Chapter 130： Mr. He, should I give you a thrush?

In the rest room, Wen Xi was a little irritated by Ixia's self-blame. She took a deep breath, held Yi Xia's hand, and said seriously, "Listen, this is just for acting and work. It is Qingyue playing with Sang, not Yi Xia playing Wenxi, understand? You don't need to. Blame yourself."

Isha still has a red nose, "But I..."

"Well, if you think you still blame yourself, do something for me."

Hearing that there is a way to compensate, Ixia's little chicken nodded like a peck, "You say you say, I will definitely agree."

The corner of Wen Xi's mouth curled up, "I will go to the night market with me after the play today. I want to buy a la carte and go back to the hotel. But if you are still here now, you won't be able to play on time today, so..."

"I'm going to make a movie right away, and I will definitely pass all the scenes this time."

With a sense of mission, Yi Xia was several times more active than usual, turned and walked out.

Wen Xi slowly exhaled, and the roots of his ears were finally clear.

Suddenly, behind came the sound of the door being pushed open, and she was a little bit dumbfounded, "Yixia, you..."

The words stopped abruptly at the second when his eyes caught He Yan's handsome face, leaving only surprise.

She hurriedly got up, "Mr. He, why are you here, here?"

For her, his emergence was too sudden and unexpected.

After reacting, the first thing she did was to walk quickly towards him.

When the man saw her coming, he couldn't help but pull the corner of his mouth at that moment. Although it was very shallow, it brightened the room.

Clinker, Wen Xi did not stop in front of him, but directly passed him and locked the door.

He Yan frowned slightly, "Why did you lock the door?"

"There are many people here who are mixed up with right and wrong. Although it may be that I think too much, but I don't want to take a risk, and I don't want you to become a tool for others to fabricate right and wrong.

When the words fell, her eyes swept around, and finally landed on the side door, "Mr. He, you can go out through this door. Now everyone is working on the set. This road leads straight out, and there is no one."

She stepped to open the door, her wrists tightened suddenly, and the person was taken to his shoulder.

Turning his head and looking up, he ran into his deep blue eyes.

He smiled slightly, suddenly sighed, gently pinched her chin and turned around, bending over and staring at her cheek carefully.

In this low sigh, Wen Xi heard helplessness and a certain meaningful emotion.

"You, don't know how to feel sorry for yourself at all." He said in a low voice.

The fingers stroked her slightly swollen face, "Does it hurt? To be honest."

Wen Xi covered his eyes with a guilty conscience, "It's a bit, it hurts."

The nose was suddenly scratched by him, "Remember when it hurts to avoid being stupid next time."

Wen Xi scratched his eyes embarrassedly and said, "Have you seen it all?"

He Yanshun took her hand and pulled her to the dressing table to sit down. He looked for the medicine bag next to him, took out the ointment and twisted the lid.

"Muganai wants to see your performance on the spot."

Wen Xi's eyes lit up, "Mr Mu is here too?"

He Yan's eyes dizzy and a faint smile, "Is he so happy here?"

Wen Xi scratched his neck and laughed.

"He said he would sign you, congratulations."

"Really." Wen Xi was sincerely happy, smiling like a child, "Then it's worth slapping my face."

He Yan's eyes sank slightly, "In the future, you are not allowed to sacrifice yourself to make up for the opponent's shortcomings. She is really unable to perform well, so naturally someone else will replace her."

Wen Xi blinked and asked him, "She is my good friend, and good friends must help each other. If it were you, would you help your good friend?"

He Yan frowned, "You're a poor mouth."

While talking, her cheeks were also coated with medicine.

Wen Xi smiled and did not speak, but suddenly thought of something, turned around and took out a disposable black mask from his bag and put it on He Yan.

"Huh?" He Yan looked at her, waiting for an explanation.

"In this way, no one will see you and avoid getting involved in inexplicable truths."

He Yan curled his eyebrows slightly, "You want to cover up, the more you want to cover up, the easier it is to attract attention."

Wen Xi got up, opened the side door and took a look, "I don't care, anyway, I feel safer like this, Mr. He, come here, no one is outside."

He Yan didn't get up, and even leaned back leisurely on the back of the chair, with his head resting on his hands, and the eyes on the mask were idle and fearless.

It's almost impossible to shake his feet.

Seeing that he was about to take off the mask, Wen Xi hurriedly walked over, grabbing his hand without thinking too much, "Can't take it off."

The hand was suddenly held back, and the corner of He Yan's eyes lightly raised, "Okay, don't take it."

Staring at each other, Wen Xi suddenly heard him ask, "Really forget about that night?"

Wen Xi moved manually, retracting his hand in a panic, and turned his back to him, "Well, I can't drink enough, basically it's broken."

While talking, she unconsciously opened a bottle of water and took two sips to extinguish the flames in her heart.

What happened that night that He Yan asked twice?

Seeing his eyes, she could be sure that something unusual had happened, and she subconsciously didn't want to face it.

Intuition, after facing it, certain things, or relationships, will change.

"I'll go to the airport in a while, at most ten minutes away."

Hearing this, Wen Xi turned around slowly, "Then, just sit for a while."

As soon as she finished speaking, she wanted to bite off her tongue.

He Yan nodded, "Okay."

When the words fell, he picked up a pen on the table at will, "Like painting?"

Wen Xi couldn't help laughing, "No, this is for eyebrow pencils and eyebrows."

She walked over and took the eyebrow pencil from his hand, opened it, and spun out the black pen core.

He Yan's soft eyes focused on her eyebrows.

After a short silence, Wen Xi asked him with bright eyes, "Mr. He, should I draw your eyebrows?"

He Yan's eyebrows actually don't need to be drawn at all, but she just wants to see what he looks like after drawing his eyebrows.

He Yan kept silent, slowly closing his eyes, resting his head on the chair, and playing with her.

Wen Xi became more playful, gently pressed his head with his hand, lowered his head and started drawing shapes for him.

For fear of painting too deep, her effort is very light.

He was so focused that he didn't find his hair swept over He Yan's ear.

He opened his eyes, and in the blink of an eye, all he saw were the girl's focused brows and pink lips.

A light breath fluttered on his forehead, he forgot to blink and just watched her seriously.

A few minutes later, Wen Xi collected the pen and pushed the chair toward the makeup mirror. "Look, isn't it beautiful? The male actors in our group have drawn these eyebrows. They are very energetic and beautiful."

Although He Yan didn't distinguish the difference between his eyebrows and just now, he nodded, "It's really good-looking."

As soon as the voice fell, the mobile phone received Mugane's message and asked him to go out.

"I should be going."

Wen Xi smiled slightly, nodded, and took the initiative to open the side door.

He Yan walked to the main door leisurely, unscrewed the handle, glanced back at her anxious face, smiled slightly, and walked out.

The moment he walked out, a staff member just came in and looked back as he walked. He couldn't help but ask Wen Xi, "Who is he? Looks so handsome from the back, it seems that what kind of big name is. Whose class are you visiting?"

Wen Xi was in a hurry and smiled, "You are mistaken, he is my agent."

"Yes, you have an agent."

Wen Xi smiled dryly.