Cannon fodder fiancé dressed as a villain

When Lin Qiuhe was sent home, the light in the bedroom on the third floor of his villa was still on.

It seemed that he saw someone coming, and before Dai Ling got out of the car and rang the doorbell, Ji Wuyou had already gone downstairs to open the door, then walked forward and opened the back door.

Lin Qiuhe's costume hadn't been changed yet, his body was covered in "blood stains", mud, and his face was ashamed, messy, and the white costume was all stained.

Lin Qiuhe was sleeping soundly on the back seat, and Dai Liang was about to shake Lin Qiuhe awake, but Ji Wuyou carefully raised a finger to his mouth, signaling Dai Liang to keep quiet.

Ji Wuyou strode forward, lightly hugging the messy Lin Qiuhe in his arms.

The white long skirt was flowing down, Lin Qiuhe tilted his head, leaning against Ji Wuyou's chest.

He took the man out of the car, signaled Dai Liang with his eyes to drive the car back by himself, and then carried Lin Qiuhe into the house.

When I entered the room, I happened to meet Chen Yingxian getting up to go to the bathroom at night. The old lady turned on the light, and when she saw Lin Qiuhe covered in blood, she was startled: "Qiuhe!"

"Hush." ​​Ji Wuyou held Lin Qiuhe in his arms, and hurriedly explained in a low voice, "He's not injured, he's filming, I'll take him to take a bath first."

Only then did the old lady feel relieved. Over the past few days, she understood what filming was all about, and she only told her, "Be careful, and go to bed early after taking a shower."

"Yeah." Ji Wuyou nodded, and walked upstairs with Lin Qiuhe in his arms.

Lin Qiuhe was awakened by his grandmother's exclamation, and he unconsciously hugged Ji Wuyou while he was half asleep.

I don't know if Lin Qiuhe can hear it, but Ji Wuyou felt a little regretful. If he knew that Lin Qiuhe would not be allowed to film, he comforted him in a low voice: "Don't film after working so hard."

"No, I want to shoot." Lin Qiuhe heard it, and murmured to himself with his eyes closed, "It's been a long, long time, and I haven't filmed a movie..."

Lin Qiuhe's voice gradually lowered, Ji Wuyou looked down, Lin Qiuhe tilted his head against his chest, and fell asleep again.

Lin Qiuhe, how many things are you hiding from me?

Ji Wuyou fell into deep thought, and moved the arm holding Lin Qiuhe slightly to find a comfortable angle, so that Lin Qiuhe could lean more comfortably.

When helping Lin Qiuhe take off his makeup and headgear, he inevitably woke up Lin Qiuhe again.

Lin Qiuhe dazedly opened his eyes to look at him, then closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

As a result, when he reached out to untie Lin Qiuhe's belt, the actor suddenly opened his eyes and woke up completely.

There was no sleepiness in Lin Qiuhe's eyes, and he looked at him vigilantly: "What are you doing?"

Ji Wuyou calmly said, "Undress for you, take a shower and sleep."

"No need." Lin Qiuhe grabbed his belt and said forcefully, "I can wash it myself."

"Don't be brave, you're in this state, and when you fall into the bathtub, if you get hurt somewhere, you have to call 120." Ji Wuyou couldn't help saying, and came up again and pulled off his costume belt, "It's so dirty, take a shower and sleep They're all big men, and you won't suffer if I help you take a bath. Or would you rather let an assistant come than me to do this kind of thing?"

Speaking of the last sentence, Ji Wuyou's tone was obviously gloomy, and his gloomy, black eyes looked up at him. Ji Wuyou's voice was as cold as ice: "Shall I call Dai Liang now?"

Lin Qiuhe clearly sensed a dangerous breath, but his over-tired brain was like a mess, and he didn't turn around all of a sudden. He buckled his belt in a dizzy way, and said the same sentence: "I will do it myself."

As he said that, Lin Qiuhe tilted his head, and leaned dizzily on Ji Wuyou's shoulder, wanting to sleep again.

