Companion Growers

Anqiang defended him out of good intentions, but Gu Yunqing couldn't tell him about his relationship with Beibei, so he could only pat him on the shoulder comfortingly, and changed the subject with a smile.

"Thank you for your hard work this time, you followed me back and forth."

"I'm fine!" An Qiang bent his arms to reveal his strong muscles, "I'm in such a physique that I can't get tired. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."

An Qiang is really embarrassed to say that Gu Yunqing looks big, but he is gentle like a scholar, and his physical condition is probably not much better. Every day is a high-intensity job, and there is no one at home who can take care of him. question.

"He's a man anyway, look down on me?" Gu Yunqing has always been easy-going, without any airs, and An Qiang is not used to this kind of jokes.

"But Director Gu, to be honest, stay away from that babe, don't let the fox catch you..." An Qiang reacted and quickly poohed twice, "I didn't learn Chinese well, haha, I mean, don't talk to me. He walked too close, that kid is not a fuel-efficient lamp."

Gu Yunqing nodded but couldn't help laughing, but he was really not a fuel-efficient lamp.

The two came to the studio together. God and his team had already arrived. Several staff members were arranging the background boards and some were adjusting the light. After seeing Gu Yunqing, they just grinned and glanced at him without saying hello to him.

An Qiang's teeth were itchy, and he furtively shook his fist at God's back. This pretending gringo, if he couldn't be messed with, would beat him up and scold his mother every minute.

However, compared to An Qiang's anger, Gu Yunqing didn't care about that. All his attention was focused on the person who came out from behind the background board.

The snow-white wool carpet was sprinkled with bright red rose petals to create an atmosphere. Beibei was barefoot, and she was actually wrapped in an equally fiery bathrobe. The belt around her waist was loosely tied in a knot, revealing a large white porcelain chest The same skin and a pair of delicate collarbones, two touches of cherry red on his chest looming with his steps.

Gu Yunqing took a breath, and his gaze was fixed on Beibei's lightly made-up face. The willful and mischievous shadow was swept away by the red eyeliner that rose slightly from the corner of the eye, and the originally slender eyelashes were dyed curly and curled. With a sharp arc, a silhouette landed on the straight bridge of the nose.

Beibei's hands were tucked into his sleeves and clenched tightly. All kinds of scrutinizing eyes from all sides made him feel thorny. When he looked around and finally found that figure, his nose suddenly became sour, and his eyes were bright and clear. It is like a hibiscus coming out of water when it is dyed with misty water mist, but it is a little more charming and charming.

He looked towards Gu Yunqing, took a small step but slowly took it back.

We are the superior-subordinate relationship.

Beibei bit her lower lip aggrievedly, took one last look at the man standing in the corner, took off the bathrobe in front of everyone's eyes, and stepped into the bright bathtub.

"what--"

Gu Yunqing watched Beibei slip under his feet, his whole body lost his balance instantly and slammed hard on the hard bathtub below him, and rushed out of the crowd immediately.

"Bei Bei, Bei Bei!" Gu Yunqing half-kneeled by the bathtub, feeling a dull pain in his heart, he reached out to lift her out but accidentally felt the sticky inside the bathtub.

All the people present saw the face of the usually amiable director change suddenly, turning his head with a livid face and asking sharply: "Who is in charge of the bathtub layout, stand up!"