Mistress Her Brother [Transmigration Book]

Nie Ziye led Song Mo to float on the water, and he didn't know how he could support the weight of the two of them by himself and swim with one hand without sinking.

"Are you still conscious, can you hear me?" Nie Ziye leaned his head towards Song Mo, afraid that he might not hear clearly, and asked almost close to his ear.

Song Mo held his breath in the water for a long time before, and now his brain is still a little lack of oxygen, with Venus in front of his eyes, but his consciousness is still clear, he nodded slightly.

"It's good if you can hear me. Next, cooperate with my movements, kick your legs slowly, and relax your body as much as possible." Nie Ziye's voice was low but calm, which made people feel at ease.

Song Mo nodded again, instinctively leaning on his broad shoulders.He didn't know how he did it, but when he came back to his senses, his body was no longer as stiff as a rock, and he could kick his legs and swing his arms in line with Nie Ziye's movements.

Even though his legs couldn't reach the flat ground and were floating like a piece of duckweed, Song Mo no longer felt nervous.

With Song Mo's cooperation, the two approached the shore faster.

They almost just hit the shore, and the crew rushed over.Three or five people took the hemp rope borrowed from the props group, and threw one end of the rope towards them: "Hold on! First, tie it around your waist, and tie it firmly!"

Nie Ziye pushed Song Mo and let him go first.After he grabbed the rope, he wrapped his arm around Song Mo's arm, helped him wrap around Song Mo's waist twice, and tied a knot hard.

This posture looks like Nie Ziye is embracing Song Mo from behind, the water-soaked clothes are tightly attached to each other, the barrier suddenly becomes negligible, and Song Mo feels the heat from behind.

Nie Ziye is a man with a lot of yang energy.The yang energy here does not refer to his masculinity, but from the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, his body is well maintained and there is not much stagnant moisture in his body, so he can maintain this state even in wet and cold water. body temperature.

He was like a furnace, allowing Song Mo, whose hands and feet were stiff, to draw a certain amount of warmth from him and restore the mobility of his limbs.

...Anyway, Song Mo would not admit it, he felt his body became hot because Nie Ziye was too close and he felt a little embarrassed.

Amid the shouts of "one two, one two" from everyone on the shore, Song Mo grabbed the rope and was finally pulled ashore stumblingly.

Lu Xiaodong was already waiting on the shore with two big bath towels in his arms. When he saw him dripping back onto the ground, he unfolded the bath towels and wrapped them around him without saying a word.

It was a hot day and there was no such thing as a warm baby. Just when the lunch box arrived at noon, Lu Xiaodong stuffed a warm box lunch into his hand: "You just make it up and hold this to recover your body temperature."

"Yeah." Song Mo took it obediently, hugged this "smelly warm baby" in his arms, and pulled the big bath towel on his body, "Brother Lu, how did you get this?"

"Your Brother Nie asked me to prepare it before he came out. He said that you went to the river and prepared for the worst. It happened that there were large towels in the goods prepared by the props group for the grocery store, so I brought them all. "Lu Xiaodong said.

Song Mo blinked, he didn't expect Nie Ziye to be so careful and react so quickly.

Lu Xiaodong was also afraid for a while: "If he hadn't told me first, I wouldn't have thought of borrowing a rope and someone. Fortunately, he is the fastest one, or you would..."

Obviously he didn't fall into the water, but Lu Xiaodong gritted his teeth and shuddered, and swallowed the second half of the sentence automatically.

While the two were talking, people's voices came from the shore soon: "This one is also pulled up!"

Lu Xiaodong immediately said to Song Mo: "You take it easy, I'll go and see Zi Ye."

"I'll go too." Song Mo stood up wrapped in a towel.

Because the clothes were soaked and absorbed a lot of water, every step felt extra heavy.But Song Mo still staggered over and saw that Nie Ziye was wrapped tightly in a big bath towel just like him.

Nie Ziye is a big star and the lead actor in the film crew. He is obviously more important in everyone's mind, so after pulling him up again, everyone can't wait to surround him three times.

This made it difficult for Nie Ziye, who was physically exhausted, to get out, and it also made it difficult for Song Mo to squeeze in.

Nie Ziye's eyes scanned the crowd, and when he saw Song Mo's figure through the human wall, his eyes softened, and he smiled at him with pale lips.

Song Mo also smiled back at him, and mouthed "thank you" to him.

……

After returning to the set, Director Li, who learned about this, also temporarily put down the filming work, and came to see the two of them.

While listening to Song Mo's narration, Li Yu walked back and forth holding the extra flesh around his waist: "Damn! These paparazzi are too rampant!"

Director Li is usually a gentleman, and he rarely swears like this, so it can be seen that he was really angry this time.

"Do you remember what the other person looks like?" Nie Ziye simply changed into dry clothes, helped Song Mo brush his hair, and asked, "Or does he have any work badge on his chest?"

