The little wife of a paper man dressed as a movie queen

#池之玉健康#

[We don't dare to say, we don't dare to ask, so is President Ba's leg not lame? 】

[At first glance, you can tell that the sisters upstairs didn't read books about disabled bosses well, and the bosses with bad legs are basically pretending, or they are harmless]

[So why does our movie queen pretend to have bad legs? 】

[Needless to say, of course... the sweet care of my little wife! ! ! 】

[So Chi Zhiyu really got the sweet care from his little wife? 】

Qin Wenzhu looked at the posts under the trending search, and fell into a long silence.

The ebony staff was broken.

He didn't beat Chi Zhiyu, but the strong-looking cane was beaten, and it was already too useless to be turned into sawdust when he was in the wheelchair.

Chi Zhiyu: "...Speak well, don't do anything."

Forget it, you can do it with your hands, just be a little lighter.

Chi Zhiyu can be said to be very humble.

Qin Wenzhu stood in front of the tent, watched Chi Zhiyu silently for a long time, then threw the wood in his hand into the sand, making a muffled clatter.

Qin Wenzhu said sullenly, "Do you think I don't care enough about you?"

Chi Zhiyu thought that her well-behaved girl would be very angry, and she was ready to take the blame, but she didn't expect to be greeted with such a sentence...

Caring, of course caring.

Chi Zhiyu felt genuine concern from the heart only for a few people, not for money or anything else.

Qin Wenzhu clenched his fingers and then let go, tightly grasping the cuffs, as if holding back something.

She slowly walked in front of her, stretched out her little paw from the cuff, and rubbed Chi Zhiyu's long, soft hair.

Qin Wenzhu sniffed, turned around and turned off the live broadcast.

He continued to pick up the detumescence spray for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, and sprayed it on Chi Zhiyu's knees, rubbing his hands together became hot, and the strong medicinal fragrance spread out in the tent.

A steady stream of heat and just the right amount of massage on the knees.

From Chi Zhiyu's direction, one can look down and see Qin Wenzhu's hairy head, well-behaved, diligent and careful.

Chi Zhiyu was stunned, but did not dare to speak loudly, "Why?"

Qin Wenzhu continued rubbing and massaging the injured area, and after wiping off the top layer of bluish-purple paint, the original appearance of the scar was revealed.

Not serious, but it's impossible not to hurt.

Qin Wenzhu opened his teeth and bit Chi Zhiyu's knee bone fiercely. The teeth looked like small animal molars. They looked sharp, but when they fell on the skin, they felt itchy.

Qin Wenzhu said vaguely, "Why..." You fool.

But you blushed unreasonably, and you faintly had a premonition of nosebleeds again.

She swallowed a mouthful of saliva, her tongue almost tied up, "I mean, I mean, why do you still treat me so well when you know I'm faking..."

"I often feel that people like me are not worthy of dating you. Only by using some unsightly methods can you get close to me."

Chi Zhiyu's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally she couldn't even hear herself.

Chi Zhiyu didn't get an answer, but felt a little wet on her knees.

It was tears that fell on the skin.

Qin Wenzhu said hoarsely: "If you haven't recovered physically, you should tell me that I won't decide whether to take care of you based on whether your injury is serious or not."

"I just want to take care of you."

If you have to give an example, even if you don't get anything in return, you still want to take care of the cubs in your phone, and you want to spend experience and money that ordinary people can't estimate, all because of your own liking.

I like you too, and I want to take care of you without asking for anything in return.

Qin Wenzhu blushed at the thought of this, and turned his head away from looking into Chi Zhiyu's eyes.

His lips and teeth were bitten suddenly, and a faint fragrance that was hard to ignore was tightly locked around him.

Wrists are pinched, not allowing any attempt to escape.

A person who insists on exercising, even if he sits motionless in a wheelchair for a period of time, his muscle memory and strength will still not regress.

Chi Zhiyu's eyes deepened, and her voice was hoarse and sticky.

She whispered in the ear of the girl she loved, "Do you know why we can always pass through filming?"

The breath sprayed on Qin Wenzhu's auricles, causing the inexperienced girl to tremble and shrink into a small shrimp.