Knowing that Lin Qiuhe should not be able to hear him at this moment, Ji Wuyou stopped explaining, and took off Lin Qiuhe's clothes, only unbuttoning his coat to expose his shoulders, Ji Wuyou's eyes trembled unavoidably, as if there was a flash of distress .

There was a bruise on Lin Qiuhe's shoulder, which was obviously accidentally injured by Diao Weiya during the filming scene.

Then he took off his clothes, and there were more or less red marks and bruises on Lin Qiuhe's waist, back, and inner thighs.

After stripping the person clean and carrying him into the bathtub, Ji Wuyou rolled up his sleeves and bathed someone for the first time in his life.

He was extra careful. When washing Lin Qiuhe's shoulders, he deliberately avoided bruises and rubbed Lin Qiuhe's sore shoulders and neck.

Lin Qiuhe closed his eyes and let out a few moanings comfortably in his sleep.

After washing the person, putting on his pajamas and putting him on the bed, Ji Wuyou took out the medicine box that was always kept at home, took out several bottles of ointment and a bottle of safflower oil, and gently applied the medicine to Lin Qiuhe.

Ji Wuyou applied the medicine carefully, occasionally raised his head, and saw Lin Qiuhe sleeping peacefully, a smile appeared on his lips inadvertently.

This showman is quite quiet when he is asleep, and it's quite exciting to watch...

Ji Wuyou thought about it, his eyes flickered a few times unnaturally, he quickly recovered and continued to help Lin Qiuhe with the medicine.

As a result, just after he took the medicine, Lin Qiuhe suddenly woke up from his sleep. Like a corpse, he sat up in a daze, shook his head in a daze, and said two words: "Watch."

Ji Wuyou glanced at the watch on the bedside table, it was wrapped in blue soft leather, it was nothing special, like the kind of phone watch worn by children.

When Lin Qiuhe was in the car just now, even in his sleep, he was clutching the watch tightly, not knowing what the watch was for.

Lin Qiuhe looked around, and finally saw this watch on the bedside table. He took the watch over with satisfaction, but couldn't buckle it because he was too sleepy.

Ji Wuyou hurried over, brought the watch over, helped Lin Qiuhe put it on, and said angrily, "Can you sleep well?"

Ji Wuyou held the watch and suddenly stopped.

Before, he was only focused on helping Lin Qiuhe undress and take a bath without looking carefully, but now he recognized that this blue watch was clearly a silent vibrating alarm clock.

Ji Wuyou lowered his head, silently took off the watch from Lin Qiuhe's hand, and threw it into the trash can.

Lin Qiuhe looked up at him, his eyes were blank and full of confusion.

"Sleep, I'll call you tomorrow." Ji Wuyou said calmly.

"But, I have to get up early." Lin Qiuhe struggled to crawl forward, trying to get his watch, but Ji Wuyou hugged him directly in his arms, restraining his hands and feet.

Ji Wuyou had a tough attitude, turned off the desk lamp, hugged him and lay back under the bed: "If you don't want to sleep, just keep your eyes open. I'll see if you're sleepy."

Lin Qiuhe blinked puzzledly in the dark, and fell asleep two seconds later.

When he woke up again, it was already twelve noon, and the sun was shining brightly outside.

"I'll go!" Lin Qiuhe was taken aback, rubbed his arms that were still a little sore, picked up the phone suddenly, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and said to himself, "No one called me!"

Ji Wuyou leaned leisurely by the door: "Don't worry, I have communicated with the director of the crew, the important scenes were all filmed last night, and the few unimportant literary scenes this morning can be moved to the afternoon, and you can go there in the afternoon. "

Lin Qiuhe glared at him immediately: "All scenes are important! No scene is insignificant!"

Ji Wuyou was speechless, and felt very helpless for Lin Qiuhe's behavior that couldn't explain the key points.

"Lunch is ready, I'll take you to the set after dinner." Ji Wuyou turned and walked downstairs, Lin Qiuhe hurriedly followed.

