The Abusive Heroine Stole Kisses From Me Again

    This is where the others are in their room.

    Liang Wanqiu felt that she was thinking too much, she turned over, lay down, and looked up at the ceiling.

    The screen of the mobile phone was still on. Liang Wanqiu was afraid that the light would be too bright and would affect the sleep of the thin smoke, so she turned the mobile phone over and put it aside.

    She couldn't sleep, she thought about the novel she read tonight, and finally got up from the bed and walked to the corner with her mobile phone.

    She wants to post a Weibo and ask fans about sweet love stories.

    But it's past three o'clock.

    Liang Wanqiu knew what would happen if this Weibo was sent out, she was a little upset, but in the end she didn't send it, but lay on the bed.

    She didn't know what time she fell asleep, only that she woke up dizzy and dizzy, and she couldn't tell where she was.

    She rubbed her messy hair and sat down on the bed. The bedroom was dim and dark, the air conditioner was cool, and there was no one else on the bed except her.

    What about thin smoke?

    Liang Wanqiu lifted the quilt and got out of bed: "Xiao Tao?"

    No one was in the bedroom, she stepped on slippers and went to the bathroom to wash.

    After washing, Liang Wanqiu continued to look for someone. There was no one in the living room, but there were two bowls of millet porridge on the small coffee table beside the sofa, and two cans of milk next to it. There was a burst of aroma from the kitchen, and Liang Wanqiu walked towards the small kitchen.

    She saw the thin smoke that was taking the corn out of the pot, and her fingers were burnt. She hurriedly threw the corn in her hand into a plastic basin filled with water.

    She shook her hands, turned on the faucet, and put her fingers under it to rinse.

    "I'll take a look." Liang Wanqiu walked in: "Are you okay?"

    "You're up." Hearing her voice, Bo Yanyan turned back in surprise: "Sister, I'm fine."

    She turned off the faucet, pointed to the corn soaked in the water, and pointed to the two boiled eggs soaked in the cup: "It will be cold soon, you go outside and wait , after breakfast, let's go to the set."

    Liang Wanqiu grabbed her scalded hand and looked at it. There were scalded red dots on the palm and a few finger pads. She tapped it lightly with her finger, thin Smoke sucked in a breath of cold air.

      Also hot.

    Liang Wanqiu brought a can of Coke to Thin Yanyan and put it in her hand: "I'll take it first, I'll find the ointment."

    Thin smoke: "..." She was really fine, just a little bit of heat, a little red, not swollen, nor blisters.

    However, seeing that Liang Wanqiu had already run to the living room, she opened the medicine box placed on the cabinet.

    Thin smoke thinks, then she is seriously injured.

    When Liang Wanqiu brought the ointment over, Bo Yanyan put down the can of Coke in her hand, she stretched out her right hand, and when Liang Wanqiu touched her wrist, she shook: " Sister, it hurts, my hand hurts."

    She showed Liang Wanqiu the red dots on her palm: "Sister, if you give me some medicine, maybe it won't hurt so much."

    Without taking medicine, the small red spots will disappear, and the skin color will return to normal skin color.

    Liang Wanqiu asked her to straighten her hand. She squeezed a circle of white ointment in the palm of the thin smoke. The ointment was cold and had a refreshing smell.

    Liang Wanqiu gently spread the ointment with one finger, and then smeared a layer of thin smoke on five fingers.

    Although she can take care of people, she can't comfort people, and she's not good at it. She always feels awkward.

    Liang Wanqiu's family education since childhood was that if she likes someone, she will be nice to her, and she can show it in her actions, but she won't say it in her mouth.

    I don't dare to say it, I feel embarrassed.

    When she was studying in school, the teachers also educated them, expressing emotions is very subtle, and actions are important.

    Besides, it was not popular for her to say I love you to her parents when she was in elementary school. She expressed her love for them, helped them with their work, and saved pocket money to buy them gifts, but she would not Say I love you.

    Until now, Liang Wanqiu has said very little.

    The same is true of her classmates, who are not good at expressing.

