Chapter 18: Cocaine Cause 08

The autumn night is cool and bitter.
Ye Qiao was wearing a thin outfit and walked back to the center of the machine. He slammed down and slammed. She was guilty of her own heart, and this time she slammed, desperately collapsed, the stone was embedded in the knee, and the painful tears naturally came out. But she immediately accepted, Lu Zhiyao has already stepped through the dark tide of escaping and denying, and began to build dark. It was not her feelings but the moral desires that collapsed in that moment.
Ye Qiaoqiang stood up with a pain, and there was no sorrow on the face of tears in his eyes. Some were just sad. She stood a little and shook, step by step, and decided to go deep into the darkness.
This time, she did not focus on performance, but the sorrow, which is extremely restrained but has a strong appeal, explains the demise of humanity when there is no way to go.
"Hey."
The deputy director shouted out one step at a time: "Receive work!"
Shen Ting quickly put a coat on her, handed the prepared hot water, and knelt down to see the wound on her knee: "That's too embarrassing! It's all stuck in the flesh."
The white and delicate knees are bloody, and everyone feels pain.
Gu Jin looked at the monitor, and there was excitement in the bottom of his eyes. He waved her and shouted: "Joe Joe, come over, this one is very good!"
Shen Ting looked at her knee and whispered, "Do you want to deal with it first?"
Ye Qiao shook his head: "Let's go check it out. Nothing big." A few trips, but she still sat next to Gu Jin.
Shen Ting took her hot water that she didn't drink, and whispered to the lighting division: "How else is it a couple, a pair of madmen..."
The lighting engineer was collecting equipment and asked aloud: "Ah? What are you talking about?"
Shen Ting hurriedly said: "Nothing is nothing! Need help?"
Going home, it is already two in the morning.
When Ye Qiao just got out of the elevator, he smelled a scent, which came out from 2302.
The taste of the broth. Doesn't he not eat it?
Her dinner time is six o'clock, and it has been eight hours. She just didn't feel hungry in the cold wind. Now she is seduce by the fragrance, and she feels empty.
Ye Qiao stood at his door. Just pressing the two passwords, the phone shook.
A WeChat - "Is it back?"
Ye Qiao recalled last night, almost a dream. The man didn't know how long he hadn't opened it. In the end, she slept, and he woke up and screamed in a groggy response.
Can you stay up late?
Ye Qiao did not return, turned directly and knocked on his door.
Zhou Yushen came out of the kitchen, the door was very slow, and there was a warm smell of food on his body.
Ye Qiao chose to ignore his unscrupulous smile and explored: "What are you cooking?"
"Bone soup."
The answer is in her expectation, but it is still puzzling: "Do you cook bone soup in the middle of the night? Just killed someone."
Zhou Yanshen let her in from the side: "Hey Desa."
"..."
So she not only bumped into the deeper nights, but also ate the dog. Desa squatted in the corner and watched her alertly, choked.
Ye Qiao wants to deny the original intention of his own, but come here, it is not because of the late night lonely?
She quietly squatted on the sofa and wandered up. Zhou Wei was deeply aware of the band-aid on her knees. The edge was red and swollen. He reached out and touched his hand: "Is this still in the morning?"
Ye Qiao opened his eyes coldly, and his eyes were full of emotions, and his meaning was clear. She frowned and pushed him away: "Don't be poor. Your soup is good, no more cooking."
Zhou Yan deep arms up to kiss her: "You can feed you something else."
Ye Qiao rewarded him with a slap.
He grabbed her wrist and his tone was aggrieved: "Isn't it? I thought I was more attractive than dog food."
Ye Qiao made up his foot: "Don't make trouble..."
Zhou Yan deep held her finger pro: "It was originally cooked to Desa. The dog does not eat salt, the taste is light, you want to eat, I will give you something else."
"It doesn't matter, just this. Is there a rice?"
"Have."
She was so sleepy that she only wanted to close her eyes, and her sleepy voice was like a spoiler: "I am starving..."
Ye Qiao’s body still bears the coolness of the night. At first glance, he just returned from work. Zhou Wei walked and commented: "Your actor is working very hard."
"Otherwise, do we think that we can make a lot of money as long as we have a few rules? It is a woman who sells sleep and earns money."
She is now being talked with by him. Zhou Xiaoshen smiled and gave her a bowl of soup and gave Desa a bowl. Ye Qiao got a hand and saw that the meat on her bones was not as good as that of Desa. People were not as good as dogs. She just wanted to splash his face.
Zhou Yanshen greeted her sinister eyes and said: "The female celebrity does not have to lose weight? It is not more troublesome to eat and then reduce."
Ye Qiao weighs eighty pounds, even if you look at the entertainment circle, you can count it as a skeleton, and give him a look.