When eating, Lin Qiuhe was impatient, so he ate quickly and eagerly, gobbling it up.

Ji Wuyou was completely upset, and directly slapped the table with a cold face: "Lin Qiuhe, if you eat in such a hurry again, do you believe that I will directly block you?"

Lin Qiuhe almost choked on a mouthful of rice, so he quickly drank his saliva, and immediately slowed down his eating speed.

After the meal, Ji Wuyou drove him to the set.

Lin Qiuhe sat in the car, touched the domineering and cool black luxury car with the license plate number 66666 that he had missed for a long time, and said with emotion: "It's a pity that 88888 has been killed in battle, my husband, let's buy another one."

Ji Wuyou drove the car without looking sideways: "I'm already buying it."

Lin Qiuhe was pleasantly surprised: "Is it still the same style?"

Ji Wuyou gave a simple "hmm", his driver's license has been taken back, and he has been driving to work by himself these days.

Lin Qiuhe suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Why do you have the director's phone number?"

Ji Wuyou glanced at him in disgust, and said briefly: "Your phone is unlocked with your fingerprint. Why is it that you're not working your mind when you're filming a scene?"

Lin Qiuhe smiled embarrassedly and said nothing.

"Come on, why are you buying a silent alarm clock watch?" Ji Wuyou asked suddenly.

"Aren't I afraid that setting the alarm clock will wake you up if I can't get up in the morning? So I bought an alarm clock watch, which has no sound, and when I wear it on my hand, I wake up when it vibrates." Lin Qiuhe boasted proudly, "I smart?"

Ji Wuyou sneered, his face obviously darkened twice.

Lin Qiuhe watched the words and expressions, and immediately closed his mouth and dared not speak.

"Don't wear it in the future." Ji Wuyou said indifferently.

Lin Qiuhe nodded quickly: "Understood, you threw it away, and I will definitely not wear it in the future."

Only then did Ji Wuyou's face soften, and he talked to Lin Qiuhe about serious matters: "Lin Qiuhe, actors usually follow the shooting locations when filming. You can't rush back and forth like this every night. You have to get used to it and stay in the hotel well."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiuhe immediately felt very uncomfortable, and couldn't help but speak venomously: "I'm an actor and I know better than you, so I don't need you to educate me. I'm not going home for you, but for grandma. If you hate me Noisy, I will sleep downstairs and will never disturb you."

Ji Wuyou pursed her lips tightly: "That's not what I meant."

"What's the point of that? Didn't you help me remove my makeup, take a bath and apply medicine last night? I understand, but I didn't ask you to clean it up for me. If you didn't drive Dai Ling back yesterday..."

Without further ado, Ji Wuyou parked the car on the side of the road, and said with a cold face, "You drive back by yourself, and I will take a taxi back to the company."

Lin Qiuhe glanced at him, immediately unbuckled his seat belt and came over to drive.

Ji Wuyou glanced at the bruise on Lin Qiuhe's arm, turned around and pushed Lin Qiuhe back on the seat, and helped him fasten his seat belt: "Sit honestly."

After speaking, he turned back and continued driving.

Lin Qiuhe stared at him, his eyes were almost full of anger, and he tried his best not to curse out the word "problem".

"It takes more than an hour to go back and forth. Don't go home after filming at night. It's too hard to run back and forth. If you don't want to, I can..."

Lin Qiuhe interrupted him: "Understood, you don't need to worry about it. I won't rush home every day for filming. If there is always filming, I will stay in the crew every day, and I won't stay at home for a few days all year round. I am an actor. , I am more professional than you, and I understand better than you, so there is no need for you to persuade me."

"I'm not persuading you." Ji Wuyou drove the car to the door of the hotel and looked at him solemnly, "I just want to ask you, can you bring your family when you are an actor? Ask your crew, I can live with you A room? If not, I will pay for a room by myself."

Lin Qiuhe never expected that things would develop like this, he was stunned: "Are you serious?"

Ji Wuyou nodded, and then smiled lightly: "I'm like you, I can't sleep without holding something in my arms."