A bodyguard who can't be an assistant is not a good boyfriend

It’s rare to go out for a trip. I just wanted to buy something to do. Who knew that I bought a bunch of miscellaneous fruits and vegetables, and even bought two or three kinds of rice.

Yu Fengyan put the shopping bag on the dining table and put it in the refrigerator, leaving only the ones that will be used later, it is getting late, the sky is getting dark outside, and it seems that I can vaguely smell the fragrance from other houses The fried vegetables are fragrant.

Ye Liangxi changed his clothes, washed his face and came out. The man had already cooked porridge and was standing in front of the sink washing vegetables. He wandered over to take a look and frowned, "I don't eat carrots."

Looking back at him, Yu Fengyan smiled and continued to move his hands, "Say you're not a kid, why are you still picky eaters?"

"I'm not a picky eater, I just don't like to eat." Ye Liangxi retorted, turning his head and leaving the kitchen angrily.

Yu Fengyan turned his head and watched his figure disappear at the door of the kitchen, shook his head with a smile, turned off the tap, and went to the cooking table to cut vegetables.

He was unskilled in using a knife and cut very slowly, but the carrot shreds were even in width, as meticulous as handicrafts, and they were cut and placed on the plate.

Ye Liangxi, who was nestled on the sofa and read the script, listened to the unhurried sound of chopping vegetables in the kitchen, twitched the corners of his mouth, he was really a slow old man.

The mobile phone on the side rang, he turned his head to look at the caller ID, put down the script and took it over, and pressed the answer button, "Sister Cheng."

The woman should have just finished eating at the moment, so she took the time to call him and ask him how he is and if he feels any discomfort.

Ye Liangxi felt that she was just worrying about it. It was an exaggeration to spend a few days in the hospital for a little stomach trouble. What else could she do? Let people eat well by themselves, so don't be like him.

The other party laughed and scolded him for being a little heartless, and told him to take a good rest these few days and get familiar with the script. If there is no accident, he will be able to take a set photo after his vacation, and he will join the group next month, not many days up.

He answered all the things he had told him, and when he heard someone asking him if he had dinner, he subconsciously glanced at the kitchen, "No, it's not ready yet."

Cheng Cheng gave a strange "Yo", saying that he didn't even order takeout today, and that he had made progress. Sure enough, Yu Feng, the bodyguard, was well worth it. He could go to the hall and go to the kitchen, so he had to be paid more.

Hearing that she was angry at him, Ye Liangxi hummed unwillingly, "It's up to him, why can't it be me."

There was a laugh on the other side of the phone, and a woman's voice came over, "Ancestor, can you tell the difference between salt and sugar, the young master who doesn't touch the spring water with his ten fingers."

Ye Liangxi was in a hurry, and opened his mouth to say something, but left a sentence "let's stop talking when dinner is here", hung up the phone with a "snap", and let him grind his teeth on the phone.

Unconvinced, he threw away his phone and got up from the sofa to go to the kitchen. The man just happened to put a frying pan on the fire and was heating oil.

He stepped forward to push the person away, snatched the shovel from the opponent's hand, stared at the pot aggressively, as if looking at some kind of enemy, "I'll come."

Yu Fengyan inexplicably stepped back half a step along his strength, and smiled when he saw his expression, "Are you sure you're here to cook vegetables, not to burn the kitchen?"

Ye Liangxi's gaze immediately turned to his face, and he waved the shovel at him, "Stop looking down on me!"

Seeing that his hair was fried, Yu Fengyan raised his hands and said, "You fry it, you fry it, but always wear an apron, and don't splash oil on your clothes."

The only apron at home was on him, and it was just bought in the supermarket. It was a very simple light blue plaid. As he was talking, he turned his back to untie the tether.

Ye Liangxi, who was being irritable, couldn't stand his gentle movements. He threw away the shovel and stretched out his hands to pull it. His arms passed through the man's tight waistline, and he took his hand behind him.