Zhou Weishen helped her with a meal, using a classical porcelain bowl. Ye Qiao looked up and felt familiar. She visited the furniture exhibition of Catherine II in the museum, and the porcelain pattern of the tableware part is exactly the same. Look at the one under Desa's claws, which is also the same series. Ye Qiao doesn't understand porcelain appreciation, but I can see that this set has a delicate gloss and a sense of time.
She snorted twice and felt the violent nature of this person.
Hot soup into the stomach, always warm to the heart.
The gravy has a fresh taste. Ye Qiao tastes heavy habits. Occasionally, the light soup does not feel repulsive, and eats a small bowl of rice. She thought about it, no wonder that men and women have been tempted to form a family for thousands of years. This kind of plain warmth is so good that she wants to live forever.
However, she knew that the chest she leaned on was not only open to her alone. She is a small part of the food color, at this time they can meet each other, and tomorrow may be parted ways.
Ye Qiao worked a whole day and was sore. He fell on the sofa and didn't want to move: "How about sleeping here tonight? I don't want to move."
Zhou Weishen is still feeding Desa, bowed his head and said: "I have no opinion."
Ye Qiao squinted at them and said, "There is a good dog. When you are in the middle of the night, you can be a companion."
"You don't have me?"
Ye Qiao laughed: "I said really."
"If you want to raise a dog, you can buy one tomorrow and be a companion with Desa. Desa is the mother, you buy a public."
The more he said, the less serious he was. Ye Qiao smiled, thinking in his heart, so it is not more and more entangled, even pets are paired. Gu Jin’s words in the daytime were in her ears, and she always had a flaw in her heart. Obviously, I didn’t think that way, but I was led by him and felt that I was playing with fire. There was always a day.
She clearly knows that one day will end. However, now she doesn't want to think so much, just saying, "Let's raise a cat. It won't bite."
The next day she had less play in the crew, and Zhou Weishen accompanied her to the pet shop in the afternoon.
Qianxi just called her and cried: "Ah, cousin, do you really want to raise a cat? You know that my cat hair is allergic... Are you still angry because of the last incident, deliberately raising a cat and not letting me Going into the door?"
Ye Qiao concentrated on a hairy group: "What was it last time?"
Qianxi didn't think she could forget the light and collapsed: "It was the last time about your neighbor! Although such a family of eight is really bad, you can't be completely wrong!"
Ye Qiao thought deeply on Mao Tuanzi. He said nothing on the phone. He said to the cage of a puppet cat: "Zhou Weishen, how is this?"
"..." Qianxi sucked a cold breath, "Table! Sister!"
Ye Qiao returns to God: "Well? What did you just say?"
Qianxi heard the man’s magnetic voice and said,
It’s too long,
and felt that he was going to break out in silence:
Cousin! I’m going to tell my uncle, you’re already stunned! Witty!"
Ye Qiao looked at Zhou Yan’s side face when he leaned over and looked at him. The man’s tough lines and the cute look of the puppet cat’s fluffy velvet were more beautiful. She blinked and said casually to the phone: "Well, let's go."
Qianxi violently jumped at the "end of call" mobile phone.
Zhou Yanshen turned and asked her "Is it selected?", Ye Qiao just wanted to open his mouth, and the phone came in again. She handed him an apologetic look.
Caller: Gu Jin.
Zhou Yan sighed in this eye, his eyes were calm and innocent, and he even went to other areas to see the dog and give her a space to talk alone.
Ye Qiao was somewhat uncomfortable because he deliberately avoided it. Couples will be jealous, the lover not only does not mind, but also considerately sly.
Her tone of answering the phone was cold.
Gu Jin still opens the door: "Joe Qiao. The problem of the schedule, the scene of the Jinnan rural area must be filmed first, and the day after tomorrow will start. Can you be here?"
"How come suddenly to change the shooting plan, who's the problem?"
Gu Jin was silent for a moment and said her expected answer: "Cheng Jiang."
Ye Qiao did not speak for a long time, and finally smiled lightly: "Well. If there is any request from Gu, I will cooperate."
Gu Jin heard the sting in her words: "Jojo..."
"Don't call me Joe Joe. You two are so pretending to be so close, you are not so toothy."
He sighed: "You didn't talk like this before."
"The school has been broken recently." Ye Qiao went to Zhou Weishen and said faintly. "If nothing happens, I will hang up first."
Zhou Wei was squatting beside a cat cage.
The clerk introduced to him: "This is only a Scottish fold, and it is bred. But because of the genetic defects, some fold cats suffer from bone disease and cannot cure. Our shopkeeper is a cat-loving person. If you buy a fold, you must sign a donkey. protocol."
Ye Qiao put down the phone, the little guy in the cage was white, and there was a ash on his head. The folded ears trembled and shivered in the corner.
As if to know that I was born with more pain than others.