Chapter 179 Cell Phone

It was "his duty" again. Xia Mian really wanted to ask him what his duty actually was. Was it just to play these ridiculous role-playing games and make her cooperate in nonsensical ways?

Summer Mist moved her legs, taking the action as a silent protest.

Zhou Pingchuan didn't linger; he simply stroked his knee and continued upwards.

Summer's thighs were more sensitive than her calves; the spot where Zhou Pingchuan's palm had brushed against her instantly broke out in goosebumps. Afraid that Da Huang would notice, she bit her lower lip and silently endured it.

When he reached the base of her thighs, Zhou Pingchuan suddenly slowed his movements, gently stroking with his fingertips, as if showing tenderness, or perhaps a silent teasing.

Xia Mian was too close to the deer, so she quickly covered her mouth, but a soft "Mmm..." still escaped through her fingers.

"Boss, what's wrong?" Da Huang asked quickly upon hearing the voice.

"...I wasn't feeling well just now, but you can continue with your work, it's okay."

How could Da Huang not feel at ease? He stopped looking for his things and came over, saying, "Where do you feel unwell? Let's go to the hospital to get it checked out."

Da Huang freed Xia Mian. When Zhou Pingchuan saw that people had arrived, he finally stopped, helped Xia Mian fasten his pants, patted his waist lightly from an angle that Da Huang couldn't see, and then sat down opposite the two of them.

Xia Mian didn't dare look at Zhou Pingchuan or Da Huang, and lied with her head down: "My stomach is a little uncomfortable, probably from drinking coffee on an empty stomach, but it doesn't hurt now."

"Really? But your face is so red."

aestivation:"……"

Xia Mian repeated himself twice before Da Huang believed that he was really cured and didn't need to see a doctor.

Before long, Chestnut returned triumphantly with her sewing kit. The day before yesterday, there was a blizzard, and everyone left in a hurry, leaving the kit in the dressing room while packing up. Luckily, the cleaning lady didn't throw it away as trash.

Da Huang skillfully threaded the needle and pulled up the back of the costume: "Chestnut... are you busy? Then Master Zhou, can you pinch it for me? I can sew it faster."

"Damn it, bro, why are you ordering this living devil around?" Xia Mian quickly turned around and winked at Da Huang, afraid that Zhou Pingchuan would blame him.

Da Huang didn't even look up. Fortunately, Zhou Pingchuan didn't show any anger. He cooperated by going around behind Xia Mian and pinching the extra piece of cloth.

Compared to the stick insect-like physique of a boy in puberty, Xia Mian is more like an adult male, not exactly thin. However, he usually pays attention to exercising his shoulders and arms, which makes his waist appear slender and delicate against his broad shoulders—something Zhou Pingchuan knows all too well.

The costume also featured a wide belt, which accentuated the boy's pert buttocks. Zhou Pingchuan didn't want to tease Xia Mian, but after glancing at her, he gently stroked her from her waist to her buttocks with his fingertips.

"You—" Xia Mianren's forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat as she gritted her teeth.

"Did you call me, boss?" Da Huang was concentrating on sewing clothes. If he didn't sew well and it was exposed, Director Gao would definitely have to reshoot, and everyone would suffer.

Calm down, calm down, Xia Mian comforted himself. He took a deep breath: "I didn't call you, I sent a WeChat message."

"Oh. I thought I had pricked you. You're acting so strange today, all jumpy."

Xia Mian didn't want to make a fuss; he was just a little embarrassed. Heaven knows, something had already changed beneath the thick skirt of his costume. It might not be noticeable on camera now, but if it changed any further, the director, assistant director, and even the cameramen at the other shooting positions would all be laughing at him!

We shouldn't have tolerated Zhou Pingchuan.

Xia Mian frowned in annoyance. At this moment, perhaps Da Huang had discovered something, Zhou Pingchuan began to act serious, holding his clothes properly and no longer using those underhanded methods to provoke him.

Xia Mian breathed a sigh of relief, and the area under her skirt gradually returned to normal.

Da Huang performed exceptionally well, completing today's look just five minutes before filming was scheduled to begin.

