Chapter 266

Ye Qingxin felt a little itchy in her stomach, and she also felt that she was scratching. The feeling was dreamy and unreal. Later, she realized that a hand was rubbing on her belly. It felt cool and rough.

The itching on her belly gradually faded, but the feeling of rubbing her belly with that hand became clearer and more real.

She opened her sleepy eyes. There was only a wall lamp on in the room. The light was dim and warm. The man sat on the edge of the bed with his head down, his eyebrows slightly frowning, and his patience revealed a trace of heartache.

His hair is not as shapely as it was in the daytime, and the broken hair is soft in front of his forehead, which makes his deep and serious facial features more sunny.

Ye Qingxin looked at him so quietly, and his heart was full of emotion and touch.

About to be aware of her eyes, jingboyuan looked over, voice low but soft, "still itching?"

Ye Qingxin shakes his head gently.

Silent for a moment, she called him: "Boyuan."

He took another look and gave a gentle "MMM".

She said, "it's nice to have you around."

Jing Boyuan chuckled at her silly words.

After smearing, he pulled down her pajamas, covered the quilt for her, sent the olive oil bottle back to the bathroom, cleaned the greasy oil on her fingers, quickly and gracefully wiped the water on her hands with a towel, turned off the wall lamp, went to bed and hugged Ye Qingxin's soft body.

Ye Qingxin turns over, his back is close to his chest, this posture makes her feel warm.

Jing Boyuan opened his eyes for a moment and slowly closed his deep eyes.

In front of his eyes, ye Qingxin wiped his feet again. At that moment, the girl seemed to shine under his eyes. He bowed his head and kissed the girl's hair.

The day is ordinary and warm. It's another weekend.

At 3 p.m. on Saturday, the public service drama starring Ye Qingguo premiered.

Jing Boyuan happens to have nothing to do, accompanying Ye Qingxin to Dongcheng District Cultural Center.

On the way, in the black casserole.

Ye Qingxin suddenly remembers that jingboyuan has no e-ticket, "will the ticket checker not let you in later? Or I'll ask the head teacher of a small country to send you one. "

She took out her cell phone and called Ye Qingguo's head teacher.

After listening to her, the other side expressed some embarrassment that there were no tickets left.

After hanging up the phone, ye Qingxin is a little surprised. She didn't expect so many people to watch Xiaoguo's drama. She thought that... It would be a situation of empty seats at that time. Although Ye Qingguo may not know what the situation of empty seats means and won't be sad, ye Qingxin still thinks of a way to comfort him.

Now it seems that we don't have to.

Ye Qingxin looked at jingboyuan with regret and said with a smile, "I didn't expect that Xiaoguo's plays are so popular. It seems that Mr. Jing has no chance to watch them."

Jing Boyuan's eyes focused on the road conditions. Wen Yan laughed and released his right hand to hold Ye Qingxin's hand. He clasped tightly with her and said, "don't worry."

Half an hour later, the black Cayenne stopped in the parking lot of the cultural center.

Ye Qingxin unties the safety belt, opens the door and gets off with jingboyuan.

Jingboyuan gets out of the car and makes a phone call with his mobile phone. There is a strong wind in the air, which disperses his voice. The volume of jingboyuan's phone conversation is not high, and ye Qingxin doesn't hear what he says clearly.

When he received the mobile phone, she came to him, looked up at him and said, "you wait for me in the car, or you can go to other places. If you have something else, you can do it. I'll call you when the play is over."

Jing Boyuan didn't respond to her. He reached for her and took her to the gate of the cultural center.

The greening of the cultural center is very good. The green belt of the parking lot is planted with a row of flower trees whose leaves can't be named. At this time, the trees are full of bright red flowers. With the spring breeze blowing, the petals flutter down, like a beautiful petal rain, and the ground is paved with a layer of soft and pink carpet.

"You don't have to send me. I'll go by myself." Ye Qingxin reaches out to take a petal from jingboyuan's shoulder, with a smile in his voice.

Jingboyuan put his right hand around Ye Qingxin's shoulder, and his left hand was not light or heavy. He held her left hand and said with a smile: "my brother-in-law's premiere, how can I not be present."

Just listen to this, there is a sense of ridicule in it.

Ye Qingxin looks up at the man's serious face, but there is no trace of joking on his face.

He's serious.

My brother-in-law

These three words, from jingboyuan's mouth, are used in Ye Qingguo, and ye Qingguo's heart is filled with an inexplicable emotion.

She leaned against the man's generous and strong arms with a smile.

He was wearing the windbreaker that she had chosen for him yesterday, which made the tall man more tall and straight. His features were deep and introverted under his spotless short hair, which made him mature and steady.

As they entered the gate of the cultural center, a middle-aged man who looked very literary and artistic welcomed them and shook hands with jingboyuan.

