Chapter 1005

"No matter what the choice is, it's just a personal choice in the end."

Finally, it depends on Gong Heng's choice, doesn't it?

Fang Yuan looks at Mo Jincheng gratefully, and his appetite seems to open up all of a sudden.

Mo Jincheng looks at the girl whose happiness and sadness are so obvious in front of him, and can't help showing a good-looking smile.

That's good.

Fang Yuan while eating, while thinking about when about Gong Heng to eat, so did not see ink Jincheng eyes flashing envy light.

"I'm finished."

She put her rice bowl in the tray and looked at Mo Jincheng.

"Then take a break and let's go up to play."

Mo Jincheng picks up the tray and goes directly to the kitchen.

Looking at Mo Jincheng's tall figure, Fangyuan's heart is filled with happiness.

I really like this time. It seems that no one in the world will disturb them any more.

And they are like those ancient couples who lived in the flourishing age of Taoyuan, far away from the outside world, and will never be disturbed by this world.

It's a great time.

When Mo Jincheng came out, they went to the bedroom together and began to talk to each other just now.

Because the play is the home of the male owner, Fang Yuan only needs to control his emotions.

Fang Yuan pretended to be dragging things. He was very tired. In fact, he didn't hold anything at all.

Mo Jincheng looks at Fang Yuan's appearance. Unexpectedly, the girl is very talented.

"Stab -"

the square and circle match the sound, pretending to stumble to fall over.

At this time, sitting on the bed, Mo Jincheng stands up and walks to Fang Yuan.

Wrapped in anger, he was a vigorous young man.

In his body, Fang Yuan is not the shadow of Mo Jincheng. It seems that at this moment, he is fan Siming.

A just came to the campus, full of curiosity about everything, but also rich people.

Not Mo Jincheng.

Fang Yuan was stunned for a second before he recovered his spirit. He hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it."

"I didn't mean to. Did you just say that? Do you know what kind of car I have? Benz, Benz, do you understand? " Scornful and rampant voice, overflow from Mo Jincheng's thin lips.

After all, he is fan Siming, a ruffian full of fan Siming.

Fang Yuan looks at Mo Jincheng in front of him in surprise, and some of them can't go on.

Mo Jincheng looked at Fang Yuan and asked in a low voice, "what's the matter?"

Is the play he brought bad?

Fang Yuan shook his head: "it's like the first time I've seen you acting."

It's like a different person.

Mo Jincheng said with a smile: "that is to say, you didn't watch my movies and TV series well."

Fang Yuan waved his hand: "no, it's not."

After knowing that he is mo Jincheng and a great man, Fang Yuan has watched all his movies and TV series.

It's just like this. It's the first time.

So Fang Yuan is totally fascinated by this man.

This man is a demon at all.

I didn't see how he looked at the script, but I could play it immediately, and it was a character that was relatively different from my own.

Mo Jincheng gently pats Fang Yuan's head. Looking at her silly appearance, he can't help but want to kiss her.

But he thought that he was preaching, so Mo Jincheng held back and said, "in fact, acting is a very simple thing. You don't have to think about it too complicated."

“……”

Is this contempt from Xueba?

"Just remember that you are song Cheng."

“……”

Well, that's the contempt from Xueba.

Fang Yuan followed Mo Jincheng's rhythm and practiced with him several times. The more he practiced, the more comfortable he felt.

The most important thing is that when I play with Mo Jincheng, I always feel like a person walking behind. I don't need to do anything at all. The other person can lead me step by step.

She just needs to hold Mo Jincheng's hand tightly.

This kind of experience is smoother than the last time I played with Ledong.

"Take a bath."

Fang Yuan sniffs the smell of his clothes, pushes Mo Jincheng to the bathroom, and then slips out of the bathroom when he is ready to take a bath with him.

Looking at no one's bedroom, Fang Yuan finds his mobile phone and sends a short message to Heya. Can you give me Gong Heng's number?

He ya, who received this short message, did not hesitate to send Gong Heng's number to Fang Yuan.She believed that Fang Yuan would not harm her husband.

See the mobile phone number of the square but show hesitant look, but finally save.

At this time, Mo Jincheng's voice suddenly sounded in the bathroom.

"Fang Yuan, something I forgot to take."

Thinking about things, he went to the bathroom door and asked, "what did you forget to take?"

Suddenly the bathroom door opens, and Mo Jincheng, who is naked in the upper part of his body, reaches out his devil like claws, grabs the area he wants to escape from, and says with a smile, "I forgot to bring you in."

"No more."

Fang Yuan is coquettish and tries to escape from the mandarin duck bath. However, Mo Jincheng easily holds Fang Yuan and walks to the bathroom.

The floors in the bathroom are all imported ceramic tiles from Germany, so there is no need to worry about slipping.

……

The palace.

Heya sent out the mobile phone number, but the whole person didn't feel relaxed because of it.

By doing so, she was completely involved in Fang Yuan.

No matter what the result is, I believe Mr. Gong will not let Fang Yuan go.

She suddenly missed it very much. A long time ago, the master told her not to be infected with emotion.

It's true.

Once infected with feelings, the original simple things become complicated.

The action that could have been very simple has become different.

"What are you thinking?"

The sound of the moon comes suddenly behind Heya.

Heya takes a look at Shifu who doesn't know when she will appear. She seems to have been used to this for a long time. She takes a look at the front and says, "I'm thinking about the future of our country. I'm thinking about whether personal happiness is really not as important as the happiness of a family..."

"Ha ha..." Mingyue laughs and turns to see the little girl standing under the moon. It's like going back in time. When she was a child, a little child asked herself, "master, I don't want to practice martial arts, OK?"

Time really does not change, just the child's troubles, into adult troubles.

"Some things have been done and there is no way back. It's better to go on rather than to tangle. This is the mission of Ming family."

Heya sighed: "in fact, it's good to be a killing tool."