Chi Zhiyu held that lovely bright red earlobe, "Of course it's because you and I have a deep empathy for the character, and in my heart I long to be bullied severely—"

The slaps fell on the snow-white skin like a punishment. The person who was soft and touched just now seemed to have changed a lot.

Chi Zhiyu smiled, "Are you enjoying yourself while filming?"

"Tell me, my little princess, what are you enjoying? Was your chin lifted lightly? Or—"

Chi Zhiyu's eyes fell on the ebony cane on the ground.

Qin Wenzhu's eyes were hazy, as if he didn't understand what the person in front of him was saying.

Outside the tent, Lu Xiaoxiao stood with the little assistant.

The night in the desert is always beautiful, with crackling bonfires, the sky full of stars, and the traces of the Milky Way can be vaguely seen. Some of the staff are eating lunch boxes non-stop, and some are preparing for the next scene.

In the tent area, the quiet seems to be a world away from the hustle and bustle over there.

The distance between each tent is very far, which protects the privacy between actors, directors and producers to the greatest extent.

Although no one cares about what you do in the tent, but...

Lu Xiaoxiao couldn't close his mouth in surprise, Fang Nuonuo fell into a strange silence, and finally said numbly:

"Do Qin Wenzhu and Chi Zhiyu know that if the lights in the tent are not turned off, human silhouettes will be projected on the tent cloth..."

Lu Xiaoxiao showed an earth-shattering smile...

"My idol has been defiled."

Fang Nuonuo looked at the eldest lady beside her strangely. If her eyes could be drawn into reality, she would have strangled this person to death.

"Aren't you a CP fan?! You are □□!"

Lu Xiaoxiao looked at the little assistant beside him strangely, "No, no, no, you really think Chi Zhiyu is worthy of my idol?"

Fang Nuonuo:? ? ?

Is this some kind of grievance between a wealthy family?

Lu Xiaoxiao couldn't rush into the tent to separate the two people who were fighting with their lips. She smiled wildly in her heart and slapped the tent.

Open WeChat, click Chi Jue in the chat box.

The last chat message was

[Brother: Look at Dian Zhiyu, don't let her bully Wenzhu, the little girl is gone, it's not easy now. 】

Lu Xiaoxiao clicked to send the picture and added the text [My idol is the most beautiful in the universe: So angry, so angry, it must be my sister who forced my idol, it's really ruining customs! 】

[The number one beauty in the universe of my idol: How could my goddess like someone like my sister QAQ must be my sister who deceived idols and all fans QAQ]

Chi Jue turned on the light to read the documents, frowned in the dark study, and opened the dialog box on the phone.

He zooms in on the photo and immediately turns it off.

What the fuck is this and what...

Why do you talk about a love affair so much.

[Brother: You haven't finished your winter homework yet, don't waste time on the set. 】

Lu Xiaoxiao:? ? ?

Qin Wenzhu and Chi Zhiyu would never have imagined that the rare intimate contact would make most of the crew watch, and even the staff who had a good thing actually posted the silhouette of the tent on Weibo...

#Raising funds to buy blackout curtains for actresses#

Qin Wenzhu turned on the phone early the next morning, feeling numb all over.

As the manager of the two of them, Zhou Yueyi has gone crazy for a long time, and she is sitting next to the director and drinking brain-buning oral liquid together.

Qin Wenzhu looked at it from a distance, it looked like a patient exchange meeting.

However, Qin Wenzhu also happened to have something to find Director Chen Liang, so he quietly came out of Chi Zhiyu's tent and quickly walked under the director's parasol.

When Director Chen Liang saw Qin Wenzhu, the bottle of oral liquid in his hand trembled slightly.

"What are you going to do?"

It can be said that it is very difficult for a famous director who is over half a century old to be forced into such a situation.

Qin Wenzhu sat on the ponytail and made a pot of tea for the director, and offered the teacup with both hands apologetically,

"I want to take a week off. I can finish filming the important scenes first. I'm sorry..."

Received an invitation to advertise cosmetics from a well-known international brand.

