"Let me see, let me see!"

After Yun Shuqian kissed Song Jiamu, she hurried to Yuan Caiyi to watch the surveillance replay.

Her face was still flushed, and her heartbeat was pounding uncontrollably. At that moment, she didn't know if her brain had a short-circuit. When she was putting her feet up, as the two people's faces came closer, she actually

I couldn’t help but kiss Song Zhu’s head!

If Caiyi saw or photographed this, wouldn't the reserved girl be so embarrassed?

She, she didn't want to kiss him! She just kept thinking that he kissed her in the morning, so it wouldn't be too much for her to kiss him back!

"It's really good, it's really good."

Yuan Caiyi praised her and turned on the playback to show Yun Shuqian the scene she had just taken.

Fortunately, the picture only captured her padded feet, and Song Jiamu's natural and appropriate "shocked out of the rose" gesture. From the audience's point of view, everyone definitely thought that these two guys were kissing, and it was a kiss.

Mouth.

"Qianqian, didn't you really kiss me? Did he come into your boss's mouth?"

"How, how is it possible!"

"...Your face looks so red."

"It's because Caiyi said something strange!"

"No, I just told you to pout, and your face is so red. If you really pout, wouldn't you faint from embarrassment?"

"Don't talk nonsense."

Song Jiamu was still standing there. He couldn't help but bring up an intriguing smile, and he stretched out his fingers to gently touch the side of his face that she had just kissed.

It's a pity that he didn't feel it properly, but the fact that Yun Shuqian took the initiative to kiss him was enough to make him happy for a long time.

Song Jiamu swore that Yun Shuqian's mouth was really soft, as delicate as the petals peeled from the bud.

He thought about it for a long time before walking towards the two girls.

Yun Shuqian seemed not to notice him, but in fact she kept peeking at him from the corner of her eye.

Seeing him coming, she raised her eyes and stared at him. Song Jiamu understood the meaning of the encrypted call: If you dare to mention what happened just now, you will be dead!

Song Jiamu didn't dare to talk nonsense.

The three of them sat down on the grass together.

Yuan Caiyi held the camera and watched the playback of today's footage. Yun Shuqian sat next to her and leaned her head to watch together.

Song Jiamu also wanted to watch, but he didn't dare to sit next to Yuan Caiyi, so he had to sit down next to Yun Shuqian, and glanced at the playback screen on the monitor from a distance through Yun Shuqian.

After watching it, he simply stopped watching the replay and looked openly at the profile of the girl next to him.

Yun's sparse hair was tucked behind her ears, and her fair and tender profile was revealed in front of Song Jiamu's eyes. The soft hair beside her ears, her small and delicate ears, her face with a little baby fat, and her skin so delicate that it was almost invisible.

Doesn't have any pores.

There was nothing else to play with, so Song Jiamu secretly held her hand.

No matter how many times I hold the girl's hand, it is always soft and playful.

Yun Shuqian felt shy and became a little nervous. She didn't look at him. She turned sideways and watched the replay with Yuan Caiyi. Seeing that Yuan Caiyi didn't notice her and Song Jiamu's little moves, she let Song Jiamu play with her.

little hands.

“Perfect! I didn’t expect it to be done in one day!”

"This should be the credit of the actor, right?"

"Of course it's the director's credit!"

Yuan Caiyi and Yun Shuqian were very satisfied with the captured materials. The next step was the editing work, which was left to Yuan Caiyi himself.

“It feels like it’s still missing a cover.”

"What kind of cover do you want?"

"Feeling."

"..."

Yun Shuqian thought for a moment and was about to take out his cell phone, but it was on the other side, and the hand on the other side was being held by Song Jiamu, hiding it in the gap between the two of them and playing with it.

As the lowest-ranking actor in the crew, Song Jiamu has no interest in participating in the discussion. Is it more interesting to discuss the movie than secretly playing with the assistant director's little hand?

Yun Shuqian calmly took out her hand and stopped letting him play with it, so Song Jiamu casually pulled out a piece of grass and played with it.

It's almost six o'clock, the hot sunshine during the day has become milder, and the summer sun sets later than before. Someone is playing football over there. Song Jiamu will be attracted by the ball, and occasionally he will be jumped on the grass.

The little grasshopper getting up attracts attention.

The girl is wearing a skirt today, but girls seem to have an innate talent in how to ensure that they are not exposed.

If she usually wears pants, Yun Shuqian will sit with her legs bent like Song Jiamu, but wearing a skirt in this position is inconvenient. Her knees are naturally close together, and her legs are placed sideways towards Yuan Caiyi.

