Chapter 717

Joe Nianzhi is very upset. If there is a cave in front of her, she will go in without hesitation.

She put away the hair dryer and quickly changed the topic: "well, I'll wipe the medicine for you."

Mu Yixuan stood up, stretched out his hand to dish his hair, lifted his eyelids and looked at her: "wipe what medicine."

Qiao Nianzhi pointed to his waist and explained, "Zhang Lin said you hit your waist when you were shooting in the afternoon."

"It's OK. Don't wipe it." Mu Yixuan thought of the bottle of safflower oil she had just stuffed. She could not help frowning at the thought of the taste.

"You check it first. If it's OK, you don't have to wipe it." Qiao Nianzhi said.

"I said nothing, nothing." Mu Yixuan turns and walks away.

Qiao Nianzhi took the hair dryer in one hand, quickly caught up with him and stopped him: "no, brother Zhao asked me to remember to wipe the medicine for you. You don't count. I can't make a conclusion until I have checked it."

Mu Yixuan looked down at her. He teased her for no reason. He said with a smile, "OK, I'll check you." With that, he stood there, arms open, eyes evil wanton smile looks ruffian bad.

Make Joe Nianzhi's face flushed and hot, that reaction is like expecting her not to.

Slowly, I felt provoked.

Struggling for a few seconds, Qiao Nianzhi straightened up.

If you don't mind, I don't mind.

She strode past, clutching him to add cotton home clothes to lift up.

Mu Yixuan really expected that Qiao Nianzhi didn't dare to smile so complacently. After she really rushed over and pulled up his clothes, the corner of her mouth suddenly became rigid.

fuck you!

Come on, really.

Qiao Nianzhi was a little embarrassed, but after seeing a bruise with purple blood spots on his back, he was only concerned about his injury and had no other beautiful thoughts.

"How did you hurt so much? It's so serious that you say it's OK. "

Mu Yixuan didn't care too much. He just felt a little pain when taking a bath, because he wasn't in his sight and didn't look in the mirror. He wasn't sure whether the injury was serious.

"I'll give you a massage with safflower oil, which can make the bruises disperse faster." Qiao Nianzhi has no matter whether he agrees or not, put the hair dryer on the table, picked up the safflower oil, "come here quickly."

Mu Yixuan walked over and caught a glimpse of the safflower oil in her hand. There was a burst of resistance in her heart.

Qiao Nianzhi unscrewed the cap of safflower oil bottle and saw Mu Yixuan standing beside the sofa. She urged: "get down."

Mu Yixuan lazily went to the center of the sofa, glanced at Qiao Nianzhi, he asked: "Oh, do you want to take off your clothes?" Then he made an action of getting ready to take off his clothes.

Qiao Nianzhi was shocked, and all the blood color rushed to her face. She was flustered to stop: "don't take it off!"

Mu Yixuan continued to tease her: "don't take it off? Are you sure? "

Qiao Nianzhi's ears were hot, and her heart was nervous and flustered. She swallowed her saliva. She was too embarrassed to look at him, but she said in a low voice: "no, just pull up the clothes."

"All right." Seeing that she was about to jump in shame and anger, the evil elements in Mu Yixuan's bones were restrained.

He lay down on the sofa and pulled his coat up to reveal the bruised part behind him.

The heat on Qiao Nianzhi's face faded a little. He walked up to him, sat on the tea table and poured some safflower oil into his palm.

She put the bottle on the table and rubbed her hands until the palms of her hands were hot.

Mu Yixuan is lying on the sofa, emptying his brain, thinking nothing. But when Joe Nianzhi's hand was on his waist, the touch was so strong that he couldn't help but shrink down.

Qiao Nianzhi thought that he hurt his wound. He quickly took his hand back and asked uneasily, "do you hurt me?"

Mu Yixuan relaxed his body, coughed awkwardly, and said, "it's OK, you go on."

It's just a complete body conditioning, because almost no opposite sex touches his body in this way. It's not disgusting or strange.

Qiao Nianzhi hesitated and stretched out his hand, left and right, a little unable to start, "I try to be light."

When she pressed her hand on her waist again, Mu Yixuan's body was still tense unconsciously, which was similar to entering a state of alert.

It took a while to relax.

The palms of her hands were getting hotter and hotter. Qiao Nianzhi added the gravity way little by little. He didn't shout pain when he was massaging in the place of congestion. She wasn't sure whether the strength was too heavy: "will the strength be too heavy?"

I didn't say a word even if it was so serious. If the assistant didn't tell her, he didn't plan to wipe some medicine?

Mu Yixuan slouched on the sofa and was tired.

He felt a burst of heat on his back. He didn't feel much pain, but felt very comfortable. He pressed his arm on his face and closed his eyes lazily: "you can continue."

Joe Nianzhi lowered his head and couldn't help swimming on his back.

Although he looks thin, his figure is actually very strong after he takes off his clothes. Although he only lifts a little clothes now, his back muscles alone are enough to show that he has a regular fitness.

As an actor, body and face are equally important, especially for the new generation of actors of his age.

Some people on the Internet say that Mu Yixuan doesn't have acting skills. He only depends on his face. Qiao Nianzhi agrees that he doesn't have acting skills, because he really doesn't have acting skills. But it is undeniable that he is very dedicated and knows how to respect the staff.

In fact, she was a little curious about why he became an actor.

At the beginning, she learned from Wei Ruohan that he was recommended to Nabei business school even though he had graduated from high school.

She thought he would work in finance.

"May I ask you a question?" She asked.

Mu Yixuan was already sleepy. Seeing that Qiao Nianzhi suddenly asked a question, he woke up again with a start. He didn't open his eyes. His tone seemed lazy: "what's the problem?"

Qiao Nianzhi picked up the safflower oil and went to his heart again. He rubbed his hands and asked, "why do you want to play in the entertainment circle?"

Mu Yixuan has been asked this question for countless times. Seeing Qiao Nianzhi, he suddenly asks. He opens his eyes, looks down on the tea table, and is silent for seconds: "if I say to kill time, do you believe it?"

"To tell you the truth, Qiao Nianzhi is really not good.

Mu Yixuan sat up, casually pulled her clothes, looked at her and said, "to tell you the truth, I don't believe it myself, but this is really my original intention in this field."

I don't want to take over mousse group, I don't want to face a lot of business trivia every day, and I don't want to look down and see his father's face.

I don't know if I'm old. In recent years, Mu Chengyan always talks about him, criticizes him, and often trains him as if he were not a parent-child.

At the beginning, he often suspected that he might have been picked up by his wife and husband from the main road.

Qiao Nianzhi screwed up the cover of safflower oil and said to him, "it may take more massage and medicine to be effective. If the siltation is not obvious tomorrow, I'll give you another massage in the evening."

"Well." Mu Yixuan casually perfunctory voice.

Seeing that he turned around and wanted to leave, Qiao Nianzhi had something to say, so he grabbed the clothes behind him: "that..."

Mu Yixuan was restrained by the force on his back. He looked back at her in confusion: "what else

Joe Nianzhi's ears were hot. He quickly loosened his clothes and looked at him seriously. His tone was still a little serious: "if you get hurt in shooting, you must tell me."

Mu Yixuan looked down at her for five seconds, and the tip of his brow picked: "good."

I can't see you're so nervous about me.

The young master thought.