If this order can be accepted, it will be of great benefit to both the type of subsequent advertisements and the enrichment of the small treasury.

Qin Wenzhu smiled lightly, and involuntarily touched the scar on his neck with his fingers.

I really don't know how much money someone as expensive as Chi Zhiyu would have to marry.

Qin Wenzhu lowered his eyes, obediently like a quail, "Sorry, director, you said that the lead actor should try not to ask for leave during filming, as it will affect the progress of filming, I..."

Director Chen Liang put the bottle of oral liquid on the box heavily——

"I agree!"

Qin Wenzhu: "Huh?"

Director Chen Liang became more than ten years younger in an instant, "I agree! It's a good thing for young people to be hardworking! I really shouldn't use such a small crew to restrict your growth."

"Is one week really enough? Don't worry about shooting commercials, work slowly and carefully."

Zhou Yueyi couldn't help laughing, patted the sand on her body, and turned to prepare the advertising contract.

Qin Wenzhu: You seem to be looking forward to my leaving.

On the other side, Chi Zhiyu was lying alone in the tent, on a soft bed.

The first thing she did after waking up was not to watch Weibo trending searches, but to open the game.

There is no cute paper man in the hot search.

The familiar cute illustration slowly unfolds, inside the cub is staring at a cactus in a daze, humming softly in his mouth.

Wearing a bohemian suspender, it looks a bit bad to others, but on this little man, he looks like an elf who came out of the desert.

Chi Zhiyu's heart is about to melt.

I bought a fresh emperor flower from the mall, simply tied it in a bun, and inserted it in the little man's hair.

The task page flickers.

【Kiss~ Congratulations to the player for successfully defending the relationship between you and your little wife~】

[Sure enough, pretending to be pitiful is a magic weapon for winning! 】

[In order to reward players for their unforgettable feelings for the little wife and the deep-rooted love book, the game opens a function~]

A swaying golden treasure chest appears on the screen. The workmanship is rough, but it is particularly attractive to people's nerves.

After Chi Zhiyu waited patiently for the miracle, the treasure chest opened——

[Dengdengdengdeng~Congratulations to the player for getting the reward of writing letters to your little wife anytime, anywhere! 】

Just one line of words made Chi Zhiyu almost fall off the bed.

You must know that in the past, you could only touch your head, pinch your face, and hold your fingers when interacting with Zai Zai. You can only communicate with text in specific scenarios, and the content is very limited.

I didn't expect to be able to communicate at length without restriction.

This game is getting better and better.

Chi Zhiyu couldn't help laughing, and didn't know how much of the money he spent on the game every month fell into the R&D department?How much fell into the pocket of the boss.

Chi Zhiyu doesn't care about these, she just wants to have a good talk with the female goose.

After receiving the reward, the task bar will continue to flash red.

[Please do not indulge in the joy of getting new props!Your little wife is working day and night~]

[Please help your little wife and make a good filming of this advertisement~]

Click to receive the task.

It's a certain brand of cosmetics.

Chi Zhiyu's eyebrows stretched. This game probably refers to some brands in reality. In the past, this brand had an appointment to cooperate with Qin Wenzhu, but Chi Zhiyu saw that the offer was not satisfactory, so the manager kept blocking it.

She can give this little money to her dear girl.

Why sell the hue in front of the camera?

Chi Zhiyu regrets that he cannot choose to refuse the task.

After one operation, the sun was already rising, Zhou Yueyi opened the curtain of the tent, "Boss, it's time for work."

Chi Zhiyu gave a "hmm" and asked casually, "Is Wenzhu already filming?"

Zhou Yueyi looked at what stupid words you were talking about, "Miss Qin has asked for leave with the director to shoot commercials outside, didn't Miss Qin tell you?"

Didn't Miss Qin tell you?

Chi Zhiyu almost burst when he heard the second half of the sentence,

Shouldn't you tell me?

My wife goes out to work, shouldn't she greet me the first time?Ask for my opinion?

Chi Zhiyu's head was buzzing, and she hadn't reacted yet while sitting by the bed.

Internet addiction is harmful.

For the first time, Banchi Zhiyu realized the correctness of this sentence.