, the soft floral skirt lightly covered her legs, leaving only a section of her white and tender calves exposed.

The little grasshopper didn't seem to be a serious grasshopper. It jumped onto the girl's white shoes, and then jumped onto the girl's white and tender calves. Before Yun Shuqian felt itchy, Song Jiamu, who was so jealous, jumped on his fingers.

The little grasshopper bounced away and reached out to touch her calf gently.

Yun Shuqian turned her head and glared at him.

"Don't get me wrong...a grasshopper just jumped on your leg."

Song Jiamu quickly explained, but unfortunately Yun Shuqian didn't believe him, so she retracted her legs more reservedly, not giving this gangster any chance to take advantage of her legs.

"Caiyi, what do you think of this photo?"

Yun Shuqian opened the photo album on her mobile phone and showed the photo to Yuan Caiyi. It was the photo that the photographer captured last time when she and Song Jiamu were at Faxi Temple.

On both sides of the photo are yellow walls and black tiles. Under their feet is a bluestone road. In the distance are the steps leading up to the sky. Silk red ribbons are hung under the shade of the trees. The sky is blue and clear in early summer. He and she are walking among them.

, laughing and eating popsicles and playing around, the photo shows the two people's backs, but at this moment both parties turned their heads to look at each other in tacit understanding, leaving only the smiling faces of each other.

"Wow! Was this taken last time you went to West Lake? It's very beautiful!"

Yuan Caiyi took Yun Shuqian's mobile phone and looked at the photo carefully. It perfectly met her requirements for the cover.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Well, it was taken at Faxi Temple."

"I knew you two had been having an affair for a long time..." Yuan Caiyi leaned into Yun Shuqian's ear and whispered with a smile.

"Pose for a photo! Pose for a photo!"

"But the expressions and movements are so natural, I would believe it if it was taken secretly..."

The two girls spoke in a low voice, and Song Jiamu couldn't hear the others clearly, but he could hear them clearly when they were secretly filming, and thought they were talking about him, so Song Jiamu put the phone away calmly. He was secretly filming Yun Shuqian just now.

legs, because he felt that the combination of the girl's white calves, soft floral skirt, pure white shoes, and background elements of the grass gave a very youthful and sweet flavor.

"Okay, I'm going back to the dormitory. Our dormitory is going to have a buffet together tonight. Qianqian, will you go too?"

"I'm not going."

Yun Shuqian shook his head, "Are you going to eat at the buffet again? Can you get your money back?"

"Come on, let's go sing after dinner, and invite Song Jiamu to join us, so you can always go."

"I don't want it, I haven't coded yet today."

Yun Shuqian refused to leave, so Yuan Caiyi patted the grass clippings on his butt and went back to the dormitory.

She and Song Jiamu were the only two people left on the grass.

Seeing Yuan Caiyi leave, Song Jiamu walked over to her and sat down next to her. The two of them watched the sunset on the campus comfortably.

Song Jiamu didn't say anything and reached out to grab her little hand in her arms.

Yun Shuqian refused to let him fish it out, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, she slapped it away with her small palm.

But this guy was getting bolder and bolder. Even when she was still patting him, he still firmly grasped one of her little hands, gently pulled the little hand into his arms, and touched it gently.

Touching and pinching, with a smile on his lips, he didn't say anything, just stared at her.

The sunset reflected on Yun Shuqian's face, and she boldly turned back to look at him.

"Why are you looking at me?"

"What I want to say is that if you want to kiss me, you can tell me directly and I can let you kiss me at any time. You don't have to be secretive." Song Jiamu said, and at the same time, he brought his face closer, as if "You can kiss me if you want."

My dear, generous look.

It was a good thing he didn't mention it. Yun Shuqian was a little embarrassed and stretched out her hand to pinch his cheek.

"Hiss! It hurts, it hurts!"

"Classmate Song Jiamu, please understand the situation. It was obviously you who secretly kissed me first! It's up to me to say this. If you want to kiss me, you can tell me directly. I can always..."

Only halfway through speaking, Yun Shuqian felt that he had been tricked, and immediately changed his words: "I can punch you to death at any time!"

After saying that, she made a special gesture with her fist as big as a clay pot, looking fierce.

Unfortunately, I don’t know since when, Yun Shuqian found that Song Jiamu was less and less afraid of her. She was obviously very fierce, but he seemed to be looking at a little baby who was putting on airs. He made Yun Shuqian feel...
To be continued...