Be the Golden Finger for the Actress’ Rival

    In the quiet room, the sound of water tut.

    Ming Xu had already let go of Song Jianzhi's hand, to be precise, put her hand on his shoulder, now Song Jianzhi has obviously lost the strength and thought to push him away, only Can softly drape over his rounded shoulders.

      A pool of water that can exist.

    Ming Xu had to find a way to fix her.

    Fix to yourself.

    It fits perfectly.

    Abundance and tenderness are squeezed together in one place, the unique fragrance of women is blended in this way, Mingxu's hands are tightly wrapped around her tight and delicate waist, showing a rare sight tough.

    Song Jianzhi moved her body impatiently, and a soft moan escaped from the lips of the two of them.

    Ming Xu was slightly awake, slowed down his strength, and his palm just touched one of her exposed waistlines.

    Skin-to-skin.

    Song Jianzhi's body trembled violently.

    Her mind was chaotic, she only knew to follow her intuition and cater to Mingxu's actions.

    Open, accept, entangle, respond.

    “ding—”

    There was a light sound on the ground, the sound was a little dull, but at this moment, when it was extremely quiet and quiet enough to hear every subtle movement, the two suddenly woke up.

    Ming Xu gasped lightly, got up and left.

    How to do this.

    Song Jianzhi was a little at a loss and a little nervous about this "after the fact" remnant, and subconsciously stretched out the tip of her tongue and licked it.

    The tip of her tongue flashed between her watery lips, and Mingxu took a breath.

    Meticulous and gentle.

    Song Jianzhi was about to go back fiercely, and asked her why she came so suddenly, but now people are staring at him tenderly, grooming their hair, etc., and they are embarrassed to get angry.

    Mainly…

    She doesn't hate either.

    I don't feel disgusted in my heart, how can I get angry. But I still have to say something. After Song Jianzhi reluctantly used his still-lucid brain to think about the logic, he whispered:

    "Didn't I tell you last time, I can't do it again."

    "What?" Ming Xu's voice was not high, like a lover's murmur.

    Song Jianzhi: Do you have to tell me straight!

      tangled.

    She changed the subject: "What was the sound just now?"

    Ming Xu looked down at his feet, bent down and picked up the bag: "Mobile phone."

    "Oh, cell phone, you should see if someone is looking for you. If you look west, ignore it." Eyes, suddenly reacted, "Mobile phone?"

    "Didn't you come back to find your phone??"

    Song Jianzhi's unbelievable expression was mixed with accusations, as if to say that I believed you so much that you lied to me.

    Ming Xu took out his phone and said calmly, "It was me who was wrong, I should have just said that I wanted to kiss you."

    Song Jianzhi:…

    No, you shouldn't.

    I didn't give them another chance to argue (tiao) and discuss (qing), Mingxu's mobile phone screen lit up again, it was Pei Zishu's phone number.

    Ming Xu pick up.

    "Mingxu, are you at home? I just sent you a message and didn't reply - I'll pick you up if you're not at home, don't walk around, something happened to Weibo."

    The quiet room was enough for both of them to hear Pei Zishu's anxious and annoyed voice, "You went to talk to Sun Xia in the morning, right? This deflated calf has eyes smaller than a pinhole. , Xiwang has just issued a statement on Weibo, and he has put the blame on you, both overtly and secretly."

    "Now there are reporters at the gate of your community and the gate of the company, all waiting to get good news."

    Mingxu's voice could not hear any emotion, she received the news calmly, and said quietly: "I know, I'm not at home now, but here..." Mingxu glanced and forgot to be ashamed Annoyed and nervous, Song Jianzhi said, "It's very safe here, there is a car that can take me home."

    Pei Zishu didn't think much, just said, "You're not at home? You'd better not go back when you're not at home, just count your squatting reporters the most."

    Mingxu wanted to say that she was not afraid of being interviewed, and besides, although her current residence was not as strong as the security of Ganlinyuan, she would not be so miserable as being chased by reporters.

    However, Ming Xu raised his eyes to see Song Jianzhi's concerned expression, reached out and combed his hair back, tilted his head and said, "Well...I'll think about it, I'll give it to you later. reply."

    Song Jianzhi looked at Mingxu and hung up.

    She asked, "Is it serious?"

    Actually, she knew it wasn't that serious, and she should explain that the way forward would be much better than the original.