When their skins touched, both of them were taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously one lowered their heads and the other raised their heads. They were so close that Ye Liangxi's hair even brushed against Yu Fengyan's chin, making it itchy.

The atmosphere froze for a moment, it was hard to say whether it was embarrassment or something, no one thought of moving, only the slight roar of the range hood.

The hot oil pan fried for a while, Yu Fengyan turned his head, and thick oily smoke had already risen from the pan, he was startled, retracted his hand behind him, leaned forward, and turned on the stove switch in time.

Before he had time to breathe a sigh of relief, the temperature of his chest made him stunned again, and the extremely close distance disappeared completely because of his leaning forward. At this time, their posture was very much like a hug.

The half shoulder exposed from the young man's collar was right in front of him, and his chin even vaguely rubbed against the skin, which was different from the itchy feeling of the hair, it was soft and warm, and there was a light bath Dew fragrance.

The man's figure is very broad, covering Ye Liangxi completely, and trapped in his aura, perhaps because his body is better and his firepower is stronger, he can feel the temperature of his body is higher than his own, making him very hot.

The time seems to be very long, but also seems to be very short. The man who came back to his senses stepped back. The temperature suddenly disappeared, and a deep voice entered his ears, "I'm offended."

Ye Liangxi's eyelashes trembled, and he finally regained his senses. He coughed in embarrassment, but didn't answer his words, but said, "Give me the apron."

Yu Fengyan responded, unfastened the loose buckle behind him, took off the apron and handed it over, watched the person put it on, and helped him tie the rope behind him.

The strange and uncomfortable atmosphere dissipated quickly, until they sat at the dining table opposite each other, and there was nothing left, just staring at the dark plate of scrambled eggs with shredded carrots.

Yu Fengyan put his fists against his lips to cover up the upward arc, so as not to cause the other party to blow his hair again, cleared his throat, and said: "It's the first time, it's good to be familiar with it, next time it will be better."

Ye Liangxi raised his eyes and stared over. He felt that this person was mocking him, but there was no proof.

Grinding his teeth, he made a mental construction for himself, picked up the chopsticks, and picked up a ball, "Maybe it's just a bad appearance, maybe the taste is good."

Before he could put it in his mouth, Yu Fengyan reached out and pressed his wrist, smiling and shaking his head, "It's mushy, it's not good for your stomach if you eat it, don't be angry."

Ye Liangxi pursed his lips, but this time he obediently threw the dish away, allowing the other party to put the plate aside, and pushed over the green vegetables and fried pork with celery.

Alas, he sighed, resigned to his fate, picked up the chopsticks and stuffed them into his mouth, he couldn't make trouble with his stomach, cooking was not suitable for him.

After eating, I cleaned up the messy kitchen, and it was still early. I exercised, I read scripts, and I passed away peacefully until bedtime.

It's only the first day of the holiday, and Ye Liangxi feels that he has been making tea, practicing calligraphy, cooking, and trying eighteen kinds of martial arts. Will he develop any new specialties in the next few days?

Facts have proved that there are no special skills for him to develop. For a few days, he spent all his time reading scripts, making tea and writing, which can be regarded as gaining.

On the contrary, Yu Fengyan, under his pickiness, watched a lot of teaching videos, and his cooking skills improved by leaps and bounds. He knew more and more dishes, and successfully improved his proficiency in new skills.

Happy days are always short, holidays end sooner than working hours, and the consequences of rest are piles of work.

The schedule on the first day of work was full of announcements, and he ran to several places non-stop, magazine shooting, product promotion, and he was so busy that he was dizzy.

The happiest thing is the fans who haven't seen him in business for several days. Everyone is worried about his body. Now seeing him show up is completely relieved, and he is licking his face at the Reuters pictures on the Internet.

After finishing the postponing work, the crew also received a message, telling them to go to make-up in the next two days. Before they had time to catch their breath, they had to catch up with a new schedule.

