Chapter 540 Sharing a Room
When the crowd saw Yan Su carrying An Jing on his back, they immediately started to boo and jeer from behind.
Quiet:"……"
This time, her relationship with Yan Su is probably impossible to clear up!
Eight words silently surfaced in my mind: "A lifetime of illustrious reputation, ruined by a single misstep."
"Brother Yan, let us take the equipment you're carrying. It's too heavy for you!" the cameraman said.
"Brother Shui, you're wrong. This isn't a burden for Brother Yan; it's a sweet weight!"
"Yes, yes, so sweet! Sister An, you still said you weren't boyfriend and girlfriend, but I caught you red-handed this time!"
Since things had come to this, An Jing pretended not to hear anything and simply buried her head in Yan Su's back, feigning death.
In the end, Yan Su and An Jing's belongings were divided among several people and taken away. Yan Su only carried An Jing on his back, and his steps were obviously much easier.
He bounced An Jing up a little, earning him a merciless slap in return: "What are you doing?"
Yan Su: "I'll reinforce it a bit, in case you fall."
"Stop making excuses and stop trying to justify your advantage. Be honest!"
Yan Su was confused, but as he walked, he felt a softness on his back and then realized what was happening.
He chuckled belatedly.
"Shameless!" Anjing grabbed his ear.
"It hurts, be gentle!" Yan Su pleaded loudly.
The two bickered and teased each other all the way, and by the time they reached the foot of the mountain, it was completely dark.
The area is remote, with no shops, let alone hotels, so the film crew rented several houses from the villagers.
The houses here are quite old and simple, but fortunately, many people go out to work every year, so many houses are empty and there are enough people to live in.
An Jing wasn't considered part of the film crew and couldn't get reimbursed, so she rented a house in the south of the village at her own expense.
She was paying for it herself, so of course she wanted to rent the best, but unfortunately the best houses here were just bigger yards and cleaner bedding; everything else was just as inconvenient.
Before they arrived, the village only had dry toilets and no place to take a bath. The film crew built a shed overnight, with a bucket on it, so they could pour in the boiled water and rinse themselves with a hose.
Anjing directed Yan Su to escort her into the house and sit her down on the bed: "Alright, you can leave now."
Yan Su was speechless: "You won't even give me a sip of water? How can you treat people like this?"
Anjing coughed lightly: "Didn't you get caught in the rain? Shouldn't you go back and change into some dry clothes?"
Yan Su nodded: "That makes sense. Then wait for me."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Anjing breathed a sigh of relief, but less than five minutes later, Yan Su returned, wearing a new set of clothes.
Anjing: "Why haven't you left yet?"
"Who's there?" Yan Su deliberately looked behind him. "Nobody's here?"
Anjing pointed at him and said, "I'm talking to you!"
"Where can I go? There's nowhere for me to stay at the film set."
Anjing's eyes widened: "What do you mean? You...you want to live in the same room as me?"
Yan Su exclaimed, "Why are you reacting so strongly? It's not like we've never slept together before."
Anjing: "...You're so shameless."
Yan Su chuckled: "That's right, I'm not just big-faced, want to give it a try?"
An Jing was utterly speechless. She rolled her eyes and said, "Test my ass, Yan Qimiao!"
Yan Su: "..."
His lifelong reputation was ruined in that year.
He seemed furious, and squatted down to take off Anjing's shoes.
Quiet:"?"
She pulled her foot back, flustered, and said, "What... are you doing?"
Yan Su chuckled: "What else can I do? Show you my feet."
Anjing breathed a sigh of relief.
Yan Su took off her shoes and socks, and saw that her left ankle was swollen and covered with a large bruise.
He held her foot and gently turned it: "Does it hurt?"
Anjing nodded quietly: "It hurts, but not too much."
"How about this?" Yan Su asked from a different angle.
"Damn it, Yan Su, you're trying to murder me!" An Jing winced in pain.
Yan Su sighed: "The bones aren't broken, but I estimate it will take a few days of applying medicine and resting before he can walk again."
Anjing said "Oh" and replied, "Anyway, I don't have anything to do, so it won't affect anything."
Yan Su nodded and released her foot: "I brought some medicine in my bag, I'll get it and apply it for you."
"Oh, thank you."
Yan Su took out the medicine and applied it to Anjing's ankle, but his thoughts were a little wandering.
Her skin was very fair, her toes were small and delicate, and her skin felt exceptionally smooth...
He knew she had great skin, but how could even her toes be so smooth...?
As he thought about it, he felt increasingly thirsty.
Seeing that he was becoming increasingly distracted, Anjing kicked him in frustration and said, "The medicine is all gone, and you're still performing some kind of ritual?"
Yan Su came to his senses and realized that the ointment on his hand had long since run out. He coughed lightly and said, "Massage it more, it will absorb faster."
Quietly, she saw through it but didn't say anything, and pulled her foot back.
Yan Su, his hands now empty, awkwardly stood up, looking left and right, searching for a topic to ask, "Are you hungry? I brought some instant food with me, I'll cook you something?"
Quietly and listlessly, she asked, "What fast food?"
"Instant noodles and snail rice noodles may not be very nutritious, but they're good for filling your stomach at night."
Luosifen (river snail rice noodles) was Anjing's favorite. Her eyes lit up, and unusually, she didn't refuse: "Go, get one."
With a knowing look, Yan Su smiled and said, "Alright, wait here."
Soon, a steaming bowl of snail rice noodles was placed on the small table, along with two duck feet.
Quietly rubbing his hands together, he saw Yan Su cook himself a packet of instant noodles.
She paused for a moment: "You don't eat snail rice noodles?"
Yan Su coughed lightly: "This is fine with me."
An Jing exclaimed as if she had discovered a new continent: "Do you think it smells bad?"
Yan Su firmly believed that if he said he didn't like it, An Jing would definitely try to force him to eat it. He immediately said, "I don't mind. I only bought one pack. If I eat it, you won't have any left. Or... do you want to share a bowl with me?"
Yan Su blinked deliberately.
Sure enough, Anjing quickly moved the snail rice noodles aside: "Dream on."
Yan Su narrowed his eyes: "Alright, I won't fight you for it. Look how scared you are."
He really couldn't stand the smell; just smelling it was his limit.
Next, Anjing didn't bother to speak, and kept sucking on the food even when her lips were red from the spiciness.
She ate while scrolling through her phone out of boredom.
Watching her eat, Yan Su felt that even his instant noodles tasted better.
He was about to make a joke when he saw An Jing slam down her chopsticks, stare at her phone, and angrily curse, "Zhao Ru, that green tea bitch!"
"What's wrong?"
"See for yourself!"
Yan Su took the phone, glanced at it, and finally understood why An Jing was so angry.
It turns out that half an hour ago, Zhao Ru posted a Weibo post with two stills from the scene he was filming with An Jing that morning.
The caption was simple: "President An truly lives up to his reputation as the big boss of a film and television company. He personally accompanies his own artists to the set, and even his driver has a superb acting skills, making a cameo appearance. Speaking of which, isn't it a waste of his talent to be such a handsome young man as a driver? President An's life is my dream. I'm a huge fan of President An, and I'm all for him! [muscles]"
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