Chapter 981 The Actor Is a Vixen (8)

Feng Qian began to wonder if the fragments had any special hobbies.

After finally packing the luggage, Feng Qian was already paralyzed from exhaustion.

The girl pulled the suitcase, sat on it angrily, and raised her hand to fan the wind.

There was also a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

After tidying up for several hours, the sky outside began to gradually darken.

Feng Qian sat and rested on the suitcase for a while, and after a while, the bedroom door was pushed open.

Holding a glass in his hand, Shi Bai walked over and cast a glance at Feng Qian.

Film Emperor Shi handed the glass to Feng Qian: "Thank you, little assistant."

Feng Qian paused, got up from the suitcase, and took the glass in Shi Bai's hand.

When held in the palm of the hand, the cold temperature is transmitted to the skin along the glass.

This is a glass of ice water.

Feng Qian tilted his head slightly, raised his hand and drank half of it.

A coolness slid through the internal organs, and it didn't feel so hot all of a sudden.

She politely said thanks.

If she had known that the assistant would be so tired, she would have interviewed the agent obediently.

As for the rest, I will think about it later.

"Stay for dinner?"

Shi Bai walked aside, sat on the bed, turned his head to look at Feng Qian.

Feng Qian said that he was too lazy to cook, so it would be better if he could have a meal.

The girl nodded.

"Thank you, Movie Emperor Shi."

Shi Bai retracted his gaze, and his eyes fell on a can of toffee not far away.

He said: "When the little assistant calls me a movie king, it's a bit of a celebrity."

Feng Qian blinked her eyes, "What should it be called?"

Shi Bai paused for a moment, seemed to be thinking seriously, and finally, he said, "Brother?"

Feng Qian: "..."

Shi Bai didn't notice the girl's gaze, he continued: "You can also call him uncle."

If age is really counted, probably...it is more appropriate to be called ancestor.

The corners of Mr. Actor's lips are slightly hooked, with just the right curvature, which is somewhat charming.

Feng Qian didn't intend to really call Fragment Brother or Uncle, she'd better call him Movie Emperor Shi obediently.

…

Simply had dinner at the home of the movie king.

Shibai offered to take her home.

Feng Qian did not refuse successfully, and finally sat in the car and reported the address of the apartment, feeling a little dazed.

The car drove to the downstairs of the apartment.

Feng Qian got out of the car, thanked him politely, and just turned around to lift his foot to leave, when a voice came from behind: "Won't the little assistant invite me to sit up?"

Feng Qian blinked his eyes and turned his head.

The man's dark eyes are a little seductive under the dim light and shadow, and the tails of his eyes are slightly raised, really like a seductive little fairy.

That face is very heart-warming.

Feng Qian avoided Shi Bai's gaze and looked around.

The original owner's rented community has good security performance, with high-definition cameras all over the corners.

At this time, there are not many people coming and going, but there are also many.

There is still the possibility of exposure.

Feng Qian didn't want to cause too much trouble, she was still a little tired and wanted to go to bed directly.

Feng Qian looked back at Shi Bai, and said, "It may be inconvenient, and the film emperor Shi also needs to protect himself."

He is a public figure after all.

Shi Bai didn't speak, he looked at the girl quietly, then, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, he said lightly: "Well, I'll see you tomorrow, little assistant."

After Feng Qian said goodbye, he entered the apartment building.

Shi Bai didn't drive away immediately, he folded his hands on his lap, sat quietly for a while, then took out a toffee from the windbreaker pocket, peeled it off, and ate it.

When the toffee completely melted in the mouth, there was a light rain from the sky.

Raindrops hit the car window, blurring vision after a while.

Shi Bai looked at the increasingly blurred glass, and murmured faintly: "Is it raining..."

"It's a little... I don't want to go back."

Eight chapters. A hard day.

One more thing, I would like to ask you for the last time which plane you want to see. Apart from the plane I am writing about now, there are only three planes left before entering the main story line. The last plane has been determined.

I want to refer to the remaining two planes. What do you want to see?

You can leave an idea, themes that appear more frequently or like more will be given priority.