    When I was in high school, there was a Mother's Day one year, and my classmates were talking about this, and many people called their mothers.

    A girl shouted to the mother over there: "Mom, I love you."

    The woman on the other end said: "Baby, mother loves you too."

    Liang Wanqiu now remembers that this sentence shocked her for a long, long time, and then she found that there were so many girls in the class, except for the girl who said Mom, I love you, the other girls, Including her, all, mom, happy mother's day.

    No one says Mommy I love you, I love Mommy in my heart, but I can't say it.

    Every Mother's Day that followed, Liang Wanqiu didn't say this.

    Even though she could type it out while chatting with mom on WeChat, she never said it.

    She looked at the little hand where the thin smoke was smeared with the ointment, and raised her eyelids again, that sentence I'll blow it to you, and it's on your lips, but she still doesn't say it, she always feels so numb .

    Thin smoke smoked her nose, a small face wrinkled, after Liang Wanqiu put down her hand, put away the ointment and put it back in the medicine box.

    She followed, holding out her hand pitifully.

    Liang Wanqiu put the medicine box back in its place. She turned around and saw the little girl standing behind her who was about to cry.

    "Does it still hurt?" She asked, "I'll take you to the hospital."

    "It hurts." Bo Yanyan pointed at the palm of her right hand with her left hand: "It hurts, it will be better if my sister whirring?"

    Liang Wanqiu was stunned, she was holding the thin Yanyan hand, which was about to be put to her lips, and looked up at her again.

    The little girl bit her lip, and her moist apricot eyes were full of tears. She wanted to cry.

    Liang Wanqiu gently blew into her palm: "Is it better now?"

    "It still hurts."

    Liang Wanqiu took a few more breaths, blowing on the palm and fingers, and on the back of her hand, and asked her softly, "It doesn't hurt anymore?"

    "Well, it doesn't hurt anymore, but you have to kiss to get better." The thin smoke is pitiful: "The mouth hurts, it was smoked by the steam."

    Liang Wanqiu: "..." She lowered her head and pretended not to understand.

    Thin smoke pointed at his lips, pouted, and he can hang things.

    "Sister, look at my mouth, it's swollen too."

    Liang Wanqiu threw off her hand in anger: "It's not swollen."

    "It's swollen." Thin Yanyan leaned over and hugged her: "It's really swollen. When I woke up this morning, I was still looking in the mirror for a long time."

    Liang Wanqiu tilted her head to look at her, the little girl had a pretty face and moist red lips. Seeing her look over, she pouted her lips, and the color of her lips was so bright that she wanted to bite hard One bite.

    "Sister, give me a kiss." Thin Yanyan acted coquettishly, her voice becoming more and more coquettish: "Just give me a kiss."

    "Then close your eyes." Liang Wanqiu said a little uncomfortable.

    Thin Yanyan obediently closed her eyes and said, "Sister, hurry up."

    Liang Wanqiu looked at her face close at hand, her complexion was so white that it was almost transparent, her thick eyelashes were like two small fans, trembling non-stop, leaving behind two faint shadows.

    Liang Wanqiu was a little throbbing. Last night, while she was sleeping, she secretly kissed her, or kiss her again.

    She struggled for a while, the two are now a couple and kissing is normal.

    Liang Wanqiu stood on tiptoe and leaned over slowly, when her lips were about to touch the lips of the thin smoke, she saw the little girl suddenly open her eyes, her eyes were as bright as the brightest in the night sky the stars.

    Liang Wanqiu was stunned and wanted to step back.

    Where the thin smoke could hold her back, she reached out and pulled Liang Wanqiu towards her, and the next second, she opened her mouth and bit Liang Wanqiu's lips.

    …

    The lips were not separated until they were both panting and their cheeks were red with blood.

    Liang Wanqiu lowered her head and looked at the powder blue slippers on her feet. She bit her lip and looked at her fingers.

     Her breath was a little unstable, and it took a while for her to return to normal.

    Thin smoke is not much better than her, both of them have little experience, the only experience is based on fantasies in their minds, and finally they come into practice.

