The Long-awaited Mr Han

Chapter 1447: Don't Do This Next Time

"But we don't enter the mirror, there is no limit on what the staff can bring." The director explained, "Self-heating hot pot is convenient to carry and saves effort."

Shi Xiaoya nodded, "Thank you very much for bringing me a copy."

"You're welcome. This is not what it should be." The director said with a smile, and handed another box to the camera brother.

The camera brother set up the camera, and together with Shi Xiaoya and the director poured water from the hot pot and waited for it to cook.

After a while, the fragrance of the self-heating hot pot covered the instant noodles.

Han Zhuo Ling: "..."

Looking at the instant noodles in the pan, he suddenly didn't want to eat them.

Shi Xiaoya saw that Han Zhuo Ling fiddled with the instant noodles in the pot, and the noodles were almost cooked, and he didn't want to eat them, and she felt a little uncomfortable.

She had a big heart and never thought it was the small hot pot on her side that stimulated others.

Just think when did Han Dashao suffer such grievances?

Squat yourself in front of a small pot to eat instant noodles?

Han Da Shao has lived to this age, and he has said nothing about eating instant noodles.

It was pitiful to see him squatting and cooking noodles.

Especially there was such a serious and handsome face.

Even small things like cooking noodles, set off by his earnest face, seem to be accomplishing something important in life.

Shi Xiaoya glanced at the self-heating hot pot in her hand, swallowed, and put her cat on her waist, trying to hide herself from the camera, and slowly moved towards Han Zhuo Ling.

Han Zhuo Ling noticed her when she cooked the noodles.

Seeing her sneaky appearance now, she didn't take it apart, she wanted to continue watching.

I saw her holding a small hot pot in both hands, afraid that the small hot pot would spill, and she moved carefully.

Squat and move like a crab, walking sideways.

After finally moving to his side, Shi Xiaoya knew that her finger must be hot by the hot pot.

The water just boiled, the extra soup, the hot pot is a plastic box, and it's not much insulated.

She couldn't stand the way she came, and she relied on her teeth until now.

As soon as he moved closer to Han Zhuo Ling, he quickly put the hot pot on the ground.

She wasn't close to Han Zhuo Ling, because she was afraid she would be in the mirror, and she would cause trouble for the editor.

All I could do was carefully hide out of the camera, and then reached out and quietly moved the hot pot to Han Zhuo Ling, whispering: "Ling Shao, you secretly pinch some, the audience can't see it."

Han Zhuo Ling's gaze followed her all the time, but it had always been on her face before.

Hearing her words now, his eyes followed.

The smell of the hot pot had just cleared, but now she could not see the hot pot at all, and her eyes fell on her hands.

The black fondue box dazzled her hands white.

But just above this amazing white, the belly of the ten fingers are all red and red, so obvious.

In his eyes, it was more amazing than that.

"Hot?" Han Zhuoling asked suddenly.

"Ah?" Shi Xiaoya didn't respond, and following Han Zhuo Ling's eyes, he realized that he was talking about his own fingertips.

Han Zhuo Ling narrowed her eyes slightly. As a makeup artist, she relied on both hands.

"Ah, it's okay." Shi Xiaoya didn't care, quietly retracted her hands and pinched her fingers on her ears to cool down. "It'll be fine in a while, and it's not very hot."

Han Zhuoling saw her fingers pinching her ears, her abdomen was blocked, and he couldn't see it.

But I still remember the red on it, pursing my lips, "Don't do that next time."

The sixth is at 2 o'clock ~

(End of this chapter)