The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

Standing where he was, Shen Sibai smiled.

He was a little doting and a little helpless, but at the same time, he was like a hunter who had his eyes fixed on a delicious prey. His gaze was extremely deep.

Thus, Shen Sibai followed behind Contagion at a moderate pace.

His gaze had always been on women.

His expression was calm, but they were all men.

Following the director, he could see in the camera that Shen Sibai was determined to get infectious.

In the camera, Shen Sibai was really moved.

Following the filming director was a little too much...

Was the real Shen Sibai really moved by Contagion again?

*

"Ah! Shen is going to treat us to supper?"

"It's so late, I'm really hungry!"

...

"It seems like we didn't eat dinner, right?"

Only then did everyone remember that they had forgotten about dinner because of the commotion on Weibo.

Now, Shen Sibai was going to treat them to dinner like it was a timely rain. Of course, he was worshipped by the crew.

Shen Sibai said, "I know a hotel that's pretty good. I'll bring you guys to try it."

As he said this, his gaze fell on Xia Ling.

From the beginning, when he looked at the woman's pale hands, he would press them on her stomach.

When he was investigating Contagion, Shen Sibai remembered it. Because of the high-intensity filming, her stomach became bad. If she ate irregularly, it would cause her stomach to hurt.

*

Although he had not returned to the capital for many years, the hotels that were more upscale did not change much.

With a dozen or so people from the production crew, Shen Sibai leisurely took a large private room.

When ordering, he even specially ordered a pot of seafood congee.

With the crew separating them, there was some distance between Shen Sibai and Xia Ling.

Because there was a filming mission tomorrow, no one dared to drink.

When the seafood congee was served, Shen Sibai very naturally moved the seafood congee to Xia Ling.

In the private room, the atmosphere suddenly became somewhat silent.

Wang Jing helped Xia Ling get some congee.

Looking at the woman's low eyelashes, a somewhat pale face was gradually restored with the color of blood.

Everyone is a little bit enlightened, but dare not say.

In the private room, a certain best actor and a certain movie queen, this atmosphere is really some warm.

* Oh, yeah

No matter what others think, the warm seafood congee fell into Xia Ling's stomach pouch, her faint pain felt much better.

A smile of gratitude towards Shen Sibai.

Xia Ling herself did not know that there were stomach problems in her infected body.

"Everyone, eat slowly. I have something to do. I'll be right back." Shen Sibai glanced at her and stood up with his phone, as if someone was looking for him.

On the other side, after Shen Sibai had gone for a while, Xia Ling's phone rang.

Shen Sibai: [ come out for a moment. ]

"I'm going to the bathroom." Xia Ling stood up and said in a low voice.

She took her handbag and left the table.

After leaving the private room, she looked left and right. However, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by a man.

Shen Sibai: "Follow me."

He brought her to the rooftop on the top floor.

Shen Sibai turned around and hugged her in his arms.

"Does your stomach feel better?"

His chin pressed against the tip of her head. His voice was low and restrained his gentleness.

"I feel much better after eating the congee!"

Xia Ling leaned in his arms and felt the vibration in his chest when he spoke.

Nestled in Shen Sibai's arms, his gentleness and care made her feel a little shaken.

Feeling some prying eyes from afar, Xia Ling instructed Hai Hai to get rid of the paparazzi.

Xia Ling looked up at Shen Sibai.