    This time I contacted Mingxu in advance, Mingxu will not be entangled after starring in the film invested by Wei Xiao, and Bole will not give her any help to terminate the contract. Xinghan will give it here.

    In the original, this wave was almost killed and reborn.

    But browsing the plot is from an outsider's point of view, naturally indifferent, now Mingxu is standing in front of him alive, his eyes are clear and deep, especially the close contact just now, make Song Jianzhi Clearly feel that this person is alive.

    Her blood is hot, and the blood is flowing in her body, so she looks cold and cold, but her embrace is warm.

    Song Jianzhi couldn't help but be moved by her.

    Like at this moment, Mingxu said nonchalantly: "It's alright, if you really can't go home, you heard me, the agent can come and pick me up."

    Song Jianzhi was still worried, because Mingxu would always be chased and intercepted by paparazzi, and then used her cold face to make nonsense, saying that she was in a bad mood. Just slapped at reporters.

    Ming Xu added: "Let's go, it's time for you to go back to Ganlin Garden, you can go back in your own car, I'll wait for Sister Pei."

    "I'm not going to Ganlin Garden today, my sister is going home, I'll go back and tell her something - why don't you stay at my place for a few days?" The idea is perfect.

    "Look, the daily necessities in Ganlin Garden are all available, you can ask Li Man to send some clothes over there. I don't live there for a few days, so it's okay."

    Ming Xu took out the sunglasses and mask from the bag and put it on, covering her face tightly, Song Jianzhi couldn't see anything, only her clear voice could be heard through the thin cloth Outgoing:

    "You don't like me being too close to you, how can I live in your apartment."

    Song Jianzhi was stuck in her head, and she really thought about this question, but the reason was too untenable, she quickly figured out: "What's the matter, you live in Ganlin Garden , I don't live with you."

    "Besides, I can't leave it alone, even if it's an ordinary friend, let alone you."

    You are my only service object duck!

    This is not what Mingxu meant.

    If Mingxu's sunglasses lose their blocking function, Song Jianzhi will definitely be shocked by Mingxu's fixed gaze on him.

    Fortunately, Song Jianzhi is a fool who doesn't think much about this.

    Mingxu slightly hooked his lips, a little apologetic in his nice voice: "I've caused you trouble."

    Song Jianzhi always felt that there was something in this tone, and felt that she was thinking too much.

    But she soon found a new reason: "It should be, how can you say that you are also an artist I personally dug up."

    Speaking, Song Jianzhi first felt at ease, as if there was a reason, doing all this by himself was a well-known teacher and deserved it.

    One of the paparazzi pretended to be a passerby who took a selfie in front of the fountain, and said to the bluetooth earphone while playing the sand sculpture scissors: "Miss Qiao, I have been sitting at the gate of Sikou all afternoon. See Mingxu come out."

    I don't know what was said over there, the paparazzi was so angry that he couldn't keep the selfie expression and growled: "You took the initiative to find us the news, it means that you didn't bring the agent and assistant to Siko alone, now Explain to me that I might have left in someone else's car a long time ago, you are making fun of me!"

    The paparazzi hung up the phone rudely, and even wanted to drop the earphones together.

    Qiao Xin was manicuring her nails, and she was angry at the paparazzi's attitude. , Mingxu didn't bring an agent assistant."

    But who would have thought that she would get mixed up with the third miss of the Song family.

    I originally wanted to bet that Mingxu was caught without knowing it, but I didn't expect her to respond so quickly, she must have asked Song Jianzhi for help.

    Qiao Xin picked up the mobile phone on the side of the Weibo hot search, and watched with satisfaction that the hot search for "Mingxu abandoned his old club" has climbed to the top three.

    She refreshed again, and another hot search with "Mingxu" also climbed up.

    "Shura Field Mingxu"

    What is this?

    Qiao Xin went in curiously and excitedly.

    "I don't know if anyone remembers the revelations on the second day of the Jinyi Awards. Today, I saw Mingxu's incident broke out. A friend in the blogger's circle couldn't help revealing that Mingxu After all, looking at her noble and glamorous persona, who would have thought that she would not only abandon her old club, but also get involved with President Wei, a veteran of the entertainment industry."

    "In the Shura field, Song Mingyuan and President Wei are both positive, but this female star is really hidden and let others take the blame for her for so long."

    A few WeChat chat records and guesses about the actress in the Shura Field are attached below. The most in the screenshots is He Xilan.

    The popularity of Weibo quickly rose, and the following malicious comments were swiped.