Chi Zhiyu asked the makeup artist to ask the agent while finishing the look, "Why did you go out to accept commercials? Is the salary for this movie not high enough? She recently lost money in stocks?"

Zhou Yueyi flipped through the itinerary and said, "Probably because the price offered by the brand is good."

"Miss Qin is also worried that if she does not appear in front of the public eye for a long time, her influence will decline."

Chi Zhiyu looked at herself in the mirror almost in a daze, but couldn't focus.

"Is she short of this little money?"

Zhou Yueyi shrugged and said, "Probably Miss Qin has her own pursuit."

Chi Zhiyu was completely silent after hearing this sentence.

Because last night...if it wasn't for the consideration that this is a film crew, all the things that should be done in the quilt would have been done.

Chi Zhiyu wanted to make the first time a bit of a ceremony, so he didn't make it to the end.

But unexpectedly, the girlfriend disappeared after waking up.

Could it be that you were dissatisfied with last night?

Chi Zhiyu couldn't accept this result. Everyone had no experience before, so couldn't they give people a chance to learn.

Chi Zhiyu's professionalism is very good, even if he is in a bad mood, he can maintain a high sense of involvement in the drama.

But a high sense of drama is a double-edged sword. Today's high priest is extraordinarily decisive. The supporting actors who acted together are forcibly brought into the drama, and their momentum is completely crushed.

In one scene, the high priest faces the thousands of troops of the palace coup alone, obviously only imprisoned in a wheelchair, and has the will to look down on the world.

The director pointed to the script and said to Chi Zhiyu, "In this scene, the princess escaped from the palace. You stepped into the princess's remaining game and had to be tripped and charged with killing the king and queen."

Director Chen Liang said with one last hope in his heart, "You need to be upright and brave in playing the role of the high priest. Even if your face is frosty, you will still feel wronged in your heart."

Director Chen Liang made an OK gesture, "Do you understand the emotion of this scene?"

Chi Zhiyu nodded, his eyes said - leave it to me, no problem.

Director Chen Liang looked at Chi Zhiyu and pushed the wheelchair into the middle of the scene.

He whispered to the producer beside him, "Look, as long as Qin Wenzhu is not around, Chi Zhiyu will still basically act."

The producer nodded again and again, and before turning on the machine, he whispered:

"The state of today is not right."

The sky was gloomy and the wind and rain were about to come. The high priest sat alone on the high platform, his brows and eyes were full of haze, his fingers were firmly embedded in the wooden wheelchair handle, already dripping with blood, but he felt no pain at all.

She said to the puppet beside her in a low voice, "Where is the princess?"

The puppet's voice was neither sad nor happy, "If you go back to your lord, it seems that you are going to the east."

The high priest smiled insolently, facing the cold armored troops without the slightest fear.

"What else can you say?! You are a sinner in this country, you are a lunatic!"

The high priest was about to shed tears from laughing on the high platform, and his eyes were filled with bright red blood.

Very good, very good, my little princess who was supposed to be kept in a cage, you have finally grown up.

If you have a little bit of ability, you feel that your wings are already hardened, and you can stand on your own?

Simply absurd!

The high priest glanced at the knight who was loyally guarding the princess from the corner of his eye. As he flicked his fingers, filaments wrapped around the limbs of the armored knight.

Everyone was astonished.

The silk, which was thinner than silk, directly crushed the terrifying cold iron armor into pieces——

Ah ah ah ah ah!

The high priest didn't feel that it was wrong to kill the princess's loyal bodyguard. She slowly manipulated the wheelchair and moved to the dead piece of meat.

In the open wilderness, the sound drifted to everyone's ears.

"I stole the country? I killed the king and queen? I stole the way of heaven?"

"A bunch of stupid people."

The high priest's disdainful voice was full of sarcasm.

But she herself did not show any displeasure, as if the ground under the wheelchair was not a blood-soaked stone brick floor, but a soft carpet in the palace.

And the high priest played by Chi Zhiyu didn't have blood on his hands, but pulled out a scroll from his cuff.