    "Sister." Bo Yanyan let out a low voice: "How about do it again?"

    Liang Wanqiu's eyes widened in disbelief, she quickly raised her head and glanced at the thin smoke.

    Smoky lips red like cinnabar, bright and dripping, those always clean and clear almond eyes are misty and full of water droplets.

    Liang Wanqiu swallowed, and she seemed to think about it.

    She pinched her waist, bowed her head again, and said in a small voice, "Okay."

    Xie Ning waited outside for a few minutes. It was 7:40. Why didn't Liang Wanqiu go out.

    It was okay last night, she set off for the crew at 7:30, she thought she was late, she was embarrassed, but Liang Wanqiu was later than her.

    Xie Ning hesitated for a while and called Liang Wanqiu.

    The call got through and was quickly hung up.

    Xie Ning knocked on the door, and it took several minutes before the door was opened from the inside, it was Liang Wanqiu.

    Xie Ning was stunned and looked at her blankly, she quickly lowered her head, she just felt that Liang Wanqiu was so beautiful now, she couldn't hold it as a woman, um, it was very tempting of.

    But she doesn't like women, let alone Liang Wanqiu, she really has no idea about her.

    Xie Ning attributed all this to the fact that she likes to see big beauties, she just simply appreciates beauty.

    "I've eaten, I'm going to be late, you hurry up." Xie Ning didn't want to be late, mainly because her coffee status was low and she didn't dare to be late.

    I am afraid of leaving a bad impression on others, so I have to spread it out, and others will not consider her in the future, and will think she is not dedicated.

    These words made Liang Wanqiu not feel ashamed. She picked up her phone and glanced at the time, then picked up the millet porridge that night, and finished it in a few mouthfuls.

    In the kitchen, Thin Smoke was holding a small bag to put the corn and eggs for Liang Wanqiu.

    Liang Wanqiu finished the bowl of porridge, wiped her mouth with a tissue, and shouted to the kitchen, "Xiao Tao, I'm leaving first, you stay in the hotel, don't open the door for others."

    She and Xie Ning hurried out, and when the thin smoke came out, Liang Wanqiu was nowhere to be seen, and she only heard the door closing.

    Thin cigarettes look at the two small bags containing breakfast, let her deliver them.

    While waiting for the elevator, Xie Ning asked, "Why is your mouth so red?"

    Liang Wanqiu said without changing his face: "I ate spicy strips last night, I got angry."

    Xie Ning nodded: "Are you up late?"

    "Well, I went to read the novel."

    "What kind of novels, I also read novels." Xie Ning became interested: "My last play was adapted from a novel, and that was my first play."

    Liang Wanqiu was embarrassed to say that, after entering the elevator, she said, "It seems to be a novel that is number 20 on the Golden List."

    She said the name of the website, Xie Ning searched it with her mobile phone, and then her eyes were complicated: "So you like watching this."

    Liang Wanqiu glanced over, two men falling in love?

    She automatically replaced Bo Yunting and a bunch of his boyfriends with goose bumps on her arms.

    Liang Wanqiu: "No, I don't, it's romance."

    Xie Ning didn't say anything, and shared with Liang Wanqiu a chronological essay she was following: "This novel is very real, my grandmother is illiterate, when I went to see her, she Read this type of novel to her, she likes it, and tell me about her when she was young."

    "Which year was your grandmother born?"

    "In the 1940s, she was in 1947."

    "What kind of novel do you like?"

    "I like what my grandma likes."

    After arriving on the set, Liang Wanqiu and Xie Ning went to change clothes and make up, but luckily they were not late.

    Thin smoke and smoke arrived at the crew, it was ten ten at eight, and the filming had already started.

    She couldn't get past, so she went to the small pavilion yesterday, put the breakfast she brought on the stone table, picked up a boiled egg and slowly peeled it. Start eating that egg.

    After eating, I ate my own corn.

    Benyanyan went to ask when Xialiang Wanqiu would end, the staff said that it was about 2:00 noon, afraid of the peculiar smell of breakfast, Phanyanyan put the corn and eggs in the refrigerator of the crew .

