?" Liu Huanjiao asked him.

He Jinnian, "I..."

Liu Huanjiao raised her eyebrows, "Are you caring about me?"

He Jinnian moved his fingers, as if he wanted to make a fist, but didn't hold it, "I..."

Without saying it again, Liu Huanjiao interrupted him, "It's a bit cold, I have to go back and rest. There is nothing special. Can I talk about it if I have time?"

He Jinnian nodded finally.

Liu Huanjiao had already bypassed He Jinnian, turned her back to him, waved, goodbye.

"Good night." He Jinnian stood in the wind for a while.

Finally, he closed his coat, lowered his head slightly, and said to her and also to himself.

Although man-made disasters are the most unpredictable, they are also frightening.

But natural disasters are the most shocking and the most powerless.

The dilapidated school was built by the villagers, and I did a favor.

Facing the booming boulders and mudslides, he was so vulnerable.

Mo Xiaoli rescued almost all the children, and finally blocked the stakes with his body, hugged a five-year-old child, and was submerged in the mud.

Xiaoyan came back with good news about his college entrance examination results, but saw two corpses dug up by the villagers.

Hug together tightly.

It took a lot of effort to separate the two.

The child's parents held the child and wept bitterly. He rushed over and knelt on the ground, unable to believe it.

She smiled at him in the morning and told him to come back earlier, saying that he would surprise him.

But now, she was lying in the dirty mud, without breathing, her ruddy face lost its blood.

He picked her up tremblingly, trying to wipe off the dirty mud on her face, but the more he wiped it, the dirtier he got, and the more he wiped it, the dirtier it got.

Dripping, dripping, tapping, tapping...a drop of tear slid down his face.

It fell on her face and fainted.

"what!"