Chestnut once again gave a motherly reminder: "The heat packs I put on you are of average quality. They'll probably stay warm for about an hour in freezing conditions. If they stop working, let me know. There are two big bags in the car, and I'll replace them for you anytime."

Xia Mian: "Okay."

"Let's go then, give me your phone."

Actors weren't allowed to bring their phones during filming, so Xia Mian's phone was always with Li Zi. He habitually handed it to Li Zi, but halfway there, a large hand snatched it away.

"I'll get it for you." The man's voice was even deeper behind the mask.

"...Huh?" Chestnut was confused and stood there dumbfounded.

"Okay, put it in the car, let's go." Xia Mian just wanted to get out of this car and away from Zhou Pingchuan as soon as possible to avoid any further trouble. Anyway, he was completely open and honest, and he wasn't afraid of anyone looking through his phone.

Chestnut glanced at Zhou Pingchuan, then at Xia Mian, instinctively feeling that these two were not as simple as an ordinary boss and driver.

The scene is ready, filming begins.

Zhou Pingchuan parked his car in the parking lot closest to the film set, leaned back in his seat, checked his emails, and occasionally glanced at Xia Mian.

The phone was on the passenger seat. Zhou Pingchuan never intended to invade anyone's privacy; he only wanted to get it to tease the boy.

But it kept vibrating, and the screen would light up every ten or twenty seconds. Zhou Pingchuan glanced at it; a small portion were WeChat notifications, but most were message notifications with the penguin icon.

For convenience, Summer Sleep has set the message content to be displayed directly on the screen.

Tangyuan: [Ahhhhhh, Jishuai, have you seen the behind-the-scenes photos of Little Dragon? Our Mianmian is absolutely gorgeous!]

Tangyuan: [Ji Cen looks surprisingly good in period costume, much better than Tan Gou! My anticipation for Little Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils is off the charts, can it air soon? I really can't wait a second longer!]

Tangyuan: [Have you noticed? Ji Cen and Mianmian get along really well. Their interactions are so sweet, I'm actually starting to feel like shipping them! Ji Mian, that's such a cute couple name!]

Tangyuan: [Sigh, is it because Mianmian's submissive nature is too obvious? She seems to have great CP chemistry with everyone she's with; I want to ship them all! Oh no, am I going to go from being a fan of the official pairing to a fan of all of them? That would be...too exciting!]

Tangyuan: [Hey, Jishuai, are you busy? You always just ask me to send you a document and then leave. You're not treating me like a content generator, are you? Seriously, if you keep doing this, I'll get angry!]

Tangyuan: [And one more thing! Do you remember you promised me you'd film some content for me? Where did you film it?]

sweet dumpling:【......】

The girl posted countless messages, each one filled with the joy of sharing new materials with fellow enthusiasts.

Zhou Pingchuan's gaze first fell on "Jimian", he narrowed his eyes, and then stared at the two words "Wenbao" thoughtfully.

He had Xia Mian's complete information. He picked up his phone and first entered the password using the birthday on Xia Mian's ID card, but the system displayed an error. He then converted the birthday to the lunar calendar, and this time he easily solved the problem.

Tangyuan was still sending messages. He clicked into their chat history and easily found the file folder Xia Mian had asked for yesterday. Looking at the time, it was right last night when the call came in, and the boy was hiding in the bathroom.

So that's how he did it.

Zhou Pingchuan chuckled, clicked on the compressed file, and the system automatically redirected to the decompression software Xia Mian used. The latest browsing history displayed was also from the same time yesterday, and the title of the article was "Stealing Love".

Zhou Pingchuan closed his email and began to carefully read this masterpiece. It was a work of realistic literature, depicting the story of Xia Mian, a married woman from a respectable family, and Zhou Pingchuan, a security guard in their neighborhood, having affairs in the security booth, the residents' activity center, the express delivery station, an abandoned warehouse, and even at the protagonist's husband's school. The article was unusually explicit, revealing the social phenomenon that human nature can become increasingly distorted in a violent family environment.

It turns out that boys who blush and cover their mouths when touched even a few times like to watch this kind of thing.

Zhou Pingchuan chuckled and put the phone back where it was.