Actor Gao Leng, you are blushing again

Chapter 26

Leng Feiran noticed that Su Qiao was walking more and more slowly, walked up to Su Qiao, and squatted down: "I'll carry you on my back."

Su Qiao blushed slightly, a little hesitant.

At this moment, the director of the program group kept gesticulating to Su Qiao, signaling Su Qiao to get on the back of the god.

Su Qiao glanced at the director, and lay on Leng Feiran's back slowly, her hands were at a loss as to where to put them.

Should she wrap her arms around the god's neck?
To, or not to?

The more Su Qiao thought about it, the more distressed she became.

or not...

"Help me with the crutches." Leng Feiran suddenly said, and handed the climbing crutches to Su Qiao.

Without thinking about it, Su Qiao took the climbing stick and held it in her hand.

In the next second, Leng Feiran put his hands around Su Qiao's legs, and stood up steadily with Su Qiao on his back.

In a panic, Su Qiao hugged Leng Feiran's neck in a hurry, and her whole body was pressed against Leng Feiran's broad back.

Because of the closeness, she could hear the man's steady breathing and the overwhelming cold fragrance that enveloped her.

For a moment, Su Qiao only knew that she was hugging Leng Feiran stiffly, cowering like a little quail, not daring to move.

On the way back, Leng Feiran carried Su Qiao on his back and walked steadily step by step.

He carried her on his back and walked on the glacier for two hours.

During these two hours, Su Qiao looked sideways at the director from time to time, which made the director's scalp tingle.

It wasn't until Leng Feiran carried Su Qiao on his back to the foot of the glacier that the director rubbed his scalp with his hands and announced that today's recording was over.

After the recording is over, the program team will naturally stop deliberately embarrassing Su Qiao and Leng Feiran, saying that they can take the car.

Hearing this, Leng Feiran put Su Qiao in the co-pilot's seat, and then drove to the next travel destination.

Four hours of hiking, a sprained foot, and then ice climbing...

Su Qiao was very tired.

After sitting in the co-pilot for a few minutes, she fell asleep without knowing it.

Seeing this scene, Leng Feiran temporarily parked the car on the side of the road, took a blanket from the back seat of the car silently, and stretched out his hand to cover Su Qiao.

Su Qiao woke up for a moment because of Leng Feiran's movement, opened her eyes in a daze and asked in a low voice: "God..."

"Are you cold, why don't we build it together?"

Leng Feiran's eye feathers trembled slightly, and then said: "I'm not cold."

After he finished speaking, he continued to drive.

Su Qiao folded the blanket in a daze, then leaned her head against the seat and continued to sleep.

The night was gradually falling, and after Leng Feiran drove to the next travel destination, the sky in Iceland was already dark.

Leng Feiran turned on the headlights, and the warm yellow headlights illuminated the small space inside the car.

At this time Su Qiao was still sound asleep, because of the warm yellow light, her delicate face was like jade glazed with a thin layer of light, looking hazy and glowing.

Leng Feiran watched for a while, then reluctantly gave up on waking up Su Qiao.

After a while, Leng Feiran got out of the car, wrapped the sleeping Su Qiao in a blanket, and carried her into the cabin.

"God, let me hug you!" Seeing this, Sheng Li said loudly.

Leng Feiran didn't seem to hear what Sheng Li said, and he still strode towards the cabin without stopping.

The director came over and patted Sheng Li on the shoulder: "What are you hugging?"

"It's time for the gods to hug you now."

"If the gods had completed the task yesterday, the little girl would have walked for more than four hours in this icy and snowy field, and she would not have sprained her feet."

"The little girl twisted her feet today, it's not because of the gods."

Sheng Li moved his lips, as if he wanted to refute, but he didn't say anything.

Here, Leng Feiran put Su Qiao in a bedroom, and left quietly.

Before going to bed that day, Leng Feiran held a pen and recorded in the diary.

(End of this chapter)