After carefully adjusting the ring size and carefully holding the paper ring in his palm, Chu Xiaochen stood up and walked outside the tent.
After stepping out of the tent, she stopped again and looked at the clothes she was wearing. She hesitated, turned around and walked into the room again.
He quickly walked over, opened his suitcase, took out a set from inside, looked at it, shook his head, squatted down and rummaged through it again.
After comparing left and right for a long time, Chu Xiaochen finally chose a light beige skirt and put it on.
After changing her clothes, she sat down in the small mirror again and combed her hair carefully.
Seeing the small cosmetic bag on the table, she took it over and prepared to put on light makeup.
She doesn't wear makeup on weekdays, but on such an important day like today, she always wants to be more formal.
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In the tent, Luo Jun simply washed his face, sat down at the small table and began to process the mail in the mailbox.
Han Qing knew that he didn't like others to disturb him when he was working, so he took the initiative to leave the tent.
Luo Jun was just halfway through reading the document when someone knocked lightly on the doorpost of the tent.
"Come in." Thinking it was Han Qing, Luo Jun responded without raising his head.
The curtain was lifted, and Qiao Wei walked in with a small white porcelain Gu, and carefully placed the porcelain cup on his table, "I cooked the pear soup with my own hands. It's windy in the desert. Drink some to moisten your throat.
So as not to hurt your throat."
Qiao Wei?!
Luo Jun glanced at the soup on the table and said, "Thank you."
"Why are you being polite to me?" Qiao Wei walked up behind him, "It's hard to film and work again. Can I massage your shoulders?"
There was a question in her mouth, but before Luo Jun could react, Qiao Wei had already raised her hand and placed it on his shoulder.
Luo Jun raised his eyebrows and stood up from the chair, avoiding her palm.
"Are you...something wrong?"
Things haven't reached the level he wants, and he doesn't want to fall out with her now.
"Last night, didn't you want to watch me dance?" Qiao Wei raised her eyes slightly and looked up at him at a 45-degree angle. Her delicately made-up eyes were a bit coquettish and a bit coquettish, "Why did you disappear all of a sudden?
Are you here?"
"I have a job." Luo Jun responded calmly.
"Don't worry, I'm not angry." Qiao Wei took a step forward and came to him, "Today, I will dance for you alone."
With a lift of her fingers, she had already unzipped the belt of the coat she was wrapped around.
The white coat immediately loosened, revealing the black V-neck skirt underneath.
A few days ago, the traces left by Zhou Zheng's play on her body had completely faded, and Qiao Wei dared to appear in front of Luo Jun.
This was the last chance for the two of them to go out on location. She had decided that this time, she would get Luo Jun no matter what.
Throwing away her coat, Qiao Weimei smiled and raised her right hand, lightly placing it on his chest, and she gently twisted her waist and began to dance.
"Qiao Wei!" Luo Jun impatiently stretched out two fingers and pinched the palm of her hand that was touching his chest, "I need this contract very urgently."
"That's it..." Qiao Wei stopped and picked up the porcelain Gu from the table, "No matter how urgent the work is, you have to balance work and rest, and drink some soup."
"Okay, I'll definitely drink it. You can go back first." Luo Jun raised his hand and took the porcelain Gu from her hand. "It's windy outside, so put on your clothes. I won't give it to you."
In this sentence, the meaning of chasing guests is already obvious.
Although Qiao Wei didn't want to leave, she didn't want to make him angry either. She immediately bent down and picked up the coat that had slipped off just now.
