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This battle made Han Jingmo a little puzzled.

Lu Guanghan didn't say anything, just waved his hand, and the three fat guys swung their fists and hit Han Jingmo at a very fast speed.

Because of many years of fighting experience, Han Jingmo's brain hasn't reacted yet, and his body has instinctively avoided the attack and retreated all the way, just dodging, without counterattacking.

Taking advantage of the gap, he looked over there, Lu Haoze and Lu Guanghan just stared at the situation here, without saying stop, it seems that they either misunderstanding, or want these three fat guys to hit him.

Han Jingmo's eyes sank, no longer dodging, decisively taking action to deal with it.

Apart from other things, the weight of these three fat guys adds up to more than 1,000 pounds, which is equivalent to seven or eight normal adult men. When they stand together, they are like an airtight wall, which is very intimidating.

But no matter how fat they are, they are all professional fighters, agile, and have strong resistance to blows. It is probably because they are too fat, and the fat on their bodies trembles. When a fist hits it, it is like hitting a ball of cotton, and it is difficult to cause damage to them.

Han Jingmo narrowed his eyes slightly, and kicked a fat man on the chin with a flying leg. He heard a scream of "Ah--!" and the fat man's jaw was instantly dislocated. He was speechless and drooling all over the floor.

The next second, Han Jingmo nimbly went behind another fat man and kicked him in the knee. The fat man's knee softened and he fell to his knees.

Without giving the fat man a chance to get up, Han Jingmo decisively raised his right leg and chopped it straight down, as if with a force as heavy as a thousand pounds, and slammed it on the fat man's back. At the same time, he clenched his fist and hit the fat man's temple.

A series of punches and kicks, accompanied by occasional screams.

Lu Guanghan's mouth twitched. Why did the screams all come from those three fat men? Couldn't they beat Han Jingmo? He was so anxious and angry that he wished he could go on the field himself!

Lu Haoze did not express his opinion, but stared at the situation on the field with his deep eyes as if he was watching a play.

However, the good show did not last long. In less than five minutes, the three fat guys all fell to the ground, some covering their chins, some covering their temples, groaning and screaming.

Han Jingmo stood aside intact, his forehead covered with sweat. The weather in June and July was hot, not to mention that after such a workout, his body was already sweating.

He raised the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his chin, and his hand accidentally touched the corner of his mouth, and suddenly a burst of pain came.

Han Jingmo frowned. At first he just dodged and did not fight back, but was hit on the corner of his mouth by one of the fat guys, and it was probably bruised.

He frowned not because of the pain, but because he was worried about how to explain to Lu Wanwan when he saw her tomorrow.

Here, Lu Haoze didn't say anything, got up from the chair, and walked out.

Lu Guanghan immediately followed, and when he passed by Han Jingmo, he said in a very provocative way: "Okay, you can go back."

Han Jingmo: "..."

Called him over in the middle of the night just to beat him up?

Okay, for Lu Wanwan, I'll beat him up.

The next morning.

Lu Wanwan came to the crew and saw that Han Jingmo was already being styled by the makeup artist, so he walked in front of him to show that he was here. When he turned around and walked away, he suddenly found that the makeup artist was holding a powder puff and stroking the corners of his mouth...

This is not normal!

Han Jingmo usually doesn't do much with his face except for styling his hair.

Lu Wanwan stopped and squinted to take a closer look. She found a bruise at the corner of his mouth. It was covered by makeup now. If it wasn't, it would be more bruised.

Lu Wanwan felt a pain in her heart and her eyes were full of worry: "Why is there a bruise here? Are there other injuries?" If she came later, she wouldn't even be able to see the bruise at the corner of his mouth.

"No." Han Jingmo replied.

"So you were... beaten?"

"No." Han Jingmo said calmly, "I fell off the bed while sleeping."

The makeup artist heard this and burst out laughing. Usually in the crew, Han Jingmo is quiet and a completely cool male god, but he can fall off the bed while sleeping at night. This contrast is so cute that it melts the hearts of girls. Lu Wanwan, however, had

a dark line on her face. Could Han Jingmo be so stupid?

She didn't quite believe it.

After finishing the makeup and returning to the rest area, Lu Wanwan stared at him, her eyebrows knitted together with heartache: "Does it hurt?"

Han Jingmo shook his head: "No."

Lu Wanwan looked at him.

Han Jingmo changed his words: "It hurts."

"Then I'll blow on you."

Then, Lu Wanwan went over and blew on him.

Han Jingmo's eyelashes were half closed. He saw her cheeks puffing up and her rosy and tender lips pouting. She moved very carefully, afraid of touching herself and hurting herself, but she blew very seriously.

Although it was a move to coax a child, it seemed to be really useful and it didn't hurt at all.

Lu Wanwan was blowing, and her arm was suddenly grabbed by Han Jingmo. She looked up at him in confusion: "Did it hurt you?"

Han Jingmo didn't say anything, but looked at her eyes deeply, and undercurrents surged.

With a snap.

Lu Wanwan seemed to have a string broken in her head. She just raised her head and stared at him in a daze.

Then, in her eyes, Han Jingmo's face slowly enlarged and got closer and closer, until her lips were touched, and it was his slightly cold lips that kissed her.

With a bang, Lu Wanwan's face was burning, and colorful, large fireworks exploded in front of him. His heart was pounding, and his heart was pounding.

It was not until Han Jingmo stepped back that Lu Wanwan came back to his senses. He was wailing in his heart. What the hell? This was not the first time they kissed. They had done more excessive and unspeakable things. They were already an old couple, but they blushed because of a simple kiss!

It was just a simple kiss of lips against lips, but he blushed and his heart was beating faster and faster. What was going on? !

Lu Wanwan covered his chest, thinking that he was either sick or bewitched by Han Jingmo's beauty. It was really a disaster.

Troublemaker Han Jingmo rubbed her head with a hint of teasing in his eyes: "This is more useful."

Oh, kissing is more useful than kissing.

Lu Wanwan blinked twice, his eyelashes fluttering, his black and white eyes filled with lively watery light, he leaned over to kiss her again, then quickly retreated, rarely shy: "Then... kiss her more."

Han Jingmo's eyes darkened, and an impulse surged in his heart, wanting to take her away regardless of anything, kiss her, and possess her...

His deep eyes revealed an undisguised desire, and Lu Wanwan's heart trembled fiercely, and he took two steps back, reminding him not to make trouble, this is still on the crew, and he still has to work later.

After all, when Han Jingmo becomes willful, no one can convince him.

Fortunately, Song Chi ran over and said that work had started. Lu Wanwan grabbed Han Jingmo's hand, squeezed it as if to coax someone, and then ran away quickly.

Han Jingmo's eyes followed her with boundless affection.