Chapter 163: Enjoy, it's **** late!

He stood with the sun behind his back, his eyes seemed to be condensed with forbearance, trying to suppress his emotions.
The next second, he suddenly grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into his arms.
Wen Xian ran into his chest unexpectedly and groaned, but then he felt him hug her tightly.
With great strength and tightness, he seemed to want to melt her into his blood.
Wen Xian lay on his shoulder, hesitated, the little hand patted his shoulder, and chuckled:
"I'm serious. I really didn't do it for you. I just wanted to make this movie. Don't you know, they spent a lot of money to invite me to shoot."
Although she often lied to him sometimes, but to take the opportunity to eat his tofu.
But she knows, not now.
If you let him know that he was shooting this kind of film specifically for him, he would definitely feel pressure and burden inside.
Lu Xiao put his arms around her, but didn't speak any more, just gave a dull hum.
No one knows whether he believed it or not.
But at the end, when the two slowly separated, Lu Xiao asked, "How long does it take to shoot?"
Wen Xian blinked suddenly and smiled: "It is said that it may take a few months, who knows, anyway, I will follow the crew."
Speaking of this, she paused, and said: "I was going to tell you, because I am going to the crew's shooting base tomorrow."
Lu Xiao's eyes swayed slightly: "Where is the position?"
Wenxian reported a place.
That place was the film and television shooting base in Qinghai, and it would take ten hours to drive a car from Hoh Xil.
However, for the purpose of framing, they should not only be in film and television bases.
Lu Xiao squinted his eyes and said, "That's OK, I'll drive you there tonight."
Listening to what he said, Wen Xian added an inexplicable feeling in her heart, a little itchy and sweet, she did not refuse.
Because he is like a real boyfriend now, not only protecting her here, but also protecting her, taking on the responsibility of being her boyfriend.
The feeling of being his girlfriend... is wonderful.
Let her be full of steadfastness and security.
at the moment.
Gadro and Sangnian are out, and they are going to work.
Sangnian didn't know who he ran into when he came out, and there was a bit of indescribable shame on the young Qingjun's face.
He recalled the look that the little girl had stared at him just now, grabbed the short hair that was behind her head, and said to Gadro suddenly:
"Uncle Gadro, why do you say that only women are called male rascals? I never heard of female rascals...?"
Unexpectedly.
As soon as he said this, Gadro, who was lowering his head and lighting his cigarette, glanced at him, and then suddenly raised his chin in another direction, motioning him to look over.
I saw not far away.
In front of a Wrangler buggy, a slim and slender woman was hooking their captain’s neck, tiptoe her feet on his neck, nibbling and kissing, hanging on him like a koala. Sticking to him like a wolf like a tiger.
And their boss stood there straight, leaning slightly against the car door, with one hand on her waist, as if he wanted to stop her, but he couldn't stop him.
Although his stern face was helpless, his lips seemed to chuckle again.
Sangnian was dumbfounded at that scene: "..."
Gadro glanced at him at this time, and said, "Do you understand this time? Which man will tell when he meets a hooligan?"
Enjoy it, it's too late.