I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 179: Your Friends Already Have Daughters?
Then the gentle and charming older man was granted access to the lady’s room.
Mu Qiu invited him to sit with her, originally thinking he would sit on that black and white soft stool. Unexpectedly, he glanced at her cross-legged position on the floor, and also sat cross-legged on the carpet.
"... Don’t worry, this carpet is disposable and gets changed every day."
Cheng Zhirang: "It’s okay. Have you packed your luggage?"
"Almost, but there’s something I’m a bit unsure about?"
"What?"
"This tablet," she said while lifting the tablet with cartoon stickers with both hands. "Can I bring it with me? I have a habit of checking Twitter or watching videos with the tablet before and after breakfast. I’d like to play on the bus, is that okay?"
The way she held the tablet up for him to see with both hands, and her furrowed brows, struggling with the decision, all seemed like scenes where a girlfriend was acting cute, needing help in Cheng Zhirang’s eyes.
He couldn’t help but mimic the action again.
His hand gently patted her hair on the top of her head.
Then he tapped on the tablet with his finger and said, "You can carry it with you, no need to put it in the suitcase."
Mu Qiu nodded, agreed, and placed the tablet at the foot of the bed.
Cheng Zhirang’s gaze fell on the part of her suitcase that was visible, noticing it was full of skincare and makeup products. He pointed to the cornflower blue makeup bag holding her cosmetics.
"You don’t need to bring this either. This show might have professional makeup artists come to do heavy makeup. I’ve asked Assistant Wen to bring consumables specifically used for artists’ makeup, which won’t burden your skin, you can use those."
"Bring a couple more sets of clothes, in case there are situations like falling into water or other unexpected events, you can change often."
"Bring a water bottle and don’t easily let others touch it. Bring more sunscreen, or you can directly use mine."
He was experienced, and Mu Qiu was willing to listen to him.
For every suggestion Cheng Zhirang gave, she would take out the unnecessary items and pack the necessary extras in.
Under his guidance, Mu Qiu’s suitcase was packed, with Cheng Zhirang closing, locking, and scrambling the lock combination.
"I don’t think I’ve asked yet; Brother Cheng, what are you doing here at this time?"
Cheng Zhirang lifted her suitcase, pulled out the handle.
"My car is downstairs, I’ll drop off the suitcase first, and in the afternoon, when leaving with the production team, you only need to bring one bag."
Mu Qiu was a little surprised, "You’re also joining the production team?"
"It’s best if everyone goes together. Private plans can easily change."
"Oh." Quite particular.
"If you have anything else you need to bring, you can just carry it in the bag."
While speaking, Cheng Zhirang glanced around her suitcase, paused for a moment, and very considerately helped the plush, long-legged, dark green monkey on top turn over, so it was facing Mu Qiu.
Cute, so cute, Mu Qiu thought.
After flipping the plush monkey, Cheng Zhirang stood there thinking for a moment before hesitantly pulling something out of his bag.
"I have a gift for you."
"What?" She widened her eyes and looked at the object in his hand with some expectation.
The folded compression bag opened, and he took out a vibrantly colored little bag.
It’s the kind of small purse that children in kindergarten might carry, just about the size of his palm. A black strap with a pink and blue comb hair clip on it, a bright yellow body, a white flap, and a button marked with a bear.
Her eyes widened in curiosity, she leaned down around his hand to inspect the bag.
Then Cheng Zhirang opened the fabric flap and took out a small rainbow lollipop.
"...is this set so complete?"
Cheng Zhirang’s eyes curved slightly: "This was a gift from my friend’s daughter to me, so I’m passing it on to you."
Mu Qiu’s attention was shifted to the bag, and she asked, with each word pronounced carefully: "Your friend, already has a daughter?"
Cheng Zhirang paused while handing over the lollipop, chuckling, "So, what are you implying? That I should have one too?"
Mu Qiu coughed lightly, accepting the bag and lollipop from him, "I didn’t mean that. Can I carry this?"
Cheng Zhirang let her off, pulling the bag strap down over her head. "Yes, it’s very cute."
"Really, cute? Brother Cheng, do you want me to go for a cute style?"
"No, any style can be cute."
Mu Qiu bit her lip, trying to suppress a certain sense of embarrassment, adjusted the bag to hang on her right side, and then tidied her hair, turning half a circle in front of him, "Is this okay?"
Today at home, she was wearing ash-gray loungewear, with her hair casually tied in a bun wobbling on her head, now carrying a bag that only kids would carry, it felt somewhat childish.
Cheng Zhirang looked down seriously, and nodded sincerely, "It looks great. You can even clip more hair clips on."
"I don’t think that’s necessary?"
"Then how about clipping that hair clip on your hair?"
Mu Qiu held up the lollipop, teasingly asking him, "Brother Cheng, do you just like the cute, younger type?"
Cheng Zhirang lightly tapped the bun on her head, "Perhaps it’s the younger, cute type like you."
Mu Qiu looked down as if arranging the bag, but couldn’t control the corners of her mouth from lifting.
So, you see, being thirty-something is not bad for an older man. He has a divine face, a great body, is gentle and gentlemanly, and knows how to cheer up his girlfriend with little things. Typically, she would only have a guy like this in her dreams.
That little bag hanging from Mu Qiu stayed put for the time being. She pushed the suitcase out of the room, and Cheng Zhirang followed behind her, preparing to take the luggage down to the car, and first drop it off at the show’s recording location.
Walking ahead, she still asked, "Will it go directly to the hotel for the production team? Have you already found out the location in advance?"
"Yes, but the contract with the production team says it must remain confidential."
As he spoke, following her, he was also attempting to protectively cradle Mu Qiu’s hair bun.
His long fingers curled into a ring to protect the teetering bun in the center as they walked.
Mu Qiu asked another question, and when the person behind her didn’t respond immediately, she walked to the door and turned back; her bun unexpectedly bumped into his palm, causing her hair to tighten slightly.
"Oh..."
She let out a short exclamation, with Cheng Zhirang quickly preventing any jostling, "Are you okay?" 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
Mu Qiu reached out to pinch her bun, looking at him strangely, "I’m fine, why are you grabbing my bun?"
"It’s been moving constantly."
"...It’s on my head, of course, it’s going to move. Are you jealous of my hair?"
"Why would I be jealous of your hair?" Cheng Zhirang was amused, letting go of her bun before moving past her to handle the suitcase handle.
"Alright, you have a good rest at home, I’ll send the luggage off first."
Mu Qiu stood on the threshold in her floor socks, nodding her head, making her bun bob again.
Cheng Zhirang made considerable effort to keep his gaze from lingering there, looked at his wristwatch, and added, "We can leave for the airport at three. Do you need me to pick you up?"
"No need, really no need, I’ll go by myself."
"Alright, shall I head off then?"
"Goodbye, Brother Cheng."
Cheng Zhirang paused for a moment and, imitating her, said: "Goodbye."
