Be the Golden Finger for the Actress’ Rival

    I don't believe it, the assistant director of the film crew sent Song Jianzhi a confirmation of the itinerary, and there are still a few scenes to be filmed in the film and television city in the next province.

    Song Jianzhi was the first time to go out to work so happily, definitely not because she could skip Xinghan's class, eh.

    It must be because I can see Mingxu again.

    Double the joy.

    Song Jianzhi arrived near the film and television city one day in advance to check in. Ye Qingqing accompanied her, and Mingxu hadn't arrived yet.

    In the past few days, "Place the Stars" is also in the preparatory stage of intensive preparations, and it has only been a few days to start publicity.

    As far as Song Jianzhi is concerned, she has nothing to do with her, except for signing a contract, that is, a group of reality show members was pulled up on WeChat.

    Song Jianzhi finished chatting with Mingxu, and when she exited the interface and saw the group, she remembered Xu Bei, the female supporting actress who just appeared.

    Xu Bei not only appeared late in this world, but also appeared later in the original text.

    What happened to her and Wei Xiao before, the author did not write much, the ghost knows whether it is to simplify the space, or to be lazy and not pave the way.

    Love so much that she secretly gave birth to a child for him, and beg Mingxu to fulfill her love.

    Afterwards, the author will be pitted.

    After experiencing He Xilan and Qiao Xin, Song Jianzhi must admit that these supporting roles only have the role of "bullying the heroine Mingxu" in the original text, but they are actually different.

    Some are really bad, and some are just different positions.

    When the reader reads the article, the perspective of the protagonist is substituted. When there is a conflict of interest, the reader will naturally dislike the role that "robs" the interests of the protagonist.

    Of course, it takes more effort to be a vicious female supporting role.

    For example, the first thing you need to do is get rid of your brain.

    But a female match like He Xilan not only has a brain, but also has a higher emotional intelligence than the average person. In the original text, what she did the most was to grab Mingxu's resources, mainly serving as a blocking stone on Mingxu's star journey.

    In fact, thinking about it now, from He Xilan's point of view, why should she give up resources to Mingxu?

    It's up to you.

    The more Song Jianzhi integrates into this world, the more he thinks about people when he sees them.

    No one is perfect, everyone has their own shortcomings when they are dizzy, and they also have a cuteness.

    Thinking of Xu Bei she saw that day, Song Jianzhi could only see that Xu Bei was really clever, but in front of He Xilan, she seemed a little stupid.

    More to see.

    In short, without Wei Xiao, there is no room for the female supporting role to play a role, so there is no need to worry too much.

    I just don't know if Xu Bei in this world will love Wei Xiao so much.

    —Thinking of this, Song Jianzhi remembered that Wei Xiao was abroad. It is estimated that in a short time, the flame of love will not be ignited.

    She felt more at ease.

    As it approached late at night, Mingxu hurried to the hotel near the Studio City.

    Li Man followed the suite and was ready to pack up for his artist. As soon as Mingxu arrived in the suite, he took a shower, then put on clean clothes, and wiped his wet hair from the shower in front of the mirror.

    Li Man was full of emotion, that is Miss Song, and for other people, the first thing Sister Mingxu came to the crew was to read the script, although before joining the crew, Ms. Mingxu often The script was memorized.

    It's not like now, no eye see no eye.

    Li Man tutted in his heart, and sure enough, he saw his artist walking towards the door very naturally.

    It is estimated that this trip will start in about an hour, and Li Man estimates that he can take a shower first, and then—

    "I won't be back tonight. I will deliver breakfast for two to 403 next door tomorrow morning."

    "Okay." Li Man responded subconsciously, and only when the door slammed closed did she respond—

    Huh?

    Huh? ?

    Not coming back?

    Is that what I thought? ?

    She stared at the silent door and suddenly understood.

    The Qixi Festival has passed, and it seems that Sister Mingxu and Miss Song have made a breakthrough.