    When Liang Wanqiu was filming, Bo Yanyan went back to the hotel, put a few books in her schoolbag, and put a notebook and two pens. She carried the schoolbag to the crew.

    Everyone knows that she is now an assistant to Liang Wanqiu, and no one dares to call her.

    Liang Wanqiu said, you can ask Bo Yanyan to work, you have to pay, one thousand yuan per minute.

    When the actors are filming, the assistant has to watch by the side to prevent unexpected situations.

    Besides, artists don't do anything except open their mouths to eat and leave them to assistants.

    Liang Wanqiu was used to it, and she didn't want to be called Bo Yanyan. If something happened, she would solve it by herself.

    At eleven o'clock, Bo Yanyan had finished drinking two bottles of water, and Xia Yan called.

    When Bo Yanyan was reading a book in the crew, Xia Yan led people to guard from afar.

    Although the crew is numerous and mixed, Xia Yan is not worried about the safety of Thin Yanyan. There must be some arranged secret whistle among these people in the crew.

    Thin smoke really encounters bad things, and the dark whistle will solve it.

    Thin smoke looked around, it was inconvenient to answer the phone here, she closed the book and went to the woods not far away, it was much cooler in the woods, the breeze was blowing, it was still a little cold .

    "Zhao Shiran is asking people to investigate who Miss Liang has seen this year and where she went."

    The itinerary of the artist is very easy to check, especially where they went, some of these fans are aware of it.

    But it's not easy to check someone you meet, but it's easy to check.

      .

    For example, about Liang Wanqiu, she posted a Weibo saying she wanted to hear sweet love stories in the middle of the night.

    Her old fans actually guessed what happened, that is, the artist they like may have someone they like, and they may fall in love.

    Most of the fans who guessed it thought they didn't know anything, as long as their artist was not photographed, they did not admit it.

    "Why is she checking this?" Thin Yanyan muttered: "Is she checking me?"

    His family is special, his grandfather knows Bo Yanyan's identity, if not his family background is good enough, he would not have the qualifications to be sent to protect Bo Yanyan, and he even became the captain.

    In addition, he sometimes contacted the family, and Bo Yanyan would come over to have a few words with his mother, so Xia's mother also knew the existence of Bo Yanyan.

    He almost brought a thin cigarette home for the New Year, saying that he would bring a younger sister back, and Mama Xia agreed.

    It's just that Bo Yanyan and Liang Wanqiu went home for the New Year last year.

    Mother Xia thought that it would be the same to recognize Liang Wanqiu as her daughter, plus she wanted to clarify the matter between him and Liang Wanqiu, after Bo Yanyan agreed, Xia Yan put Bo Yanyan and Liang Wanqiu together Liang Wanqiu talked about it.

    Although Mama Xia was surprised, but the identity of Thin Yanyan is here, everything that is unacceptable becomes acceptable.

    Yan Yan squatted down and rubbed her hair: "Then did she find out anything?"

    "Not yet."

    "She's still investigating."

    Ben Yanyan is not afraid that Zhao Shiran will find her on the head. Liang Wanqiu is not only investigated by Zhao Shiran, but also fans of Liang Wanqiu, as well as fans of other artists in the circle, and those who love to eat The netizens of the melon are also peeling.

    An artist who can have a show in the circle, and can also make a certain reputation, let everyone know the name, there is no one behind it.

    Some of the capitalists behind them are pushing the envelope, making them popular.

    A small part of it is supported by the state, and the image of the state must be positive, which can bring benefits to the state or local government, but there are too few such artists.

    After all, the state generally does not interfere in the affairs of the capital circle.

    Unless something big happens, it will be controlled.

    Therefore, no one will associate Liang Wanqiu with the country.

    As for the connection between Liang Wanqiu and thin smoke, it is even more impossible.

    Most people think that Bo Yanyan is Liang Wanqiu's cousin. A small number of people know that they are not related by blood, but Bo Yanyan is only eighteen years old. She has just taken the college entrance examination. The netizens are even younger.

    The author has something to say:

    Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: one for your peace of mind;

    Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!