MTL - Be the Golden Finger for the Actress’ Rival-Chapter 26

Mingxu pointed to the mask on his face, the meaning was obvious.

"It's not easy being a big star."

The cloud in her hand spun in a circle in the air, and the sweet silk seemed to float in the air, like silk.

Song Jianzhi bit up and glanced at Mingxu with a little smugness in her eyes.

Her eyelashes are thick, and her shimmering eyes are hidden under the eyelashes, revealing a sly light like a little fox.

"It's so sweet." Song Jianzhi smiled and looked at Ming Xu, the tip of his tongue licked off the candy on his lips, and there was water on his lips.

Ming Xu fixed his eyes on her.

I didn't say anything.

Song Jianzhi was embarrassed, "If you want to eat, I'll buy another one for you, and I'll take it back."

Anyway, even if they were seen, they would not dare to laugh out loud in front of them, Song Jianzhi pondered.

"Don't eat that." Ming Xu continued to walk back, but Song Jianzhi could only follow, "Let's go."

When she was about to arrive at the hotel, Song Jianzhi finally finished eating, she threw the bamboo sticks into the trash can, and Mingxu brought her a tissue.

Song Jianzhi took it carefully, avoiding her fingertips, complaining, "I accidentally got sugar on my hand, it's sticky."

"More than just hands." Mingxu glanced at her lips and said leisurely.

Song Jianzhi stretched out her tongue and probed the corners of her lips, and she said sweetly, "Yeah, I'll go back and wash my face."

Song Jianzhi lowered her head slightly, walked quickly through the hall, and the two took the elevator back to the 6th floor.

There are not too many people staying on the 6th floor. Except for Li Man who takes care of them nearby, there are only two or three who are as quiet as them. After all, the whole crew can't use so many rooms, and most of them are on the third and fourth floors. .

Song Jianzhi took out the 601 room card and prepared to swipe it, then turned around and said, "I'm going back, if you're tired, take a rest."

Ming Xu didn't answer, and instead gently took out the room card from Song Jianzhi's hand and swiped it.

The door opened, and Mingxu walked in with Song Jianzhi's shoulder.

One step, two steps.

The door closes.

Two figures snuggled together disappeared behind the door.

Song Jianzhi said alertly, "Why are you here with me?"

"Clean up for you."

Mingxu bowed his head to answer, his expression was not clear, but his tone was natural.

Ming Xu wet the towel with hot water on his own, then turned around and wiped Song Jianzhi's hands with the hot towel.

Song Jianzhi looked at her cautiously.

Seeing Mingxu scrubbing her two or three times, the fluff of the towel brushed the back of Song Jianzhi's hand, hot and itchy.

The fingers were surrounded by warm objects, the towel was twisted tightly, and the water that had absorbed enough water seeped out between the squeezing of both hands, and the liquid spread on the skin.

Hands are wet.

Clap.

A drop of water dripped from Song Jianzhi's fingertips and smashed into a small splash on the floor.

Song Jianzhi woke up like a big dream, and her face turned red.

Mingxu is washing the towel, this time wiping her face.

Ming Xu raised Song Jianzhi's chin, and a hot towel pressed against Song Jianzhi's face.

Song saw Zhizhi's eyes moving, but she didn't dare to look at Mingxu, she heard Mingxu chuckle softly, and said:

"Why did you turn red before I wiped your face?"

Song Jianzhi's ears were also red, and the thin and transparent earlobes were hung with rouge color, delicate and dripping.

Ming Xu really doesn't seem to have any other thoughts, just like that day in Ganlin Garden, after she cried, she also took care of herself so considerately.

The sticky feeling on Song Jianzhi's face disappeared, the heat penetrated into her pores, smoked her into a peach blossom face, her lips were lovely, and the corners of her lips were naturally raised.

A joint of Mingxu's finger, through a thin towel, touched the corner of Song Jianzhi's lips.

Song Jianzhi was unaware.

After two breaths, Mingxu suppressed the desire in the bottom of his heart, and his knuckles gently grinded the plumpness underneath.

The towel soaked up the last ounce of sugar, and completed the cleaning task with due diligence and restraint.

Mingxu put down his hand, washed the towel, and put it back in place.

Ming Xu pulled Song Jianzhi away from the sink, walked to the seat, and let Song Jianzhi sit down.

There is a small night lamp on the small table between the two seats, which is shaped like a lotus flower. Mingxu presses it lightly, and the warm yellow light pours out.

Song Jianzhi was a little confused and looked up at her, "Didn't you wipe it clean?"

Ming Xu's downed hand naturally stroked her slender, white neck.

"Not clean yet."

Ming Xu bent over and whispered to Song Jianzhi's lips.

"Can you?"

Ming Xu asked Song Jianzhi for her opinion.

Song Jianzhi is like a little Tang monk caught by a goblin, trapped by a snake demon in a square inch surrounded by a snake body, and stuck to the chair by the silky silver threads of the spider spirit. The king of the daughter country used clear, light brown pupils to stay in place.

Song Jianzhi blinked, there is no king of the daughter kingdom, these eyes are clearly from Mingxu.

Song Jianzhi: I suddenly understand that it is not easy for Tang monks in Journey to the West, Tang Sanzang is criticized! (Breaking sound)

She was so nervous that she was cranky.