    It is said that a small farewell is better than a newlywed, this "newly married" is a small farewell...

    Tsk tsk, I hope someone will get up and open the door when I deliver my meal tomorrow.

    Almost the moment she heard the knock on the door, Song Jianzhi got up from the bed and opened the door.

    Mingxu entered Song Jianzhi's room with a touch of dampness in his body, Song Jianzhi closed the door, and before he had time to turn around, Mingxu hugged him from behind and hugged him full.

    Song Jianzhi had nowhere to put her hands.

    Ming Xu didn't think it was enough, so he pressed it closer, his chin resting on Song Jianzhi's ear.

    "Okay, don't act like a spoiled child." Song Jianzhi didn't look back, she stretched out her hand and patted the top of sister Mingxu's hair.

    Ming Xu was amused, finally let go of Song Jianzhi, reached out and grabbed the "disrespectful" cat's paw in the palm of his hand and squeezed:

    "Skin."

    Song Jianzhi's hand rests in her palm very relaxedly, with a well-proportioned skeleton and slender fingers, allowing her to play with it.

    Ming Xu looked at it for a while, then brought it to his lips and bit it lightly, the blunt touch scraped from Song Jianzhi's fingertips, her little finger trembled slightly, as if it had been scalded and rolled curled inward like a flower.

    The first knuckle was licked by the plump and slippery leaves, Song Jianzhi moved with emotion, and exerted force with her fingertips, falling into the trap of plumpness and warmth.

    The black hair at the neck fossa clung more and more tightly to Song Jianzhi, and another strand of hair was gently swayed on Song Jianzhi's shoulders, dancing her body.

    Song Jianzhi changed into a large nightgown after washing up. At this time, Mingxu finally forgave her cat paws, and turned to the white side of her neck.

    Hot, tender, with a faint fragrance.

    "Did you apply body lotion?" Mingxu seemed to casually ask.

    "Hmm... I painted it a little." Song Jianzhi's voice trembled a little.

    "It smells good." Mingxu lowered his head and sniffed lightly.

    Especially when the body heats up, the incense seems to become a seductive and deep warm fragrance.

    The nose is sultry, Song Jianzhi bit her lower lip, twisted her waist, and was about to flee.

    "Don't move." whispered.

      Take a breath.

    Ming Xu finally raised his head.

    There are petals floating in the water, and the residual red is a little bit pitiful and lovely.

    She was satisfied to appreciate her masterpiece, helped Song Jianzhi tidy up the collar, covered the evidence of crime tightly, and then let go of the person in her arms.

    The strand of hair left Song Jianzhi in a self-satisfied manner.

    Ming Xu put Song Jianzhi in a half hug and half hugged him to the bedside and sat down beside her, then he said:

    "My hair is more blessed than I am."

    As soon as they met, she was bullied for a meal. Song Jianzhi's eyes were gleaming, and her lips were bitten red by herself.

    She glared at Mingxu with such a face, and said:

    "Don't even think about it."

    Ming Xu followed his good manners: "Okay, I don't want to."

    So nice to talk?

    Song Jianzhi was stunned for a while, then heard Mingxu say:

    "Can I sleep here tonight?"

    "No." Song Jianzhi refused.

    Ming Xu innocently said: "I just want to hold you to sleep, I will do nothing."

    Song Jianzhi was expressionless: "A woman's mouth, a deceiving ghost."

    The emotion card was useless, Mingxu immediately changed his battle plan and said:

    "I still have work tomorrow, it's almost 12 o'clock, I won't do anything."

    Song Jianzhi's expression was slightly moved, Ming Xu struck while the iron was hot, "I haven't seen you for several days, I just want to hug you."

    Song Jianzhi whispered: "You wanted to hug me just now, didn't you..."

    Ming Xu paused and said calmly: "Yeah, I can't control my liking for you."

    In my arms, I just want to hold her tighter and be more intimate.