Jing Boyuan exchanged greetings with him calmly.

He didn't deliberately put up his boss's airs, but the authority of the superior was invisible between his words and deeds. The middle-aged man who looked older than him seemed a little more restrained.

From their conversation, ye Qingxin knows that the middle-aged man is the director of the cultural center.

In the end, ye Qingxin's tickets were not checked. The curator led them directly into the Theater Hall and arranged for them to sit in the middle of the first row.

Ye Qingxin has a firm heart and understands the difference between a handful of rich and powerful people and ordinary people.

The curator looked at his watch and said politely to Jing Boyuan and ye, "Mr. and Mrs. Jing are here for a moment. The play will start in less than 15 minutes. I have something else to deal with. Excuse me first."

Ye Qingxin stands beside jingboyuan with a decent smile.

Jingboyuan finally shook hands with the curator, said two words, and the curator left.

Watching the curator disappear at the entrance of the performance hall, ye Qingxin sweeps the whole audience when she takes back her eyes.

Near the opening, there were many people in the audience, but they were not full.

There is still a lot of space in the first row, which may be reserved specially. As for the purpose, it is reserved for some important people.

Ye Qingxin sits down and opens his mouth to say something to Jing Boyuan. A familiar voice beside him says, "Xinxin, what a coincidence, do you come to see the drama?"

It's song Xianyu's voice.

Ye Qingxin turns his head and looks over. Song Xianyu is wearing a long skirt of champagne color, with long hair curled slightly, hanging on his shoulders and a smile on his lips. The pear vortex is very delicate, small and deep. It seems that it is filled with liquor, which makes people feel drunk at a glance.

Song Xianyu's beauty is the exquisite beauty.

She leads Ji Linyuan to come over and sits down beside Ye Qingxin. The curator who just accompanied jingboyuan is now following Ji Linyuan.

"Are you also interested in public service drama?" Ye Qingxin asked song Xianyu with a smile.

Song Xianyu said: "some of the little girls rescued by the stupid girl rescue foundation have appeared. I'll accompany Linyuan to see them."

Ye Qingxin takes a look at Ji Linyuan. Ji Linyuan shakes hands with the curator calmly. He seems to be the same kind of man as Jing Boyuan, but he is also different.

Jing Boyuan's eyes, deep in a serious, and Ji Linyuan, that pair of deep eyes, always seems to have no ground to show a bit cruel color and cool thin.

Such a man, ye Qingxin is really difficult to connect him with kindness.

Businessmen do charity, often in order to improve their social status and enhance the image of the enterprise they represent, so as to bring more value to themselves and the enterprise, and even some people directly embezzle money.

In the final analysis, it is still a word of "profit".

Ji Linyuan, in the name of Vincin group, founded the "stupid girl rescue foundation", which has been doing charity. Every year, Vincin invests five figures in the foundation.

It's just that outsiders don't know what the original intention is.

Ye Qingxin remembers the rumors he heard in the bathroom on Vincin's charity night last time. It's said that he did charity for his ex fiancee who hurt her brain in the car accident. Song Xianyu explains that it's not for his twin sister, who was not very smart when he was born.

"As for you, I can't see that you are still interested in dialogue drama." Song Xianyu smiles and takes an elbow to pick up Xia Ye's loving arm.

Ye Qingxin took back his mind, looked at Song Xianyu and said with a smile, "my brother has also participated in the performance."

Song Xianyu: "so coincidentally, what role does your brother play?"

Ye Qingxin: "nono."

Nono is the hero of the play.

Song Xianyu was surprised and said, "no? Is that handsome and crystal clear retarded young man your brother

Ye Qingxin nodded, immediately felt wrong, "have you seen my brother?"

Song Xianyu looked at her strangely, "there is a poster of the drama at the door, don't you see it?"

Ye Qingxin: "she really didn't see it.

"Your brother..." Song Xianyu had some desire to talk and stopped.

Ye Qingxin understood what she didn't say and said with a smile: "he had a disease when he was a child."

Speaking, the audience gradually full, ye Qingxin inadvertently back to see the dense head, once again secretly surprised.

There are so many people.

All of a sudden, the lights went dark.

The original noisy performance hall was instantly quiet.

Slowly, the curtain went out on both sides.

On the stage, a bunch of spotlights suddenly lit up, and it was dark all around. In the spotlight, a young man stood in front of the bar with his head down, holding a coffee cup in his hand and gently wiping it. His facial features were beautiful, with some unusual bravery. His hair was short and broken, and the light illuminated his face clearly.

For a moment, he raised his eyelids and looked down the stage.

That pair of eyes, clear and pure, let his whole person look, as if he is not the immortal of the world fireworks, not contaminated with common dust impurities.

Ye Qingxin clearly heard the surprise and exclamation from behind.