She took out the brush, bent down and rubbed the snow-white tip into that cruel corpse.

Stained with red blood.

Expand the picture scroll, and it shows the appearance of the little princess.

This little princess was naturally drawn after Qin Wenzhu...

The high priest's brows and eyes were madly mixed with tenderness, and his fingers gently stroked the scroll, smearing blood on the bloodless lips.

Totally crazy!

All the warriors in armor have only one thought in their hearts!

But no one dared to step forward.

"My little princess, you will find me again sooner or later."

"But at that point, you're paying more than just your body and your self-esteem."

The high priest seemed to be whispering to his closest lover, but it was like an evil god descending into the world.

The scene ends.

The director even forgot to call stop.

The scene doesn't feel right anywhere, but it makes sense everywhere.

Chi Zhiyu turned the wheelchair to the director's side, and watched the video together, "I'm in a good mood."

The director grabbed a lot of hair and fell out, "You told me that you memorized the lines... Forget it, seeing you are so involved in the play, I want to ask how you feel now?"

Chi Zhiyu's smile was warm and moving, "It's okay. I just want to capture Qin Wenzhu back and force this little fairy to wear light gauze clothes and use it as a humanoid furniture."

The director said to the assistant beside him, "She is still not awake, you take a basin of water and pour it on her face."

assistant:? ? ? ?How dare I? ? ? ? ?

On the other side, Qin Wenzhu, who just finished filming the liquid foundation and lipstick commercials, yawned in the lounge, glanced at the suitcase, continued talking to the brand's people, and then returned to the hotel where he was staying.

Fang Nuonuo opened the suitcase and organized the items.

Looking at Qin Wenzhu's expression, he said, "Why hasn't Chi Zhiyu called my sister all this time?"

Qin Wenzhu smiled and asked the little assistant to go to the shopping mall downstairs first, and she took out a letter from her pocket.

my dear goose

Zhanxinjia

【I've been following you for a long time, and I finally got this opportunity to communicate with you on paper. I don't know how you are doing? 】

[The yellow sand in the desert is long, the sand gathers in the palm, and is carried away by a gust of wind, just like my longing for you. 】

The above are the opening remarks. Qin Wenzhu Xinsheng, the god of the gods, has a good literary talent, but the so-called poor dagger is nothing more than that.

The style of the text below has changed.

[I heard that my child has a crush, maybe the boss of your entertainment company?How is he treating you, how does he look like, what is his family background, and what is his personality? 】

【I'm half of your parent. It's my dear child who has someone he really likes. Please show it to me. 】

[You are not deeply involved in the world, you can't tell the good from the bad, and you will be captured by simple sweet words. 】

【This is not a good sign. I deeply understand your teenage feelings, but the reality is that it is daily necessities and worldly distractions. If you don’t entrust it to someone you love, Kong will bring you deep disasters. 】

This passage is fine, Qin Wenzhu can accept it, but what is said below is outrageous.

【I made a fortune for you. The person you like is probably a cheater of money and sex. Even if you marry my dear child, you will often have fun outside and be violent at home.】

[Thanks to my children for always being well-behaved and sensible. It's better to develop your career well during this period of time, and discuss the matter of getting married and having children later. 】

[But having said that, I do have a good girlfriend, she hardly has any flaws. 】

Qin Wenzhu:? ? ? ?

The following three sheets of paper are all full of God's praise of how good his girlfriend is.

Qin Wenzhu: If this letter hadn't suddenly appeared at hand, I would have thought it was a fan pretending.

Qin Wenzhu looked at the spacious silk coat worn by Chi Zhiyu in the suitcase, and changed it in front of the mirror with a smile.

She doesn't contact me now, could it be that she is angry?

Qin Wenzhu touched the wound on the corner of his lips, used his nails to scratch the collarbone red, smiled, and recently took a selfie and posted it on Weibo.

[@秦文竹: The mountain is not just me, I am the mountain, if I steal my sister's skirt, will my sister be angry? @池之玉 (picture)]

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The author has something to say:

Gouzi: QAQ My wife doesn’t like me, so I can only show my affection to Zai Zai quietly QAQ

Little wife:?