"When did you learn to make milk tea, don't burn the pot at that time."

Yu Xian joked him with a smile.

"Don't worry, I have tried it several times at home. I also made it for my mother, and she said that the taste was the same as I bought outside."

Looking at Yu Xian's appearance with Kong Mingyu, Shen Mang narrowed his eyes slightly, and his heart was a little irritable.

Since entering the RV, Yu Xian subconsciously avoided his eyes and greeted him perfunctoryly and never talked to him again. Even if he was sitting opposite him, he felt that the other party was far away from himself.

Shen Mang knew in his heart that all this was his fault. He exposed his paranoia prematurely, scared Yu Xian.

The other person is slowly swallowing like a snail. Once you perceive any danger, you will shrink his head back to the shell and look at it for four weeks.

He couldn't scare this sensitive, fragile little snail, and slowly pry open his hard shell.

The place where they camped this time was a vast grassland. The scenery along the way is extremely beautiful, the white clouds are low, and the lush clouds can be seen in the distance.

The green grassland is endless, and from time to time, there are leisurely horses and cows eating grass for walking.

On the camping hillside, the director group had already set up the camera. The next step is to cooperate with a tent.

"Teacher Yu, who do you want to sleep tonight?"

Lan Qi came down from another red RV and couldn't wait to run in front of Yu Xian. He didn't see Yu Xian for a few days, and he didn't sit in the same RV with him, thinking that he thought tightly.

The main thing is that his RV is also He Fengqiao and Shang Day. When the two people talked, they were holding a gun and a stick, and from time to time, they had to irony each other. He was sandwiched in the middle and was in a dilemma. He was sitting in the car felt in the RV. Now he got out of the car and saw the teacher who had a good temper. It's right.

"Don’t you live with me the same tent?"

"Lan Qi, you can sleep with whom you want to sleep tonight, you have to make a lottery decision."

Shen Mang took a bundle of rope and walked down from the hillside.

Yu Xian saw him and took a step back subconsciously.

"Idol, what happened to your face?" Lan Qi noticed the scars in the corner of Shen Mang's eyes, and immediately had distress on his face, and carefully gathered.

"The floor of the bathroom is too slippery, and I accidentally hit it when I take a bath."

Shen Mang made a reason to make a reason.

"This is too serious. Fortunately, if you don't hurt your eyes, it will be over if you affect your vision."

Lan Qi almost wanted to touch it, but suddenly realized that Yu Xian was still standing behind him. Thinking of the relationship between the two people, he quickly retracted his hand and glanced at Yu Xian with a smile.

"Teacher Yu, don't you care about idols?"

His panda eyes are me, what can I care about?

Yu Xian was a little helpless. Lan Qi didn't understand anything. In his eyes, Shen Mang was still the talented singer who had no talented fireworks, and there were no perfect idols with no black spots. He naturally can't understand his mood at this moment.

I was afraid that this little fool thought about it. Yu Xian had to make care and glanced at Shen Mang.

"Do you still hurt this injury? Do you want to apply it?"

He had just walked over the field, but he did not expect Shen Mang to climb up the pole.

"It was too heavy that day. I am uncomfortable now. Can Teacher Yu help me last medicine?"

The young man looked at him with pitiful eyes.

Knowing that this guy is probably pretending, but Cosine's heart still trembled.

He is a big star after all, and he was punched in the corner of the eye. It is estimated that he can't even make announcements in the past few days, and don't know how many activities have been delayed.

And he used ruthless force when he attacked that day, maybe the other party was really badly injured by him...

"There is a medicine box in the car. I will go to the car to help you get medicine."

Cosine put down these words lukewarm, turned around and entered the RV.

He knew that Shen Mang would definitely follow, and sure enough, as soon as he got in the car, there was a faint fragrance behind him.

Shen Mang closed the car door without changing his face. He leaned against the folding bed table and watched Cosine bend over to look for the medicine box in the cabinet.

From this point of view, the trousers worn by Cosine are very tight, and the lines of the buttocks are very clear and full.

Probably aware of the interesting eyes behind him, Cosine turned around and placed the medicine box heavily on the table.

"You sit down first and close your eyes."

The young man hooked the corners of his mouth and sat lazily on the chair with his long legs casually placed on the side.

His slender fingers rested on the table, his thick curled eyelashes drooped down, the bridge of his nose was upturned, and his pale lips were well-shaped. If you ignore his bad personality, Cosine will definitely think that this face is as beautiful as an angel.

It is a pity that he is not an angel, but a scheming demon who mocks everyone with cold eyes.

Cosine bent down slightly and first dipped some iodine on a cotton swab to disinfect the corners of his eyes. Then he opened the ointment for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, and carefully smeared some bruises on the corners of his eyes.

The ointment was a little sticky, and it was difficult to dissolve for a while. He threw the cotton swab and pressed it gently with the pulp of his finger, carefully rubbing the ointment away.

The eyelids under the fingertips trembled, as if they were about to open at any time. Cosine looked at the young man's trembling eyes, and subconsciously patted him on the head.

"Don't move around, keep closing your eyes."

First, he was afraid that his fingers would accidentally scratch Shen Mang's eyes, and second, he didn't want Shen Mang to see the expression on his face now.

Shen Mang let out a low hum from his throat.

He originally had a voice that had been kissed by God, and when he deliberately lowered his voice, he was particularly low and sexy. Even a simple syllable goes back and forth in the quiet carriage.

Cosine asked himself that it was not voice control, but when he heard this voice, there was still a numbness in the spine.