Ming Xu is still waiting patiently, the beauty has always been somewhat confident.

Even Ming Xu, who was afraid of love in front of Song Jianzhi, also relied on Song Jianzhi's appreciation for him.

Song Jianzhi's small tongue tipped out and flashed between Hong Lingling's lips.

Song Jianzhi: Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?

Maybe she was just nervous to moisten her lips, maybe she was just used to sticking her tongue out and licking her lips tonight, maybe she—

In short, Mingxu readily agreed.

Two soft lips squeezed together, grinding and squeezing the last air.

Soft, powdery, flavorful.

Ming Xu was as meticulous and patient as when she wiped her hands and face, and cleaned up the last area of ​​her body that was soaked with greasy sugar.

When eaten, it turns into sugar water. Water is everywhere, so Mingxu has to inspect it more carefully.

Size is not allowed.

Anyway.

The quiet night light is on the table, and the halo hits the faces of two intimate beauties.

The beauty under the lamp is gentle and hazy, charming and seductive.

Song Jianzhi didn't go to the shooting location the next day.

The crew always set off early, rushing to shoot suitable scenes in the early morning, so when Song Jianzhi didn't have a role, he naturally didn't have to get up early and get into the dark.

Song Jianzhi didn't come until morning.

Ming Xu always looked outside during the intermission. Li Man knew her thoughts and asked the talented people in the circle: "Director Song has returned to S City."

The makeup artist is giving Mingxu a simple touch-up, and Mingxu's expression is not clear under the busy hands of the makeup artist.

In front of others, Li Man didn't say anything.

The makeup artist smiled and said: "It is always said that the relationship between the teacher and the director is not good. I almost believed it before, and I only knew it when I entered the group. It is really needless to say!"

"There are still people?" Mingxu asked.

The makeup assistant interjected: "There are things I haven't seen and said, so don't mind Mr. Ming."

Ming Xu lowered his eyes.

But from Qijue Mountain back to S City, it was bumpy all the way, just kissed her, she wasn't shy enough to go back to the cat.

It was mainly Song Jianyin who told her early in the morning that their parents, whose tails were missing, had returned to China.

And only stay in s city for two days, and go out to have fun again.

Song Jianzhi would take more than half a day to return from N City, and he set off immediately upon receiving the news.

I wanted to talk to Mingxu, but I felt that it was a bit hypocritical to say so, and in the end, I just said hello to the Big Three and left.

When she was on the plane, she stretched slightly, looking at the endless clouds outside the window a little lost.

The parents of this world…

What will it be like?

On this flight, she was the only one in the first class cabin, and in the quiet alone time, the thoughts of her past parents quietly flooded her mind.

They would be much easier without themselves.

Song Jianzhi looked at the golden clouds, and quietly leaned her head against the window.

But no matter how she thought about it, she never thought that after entering the Song House, the two middle-aged people on the sofa turned around, revealing faces that were almost the same as those of their parents in the previous life.

Song Jianzhi's bag suddenly fell to the ground—

"Dad? Mom!"

The words contain disbelief, surprise, and even fear.

A sour impulse rushed straight to Song Jianzhi's face, her nose was sore for a while, and tears immediately poured out of her eyes.

How? How could this be? real or fake?

Is this a dream? I was still in the hotel in Qijue Mountain, and my dream was sound, but all the emotions that I had suppressed in my heart came to my mind at night.

Construct this sophisticated scam.

Mother Song gave a smile. She was middle-aged, but she was naturally a beauty to give birth to these two daughters. This beautiful woman waved to Song Jianzhi:

"See you?"

Song Jianzhi:…

Huh?

This term for greeting relatives is too funny, right? ?

Father Song, who was next to her, also said with relief, "Look at Yin Yin, how much your sister looks like us."

Song Jianzhi: ?

Who else should I look like? ?

Song Jianyin was obviously used to his unreliable parents, so he looked up at Song Jianzhi, "Why are you crying, come here quickly and wipe your tears."

Song Jianzhi was stunned by these two words, and the surging ups and downs in her heart disappeared.

Just look alike.

Not them.

Perhaps they had the same face originally, but the Song family is loving, well-maintained, and travels outside every day.

And my parents, working everywhere for medical expenses, their faces have long been wrinkled by life and medical bills, and their hair is also worried.

It is different.

Song Jianzhi took a sip of hot tea and calmed down completely.

But you can still see your parents after death, even if it's just the same face, isn't it fate?

Even if she draws this identity, is it because of some power...

Thinking of this, she immediately asked the system: "4399, are they related to my parents?"

The system kindly said: "Song Ankang and Lin Yue did not appear in the original work, so the appearance part can be changed according to the host's inner wishes. It is a reward for excellent employees from the branch."

Song Jianzhi lost her mind.

Good.

It's nice to see their faces.

Song Jianzhi looked at the two people in front of her with full eyes.

The phone she placed on the table lights up, and "Mingxu" is displayed on the screen.

She looked at the family who was talking, and secretly opened the phone and glanced:

Ming Xu: "When I saw a squirrel, I thought of you."

A photo is attached below, the stupid squirrel looks at the camera, and the eyes of black beans are innocent and innocent.

The author has something to say:Song Ankang, Lin Yue, the system says it doesn't matter, but it may still be related.

Who can say that.

Easter eggs.

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Thank you bosses, you are all night lights tonight!