"That's right, this matter can't just be left alone, we're going to settle the score with him!" Director Li said angrily, "Let's forget about the secret filming, but pushing our people into the water is a crime!"

Director Li was very angry, and others were fine with it. Song Mo was a lunch bonus for the entire production crew. Since he fell into the water, everyone had to eat boxed lunches, and the taste immediately dropped several notches.

Song Mo pretended to be trying to remember, but shook his head regretfully.

Just when everyone thought that this matter could only be investigated slowly through the crew's camera, Song Mo said in a normal tone: "There is surveillance by the river. When I was arguing with the paparazzi just now, I deliberately led him to be exposed to the camera. , I should have captured them all. I’m not very good at describing, and it’s a waste of time to use gestures..."

The air at the scene was quiet for a few seconds.

Then Director Li yelled "Okay", "Good boy! Well done!" He patted Song Mo on the head excitedly, gearing up and took a few assistants to report the crime.

"Detain that kid for a few days no matter what!"

"Look at how rampant he is!"

Director Li left in high spirits, leaving Song Mo and Nie Ziye staring at each other.Song Mo patted his head: "...Director Li has quite strong hands."

"Pain?" Nie Ziye asked softly.

"That's not true, it's just a little dizzy." Although Song Mo's hypoxic symptoms healed, there were still some sequelae. His body was soaked in the water for a while, as if his brain was flooded, and his thinking was very slow.

Nie Ziye: "It might be a cold. Just wait, I'll make you a bowl of ginger soup."

Nie Ziye and Song Mo fell into the water together, and when they were picked up, they looked like they were all right. They were still in good spirits, not listless like Song Mo.

Even so, Director Li still gave him a day off to let him have a good rest.

So Nie Ziye was a little flustered, and after sending Lu Xiaodong back, he went to work alone, first helping Song Mo dry his hair, and then digging out the small pot that Song Mo brought out. Cut the ginger slices and throw the ginger into the boiling water.

After about ten to twenty minutes, Song Mo was sitting on the bedside and was about to fall asleep bit by bit. Nie Ziye came over with a bowl of steaming ginger soup. The spicy taste stimulated the sense of smell. Song Mo Suddenly woke up.

"It's a little hot, drink it slowly." Nie Ziye blew on it for him twice before handing it to Song Mo.

The ginger soup is dark yellow in color, with a few goji berries floating on it.

Under Nie Ziye's eager gaze, Song Mo lowered his head and took a sip slowly.

"Hmm..." Although it's a bit hot, the taste is spicy and sweet, and it's not difficult to eat.Song Mo looked up at him in surprise, "It's delicious."

"Put in some honey." Nie Ziye looked at his expression, and even his tone became a lot lighter, and he even showed off a little.

"Young Master's craftsmanship is not bad." Song Mo joked, tilting his head.

Nie Ziye paused and asked, "How do you know?"

Song Mo just remembered that Nie Ziye seemed to have never revealed his background in front of the media, and he had never been to Nie Ziye's house even when he was an assistant. circulated among fans.

... Sure enough, his brain was flooded, and he would make even such a low-level mistake.

It was impossible for Song Mo to tell him that I actually read it from a book, so he had to say to him: "Because... I am also your fan."

"Really?" Nie Ziye's eyes lit up, "Why didn't I see it before?"

If Song Mo was really his fan, he would have acted too calmly when the two met for the first time, without the excitement of a small fan at all.

"Really," Song Mo said bravely, "I have posted your poster on the entire wall in my room. Last time you came to my house, you didn't enter my room, so I didn't see it."

It's not just posters, Nie Ziye's albums, CDs, TV series CDs, Nendoroid figures and other original owners have collections, which can be described as countless treasures.

Nie Ziye quietly listened to him, and his mood became more subtle.

But this is not a bad change, to be exact, he is still a little happy in his heart.

Nie Ziye conjured up a young man who silently liked him. Before he knew him, the other party was paying attention to him and collecting everything related to him.After getting acquainted, although the other party was excited, his expression was extremely natural, and he even felt a little indifferent, completely treating Nie Ziye as an ordinary person.

Like a little wild cat that clearly wants to get closer, but still carries the Queen Fan, this kind of young man makes him feel extraordinarily cute.

Song Mo didn't notice the change in Nie Ziye's expression at all, and he didn't know that this person's imagination had exceeded his prediction range.

Song Mo was even more worried about the paparazzi: "What about the sneak shot? Even if you report the crime now, it's too late to get the camera back, right?"

Seeing that Nie Ziye was still staring at him without any reaction, Song Mo held the soup bowl in both hands, so he kicked him.

Nie Ziye came to his senses and didn't mind, and replied, "You don't have to worry about this, Director Li and Lu Xiaodong are prepared, just wait for him to send the video and photos."

Song Mo regained his energy all of a sudden, his eyes were full of curiosity: "Be clear, what are you going to do?"