David was dressed in white casual clothes and pants, and under the light, set off a more elegant and elegant person.
He opened his arms and took the person into his arms.
"Well, as soon as I finished shooting today's scene, I was in a hurry to get back."
David's eyebrows smiling, one hand around her thin waist, one hand cupped her small chin, then want to ask for a kiss.
Only when he saw the red marks that appeared on her face, the smile on his face lurched.
"What's going on? Did someone hit you?"
Summer's eyes flashed, "Nothing, I just didn't feel too well in my stomach, so to distract myself, I abused myself."
Don't want him to worry.
And don't want to spoil the mood.
Better not to tell him that his mother had come to her and slapped her.
"You abuse yourself? You're sick, aren't you?"
David was so angry and distressed that he pushed Summer onto the couch, "Where is the medicine cabinet at home?"
"In the storage room."
Summer watched David's long figure striding towards the storage room and sighed inwardly.
Maybe she's really getting sick.
Mental illness.
David quickly got the medicine cabinet.
He unscrewed the ointment, squeezed out a little, and gently rubbed it on her face.
"Does your stomach still hurt now? Did you not eat on time again? No, I have to have a talk with Louis, can you stop treating my girlfriend like a desperate woman?"
David's face was discontented, Summer looked at the handsome face of the man close at hand, her heart was soft.
She wrapped her arms around his lean waist and placed a soft kiss on his thin lips.
No matter what happens later.
She remembers the present moment.
She and he were so in love.
David's hands moved, touching her dark eyes, the knot in his throat rolled slightly.
Putting the ointment in his hand, he held her to himself.
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