After filming something, Qin Huo didn't look at anything. He just sat in the studio and thought about it at a loss. After taking the scene of interacting with Tao Yi, Harami changed into a set of casual clothes and met the female models.

In the same frame, a dozen cool, modern, tall beauties, dressed up in exquisite costumes, could not overpower him. Instead, they were hugged by him, creating an extremely gorgeous and luxurious atmosphere.

After the actors finished shooting the indoor scenes, they transitioned to the outdoor scenes. Wuyang Wuyang and a group of people packed up, changed clothes, and put on makeup to leave. Gao De personally came to invite Qin Huo to go with him. Qin Huo sat stiffly on the recliner, the soft back of the chair seemed to

It became a decoration: "You go ahead, I'll sit here for a while."

What's wrong! Gao De was simply baffled. Although the studio was beautifully set up and the location was good, it was completely empty, so where was there to sit? Qin Huo's face didn't look good either. His hair was turning green and white, and he was sweating profusely.

It looked like he was sick, which made him feel a little worried: "Are you okay? Are you not feeling well?"

Qin Huo was extremely embarrassed, anxious and afraid of being noticed, so he could only pull a blanket from the side to cover his legs, covering the area from his waist to his knees. He waved his hand, and now he just wanted to tell Gao De

He was driven away, so he had to pretend to be weak and said: "I just caught a cold, you go, I will go back by myself after resting."

"What's wrong?" Harae came out from the backcourt, took off his makeup and put on ordinary clothes. He looked relaxed, holding a towel to his side and wiping his hair that got wet when washing his face. He took off the foundation on his skin and looked at it under the sunlight.

It was as transparent as a piece of mutton-fat jade, which made Qin Huo's eyes dim.

Harami walked over and was startled when he saw Qin Huo's red face. He quickly threw away the towel and put his fingers on the other person's forehead to test the temperature. Qin Huo smelled the familiar scent on his body and was so nervous that even the instep of his feet tensed up.

, but his eyes couldn't help but follow his fingers. The original fingers were white and slender, and the joints were thin and slightly convex, but not obvious. The nails were round and refreshing, and they were trimmed just right. A section of the nail cover near the tip was slightly pink.

The petals came out like that, giving this elegant and powerful palm a soft and tender aura out of thin air.

Qin Huo remembered that his hands were always hot, but probably because they had just touched the water, they seemed very cold today. His thin fingers were like a few strands of soft ice, touching his hot skin with a silky touch.

The skin felt like an unprepared prank in winter. Qin Huo trembled all over, but where they met, under the coolness, there was a more intense heat.

He was burning so much that he was about to melt.

When Harami felt the new sweat on his forehead, he became really anxious and frowned: "Do you have a fever?"

"...No." Qin Huo looked at him blankly, letting his hands touch his cheeks and neck, and then they left. He wanted to grab Yuan Shang's hand, but reason told him

This is wrong, strange, and dangerous. After a brief period of coldness, the increasingly fierce fire burned his mind to a mess. Qin Huo couldn't even realize what Yuan Shang said for a while, so he only replied subconsciously, "

……No no."

"Not yet!" His eyes were straightened! He couldn't speak clearly, and he looked obviously confused! Yuan Shang was speechless. He knew that Qin Huo worked hard, and he didn't talk about what Assistant Mu said about the other person's busy working days.

The stories of sleeping with water and taking injections while holding video conferences, and just the other person's rigid and regular behavior after living together made him lament countless times why there are people who live such a boring life in the world. It was okay when they were not familiar with each other before.

Now they were considered good friends. Seeing Qin Huo not taking his own body seriously, Yuan Shang became very angry.

In this life, isn't what people want to be comfortable and happy? He may live as long as a hundred years, but his life is as short as before, and he died within a few decades. No matter whether he has money or not, he makes himself depressed all day long.

What's the point of being drowsy? Poor people still know how to balance work and rest. I'm afraid Qin Huo's life is not as good as that of some employees working at the bottom of his group.

Yuan Shang touched his pocket and remembered that his phone was with Sun Hanqing. He slapped him with a straight face and said: "Where is the phone?"

Qin Huo has never been afraid of anyone in his life. When he was a child, he always maintained a scornful attitude toward his parents that was different from normal children. However, after being brutally beaten by Yuan Shang, he couldn't get any temper out of his mind. He only subconsciously took out something from his coat pocket.

Hand over the phone.

At this moment, Harakami concluded that he was sick, and he took it directly without being polite: "What's the password?"

Qin Huo saw his slender fingers sliding on the screen of his mobile phone, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with the other person's natural posture. He glanced sideways at Gaode. After Gaode rolled his eyes and left, he answered obediently: "

1234."

This password was unexpectedly innocent. Harakami opened his address book and contacted Assistant Mu. Assistant Mu was outside the set. When he heard the news about Qin Huo's illness, he was shocked and rushed over. He immediately pretended to take Qin Huo to the hospital.
Chapter completed!