    "click-"

    The door of the second bedroom was pushed open, Song Jianzhi came in with a brand new four-piece cotton suit and said, "No one lives in the second bedroom, but luckily there are new ones in the storage room. , they are all washed and spared by auntie when the season changes, you can use it with confidence."

    Mingxu was standing at the head of the bed and looked down at the phone. He heard the sound and raised his head, put the still lit phone on the bedside table, and greeted him: "Thank you, you have been very thoughtful."

    When making the bed together, Song Jianzhi's eyes swept across Mingxu's mobile phone screen. He didn't read the content carefully, but the hot search on Weibo is always easy to attract people's gossip psychology.

    After a closer look, I saw that Mingxu's sister accounted for two of the 10 hot searches, and it was still in the top three. Character.

    Song sees Zhizhi's heart, and secretly glances at Mingxu's expression, it's okay, it's still calm.

    But when I think about it, I feel even more distressed. I can't vent at this time, how depressed I must be.

    Song Jianzhi frowned and was thinking about what to do. She would definitely call back when she called back, but at this time, she pretended not to know, or it was better to be a confidant big sister—

    What should I do?

     Would it be too disrespectful to ask "Are you unhappy"? If Mingxu wants to be alone now...

    Song Jianzhi was thinking about something, and his hands moved, suddenly seeing Ming Xu on the opposite side, looking at her with a bit of helplessness, behind him is the floor-to-ceiling window with open ventilation and white curtains Drifting lightly, the sun is just right.

    Song Jianzhi returned to his senses, kneaded the quilt in his hand and asked, "What's wrong?"

    Ming Xu sighed softly, put down the quilt he had arranged in his hand, and walked around the end of the bed to face her.

    Song Jianzhi was still standing there watching her come over, a little bit confused about the situation.

    She touched her face and began to guess: "Is it my makeup?"

    Ming Xu approached and stood behind her, with both hands around her body, in a posture that could hold her in her arms from behind.

    In the afternoon, Mingxu just pressed her to kiss like the president Wen, Song Jianzhi was still alert, and immediately said: "Do things well, don't do anything!"

    Ming Xu burst out laughing.

    She stretched out her hand and took the soft quilt from Song Jianzhi's hand, flexed her fingers to untangle the fixed knot, and explained: "What were you thinking about, the quilt is all over it. Wrong, the two were placed with the corners upside down."

    Mingxu was still talking, maybe he was doing housework that ordinary people would do, and his voice seemed soothing, like the sunshine outside the window.

    Gentle, warm and soothing.

    "Look, you're still tying the knot, it's hard to break..."

    Ming Xu said, handed one to Song Jianzhi, and solved the other by himself, "Hurry up and work, what are you thinking about."

    The tone was serious, and she also educated Song Jianzhi.

    Song Jianzhi:…

    Forget it, let’s solve it first.

    Song Jianzhi lowered her head and started to work, but it was fine that she didn't move, the knot became tighter the more she moved. She didn't dare to do any more disservice, and secretly watched Mingxu play with it.

    Ming Xu moved slowly and slowly, and with a few movements of his slender fingers, he untied the dead knot and tied it into a beautiful and firm knot. Then he naturally took Song Jianzhi's hand, and his hands touched inadvertently.

    Unexpectedly, Mingxu, who was always very talkative in front of him, didn't say anything this time, only focused on the movements in his hands.

    Song Jianzhi was in her arms, she couldn't see her expression, she could only lower her head and stare at her hand, and said dryly: "I-I don't know what's going on, especially not Organize things."

    This is the most distinctive feature of her previous life, no matter it is the headphone cable or the computer files, it is always a mess, the more the more chaotic .

    Ming Xu made an intimate monosyllable from his nose, hummed, and didn't say anything more.

    Song Jianzhi was a little embarrassed, for some reason, she didn't want Mingxu to know her shortcomings, she was embarrassed.

    But Mingxu didn't say anything. Instead, she gradually calmed down and only watched Mingxu's movements slowly.

    Finally, the knot at Mingxu's fingertips eased, and Song Jianzhi let out a small sigh.

    Ming Xu tied the knot and stretched the quilt, and then said: "What a coincidence, I am very good at organizing things."

    Such a simple sentence, Song Jianzhi's heart thumped.

    "That...that's awesome."

    The author has something to say:  When she was kissed, Song Jianzhi had a ravioli in her head.

    Good at what the other is not good at, a natural pair.