When they arrived at the shooting location, the group of them happened to meet the second female lead of the show, who was an artist from the same company as Ye Liangxi, named Qi Lulu, who was one year older than him, but joined the company around the same time.

Unlike him, he is a serious actor with a professional background, and Cheng Cheng vaguely heard that his family seems to be quite rich, and he chose to enter the entertainment industry just because of his hobby, and he didn't care whether it was popular or not, so there was nothing wrong with it The gossip and the like are very low-key.

Although they are in the same company, the artistes are both busy with work and in different fields. They don't have much time to meet and have spoken a few times. They have a pretty good relationship as colleagues.

On the contrary, Wang Yong's eyes lit up as he followed the woman. He and Yu Fengyan hadn't seen each other for a while, and the last time they talked on the phone was when Ye Liangxi was hospitalized, and they didn't have a few words.

"Liangxi." Qi Lulu saw them coming up to say hello first. She was wearing a beautiful chiffon dress, a sun hat with a wide brim on her head, half of her face was covered by sunglasses, and she looked as if she was going Seaside resort.

The two of them didn't meet much, but they had a good impression of each other. The other party was warm, and Ye Liangxi didn't show cold face. He smiled at her, "Sister Lulu."

Qi Lulu put on a stiff face when she heard his address, as if she was unhappy, "Don't call me sister after I told you, you're only one year older, and they call me old."

Ye Liangxi changed his words with a polite smile, and called Lulu, and the other party was satisfied.

She also said hello to Jiang Jiang, turned her eyes, and landed on the man with a strange face, looked at him a few times, and said, "You are Yu Feng, right? Brother Yong mentioned it to me, and he is as handsome as he said, it's a pity , why didn't you come under my hands?"

Knowing that she was joking, Yu Fengyan smiled, nodded and said hello.

Ye Liangxi raised his arms around his chest, raised his chin slightly and raised his eyebrows, "What's the matter, why don't we switch?"

Qi Lulu patted his arm with a smile, and several people entered the door together, chatting with each other in a harmonious atmosphere, and they went all the way to the shooting floor before going to the dressing room.

Artists were busy doing styling, and there were assistants watching, and Yu Fengyan and Wang Yong couldn't help, so they had the opportunity to say a few words outside.

"How are you, are you still used to work?" Wang Yong stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, looked at the closed door of the dressing room in front of him, and said in a low voice, "I heard that this artist has a bad temper in private, so I didn't make it difficult for you. ?”

Yu Fengyan followed his gaze and glanced at him, remembering the way the other party frowned, and bent his eyes, "No, he's fine, don't take the rumors as truth."

Wang Yong expressed his suspicions. Although he was quite normal when he greeted him, sometimes when he saw him from a distance, he always had a straight face, as if someone owed money, and hesitantly said: "Drinking too much the past two days..."

"No." Yu Fengyan shook his head, "It's not alcoholism. I tasted two cups and went to the hospital because of stomach problems."

"That's good." Wang Yong was a little relieved, he wasn't gossiping, and he wasn't interested in the affairs of those artists, he just cared about whether his brother had a good working environment.

"Don't worry, Brother Yong, everything is fine with me, and I am very suitable for this job." The other party really thought about him, even though he might be concerned about another person, Yu Fengyan accepted it.

They are all adults, not children, and Wang Yong didn't ask any more questions. He changed the subject and chatted with him about something else, and more than an hour passed before he knew it.

Jiang Jiang came out of Ye Liangxi's dressing room and waved to him, saying that he will be fine soon and is changing clothes, and they will go to the studio soon after getting ready.

The girl's makeup is more troublesome, Qi Lulu thinks it will take a while, Yu Fengyan greets Wang Yong and walks away first, waiting outside the dressing room.

The door was quickly opened from the inside, and the person who came out faced him, both of them were stunned, the young man was surprised because of accident, and he was surprised.