    Song Jianzhi is dying, how can this woman's nonsense be so good.

    She looked at Mingxu carefully and found that although Mingxu's sister was full of sweet words, her eyes were gentle and serious, and she couldn't help but indulge in it when they looked at each other.

    And yes, tired.

    Remembering Mingxu's full schedule, Song Jianzhi's heart collapsed again, and after a while he said:

    "Then, you have to sleep well."

     "Okay." Mingxu agreed in the gentlest voice.

    Both of them have been groomed, it is late at night, and there is no more dawdling. There is a big bed, and each of them occupies one side.

    The two of them were covered with the same quilt. In fact, the bed was so big that they would not bump into each other when they slept honestly. Song Jianzhi felt more at ease.

    Ming Xu put his hand on the switch of the bedside lamp, and before the darkness came, he said to Song Jianzhi:

    "Good night."

    "Good night." Song Jianzhi lay on her back and replied, her voice a little tight.

    The light went out.

    In the room with the curtains closed, the air conditioner was running quietly and it was pitch black.

    There was a movement from the quilt, accompanied by a rustling sound, is Sister Mingxu lying down?

    Beside me, use the same pair of pillows, cover the same quilt, head to head, feet to feet—

    By the way, is your sleeping position good? Will he put his thigh on Mingxu in the middle of the night?

    Aren't you going to grab a quilt in the middle of the night? What if I freeze Mingxu and catch a cold tomorrow?

    Song Jianzhi was already thinking wildly, and she couldn't control her wild thoughts.

    Her thoughts seemed to be riding on a jumping and bright meteor, dashing across the star-filled sky, and the tail shed a piece of fine starlight, and all fell to them body.

      Attacked?

    That's not right, even if you are divided into attack and suffer, you don't necessarily suffer...

    The night she was drugged could not represent the future attack, Song Jianzhi thought very dreamily.

    Song saw the meteors in Zhizhi's brain flying more and more, and he was about to go to the Milky Way to roll around.

    Suddenly, Ming Xu turned around, the warm body got closer, Song Jianzhi subconsciously held his breath.

     Then, an arm was placed around his waist.

    Is this... asleep?

    It turned out that Mingxu would really throw himself in his arms when he fell asleep, Song Jianzhi secretly wrote it down, and when he woke up tomorrow, he would laugh at her loudly.

    Seeing that Mingxu had fallen asleep, Song Jianzhi was finally able to relax a little, and her sleepiness finally returned to her eyelids.

    Her eyelids gradually became heavy, Hei Tianxiang was waving to her, and suddenly there was a movement under the quilt—

    "What are you doing?"

    "Aren't you asleep?"

    Song Jianzhi suddenly opened her eyes and turned her head to look over. She was so frightened by Mingxu's arrogance that she asked two questions in a row, her body was numb and her waist was soft.

    Ming Xu was also surprised: "Aren't you asleep?"

    "You pretend to be asleep."

    Song Jianzhi grieved and said: "If I don't pretend to be asleep, you won't succeed - no, when did I pretend to be asleep, take your hands away!"

    Mingxu was caught, so he could only take out his hand from the warm and greasy place, and said with emotion:

    "Phishing is the deadliest."

    Song Jianzhi pulled her neckline to cover the skin that still had the touch of Mingxu, and endured the numbness that had not faded: "Forget it."

    She couldn't see Mingxu's expression, she could only hear Mingxu chuckle and said:

    "Okay, don't be angry, I really didn't plan to do anything."

    She seemed to be getting closer again, Song Jianzhi could finally see Mingxu's vague outline, and his warm breath fell on the side of her face.

    The distance between the two of them is close, as if they are on the same pillow.

    "I'm just—so envious of the blessing of that lock of hair."

    "Just a moment."

    "Just a moment, okay?"

    The dark and sweet night swallowed up the vague ending of Mingxu.

    The night was quiet.