Chapter 84 No Kissing Allowed

When Jiang Jingxing thought about how Li Qinghe would often stand in front of others and let the photographer find angles to take pictures of her, he wanted to step forward and take her place.

Li Qinghe did not refuse. She took more photos so that she wouldn't have to worry about taking photos of her daily life next time.

There are carpets indoors, so Jiang Jingxing is not worried that Li Qinghe will catch a cold.

After placing the person in front of the French window, Jiang Jingxing took the cell phone.

The pixels of his mobile phone are comparable to those of a SLR camera.

Li Qinghe gently placed his hand in front of the French window, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the camera, "Is it okay?"

Jiang Jingxing looked at Li Qinghe in the camera, frowning, and always felt that something was wrong.

After thinking for a while, he put down his phone, pulled the person into his arms with his big hands, lowered his head and gave her a deep kiss. He felt the person in his arms tremble slightly before he let go of Li Qinghe with satisfaction.

Back in the camera again, Li Qinghe's eyes were watery and her face was rosy, and she looked much better than before.

rogue.

Li Qinghe turned her head to the side, trying to hide her flushed face. But Jiang Jingxing didn't do what she wanted. He found a suitable angle and looked at his work with satisfaction.

After taking a dozen photos, Li Qinghe felt a little tired and simply sat on the carpet.

“Just take some random photos.” Li Qinghe didn’t have any requirements for these, so she would only remember to post on Weibo after Xia Zhi reminded her.

Jiang Jingxing was silent for two seconds and squatted in front of Li Qinghe.

Li Qinghe subconsciously moved back a little and looked at Jiang Jingxing in front of him warily, "No more kissing."

There are already marks on her neck. The scenes shot in the past few days were all in summer. The cheongsam can't cover them at all.

Li Qinghe looked towards Jiang Jingxing, who was still wearing his white shirt. If one only looked at his appearance, no one could imagine how crazy such a man would be when he was caught up in lust.

Jiang Jingxing's dark eyes darkened, and his voice became hoarse, "Be good, don't look at me."

Li Qinghe stood up and stepped on the carpet, which was soft and comfortable. She looked back at Jiang Jingxing and said, "Calm down for a while. I'll go cook."

Whenever Li Qinghe was at home at night, she would usually cook. Even though Jiang Jingxing said he felt bad for her, Li Qinghe knew that he preferred to cook by himself rather than by his aunt.

After adjusting the water temperature to keep it within the warm range, Li Qinghe washed the vegetables carefully, but the man's lean and strong hand wrapped around her waist, "Flirt and run."

His tone was quite angry, and he even bit her neck lightly.

Li Qinghe was speechless about someone's attempt to put the blame on someone else. After washing the vegetables, she gently pushed him away and said, "Go out and wait."

"I'll help you." Jiang Jingxing said firmly.

After dinner, Li Qinghe accompanied Jiang Jingxing to the study to deal with some things.

"Who made this plan?" A cold voice echoed in the quiet room.

Li Qinghe turned his head and saw Jiang Jingxing was on a video call. He didn't know whose plan went wrong, making him so angry.

"Get out if you can't do it well." Jiang Jingxing sneered and closed the computer directly.

Li Qinghe was lying in the recliner, reading a book comfortably. She didn't raise her head until a shadow fell in front of her. "Is it done?"

"No." Jiang Jingxing, who had just gotten out of work, still had a cold expression on his face, but his tone softened a little.

Li Qinghe closed the book and saw the tiredness between his brows. He sighed and said, "I'll give you a massage."

Even though Li Qinghe couldn't understand how hard Jiang Jingxing worked, he had seen it.

In Secretary Liu's schedule, Jiang Jingxing was busy with work almost all day. During the time when she was not at home for filming, Jiang Jingxing slept in the company all night.

"Okay." Jiang Jingxing was indeed tired. He leaned back on the sofa and found a suitable position for her.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he felt the small hands gently pressing on his head. The small hands were so soft that they seemed boneless, but the massage was very comfortable.

Not only that, her slender figure was right beside him, and he could smell her scent without even thinking about it.

With a comfortable sigh, Jiang Jingxing held the person in his arms. The sofa was too small, and Li Qinghe almost pressed his entire body against him.

"Not heavy?" Li Qinghe asked him calmly. Li Qinghe was aware of his own weight.

Jiang Jingxing weighed it and said, "It's not heavy."

"Oh." Li Qinghe didn't ask, and lay on him without worry. She put her ear on Jiang Jingxing's chest and listened to his heartbeat.

After a while, the mobile phone on the coffee table vibrated. Li Qinghe picked it up and scanned it. It was Xia Zhi's WeChat.

"Want to send photos?" Jiang Jingxing asked her.

Li Qinghe nodded, "Yes, as a fan benefit."

So, you dress so beautifully just for those fans?

During all the time they were together, Li Qinghe had never been seen dressed up so deliberately.

Feeling a little jealous, Jiang Jingxing sent the photo to her with a cold face.

WeChat on the phone kept popping up, and Li Qinghe looked at Jiang Jingxing, "Xia Zhi just asked me to forward her Weibo."

"Send it yourself." Jiang Jingxing took her phone, which had a password lock. He entered the password expertly, "Qinghe, you should change your password."

Li Qinghe got up from him, but before she could sit up, he pulled her down again.

"I feel uncomfortable lying like this." Li Qinghe said softly.

Jiang Jingxing returned her phone to her after she stood up. The picture was already uploaded to Weibo, so she edited a few words and sent it out.

Jiang Jingxing's phone kept vibrating. Li Qinghe took a look and yawned, "Then I'll go to sleep first."

Jiang Jingxing: “Yeah.”

The next day on set.

Xia Zhi held the phone with a headache, and looked at Li Qinghe sincerely, "Excuse me, can your Mr. Jiang be more low-key?"

Li Qinghe thought for a moment and said seriously, "Jiang Jingxing just took a photo of me."

She didn't think it was excessive.

Xia Zhi looked down at the comments. Okay, just taking a photo, netizens imagined a drama in their minds.

"Start shooting." Zhang Heng shouted to Li Qinghe.

This scene is a confrontation between three people. Meng Han was originally Zhang Heng's fiancée, but she was abandoned because of He Wanqiu's appearance. This scene is when she came to find Li Qinghe, but was discovered by Zhang Heng.

"He Wanqiu, come out to me!"

"Ka." Ning Congyuan frowned deeply, pursed his thin lips, and couldn't say a word.

Meng Han was out of character, "What's wrong?"

It was the assistant at the side who spoke up, somewhat awkwardly, "Um, can you cover up the marks on Li Qinghe's neck a little more?"

A bit conspicuous.

He glanced at Ning Congyuan worriedly. He seemed to be indifferent, and his hands were getting tighter and tighter.

"Okay, okay." Xia Zhi quickly asked the makeup artist to come forward.

The makeup artist also looked embarrassed and tried to cover the mark several times.

On the contrary, Zhang Heng was leisurely teasing at the side, "Tsk tsk tsk, these little days are so happy."

Meng Han glared at him unhappily, "You, a single guy, have no right to speak."