The waiter held his head high and looked very serious.
When Mo Jincheng looks up and sees the person coming, he quickly releases Fang Yuan, puts down the suitcase with that hand, holds up Fang Yuan's buttocks directly with one hand, and kisses him.
The waiter was silly. He could hold up a woman with one hand. At least he couldn't do it. Maybe he could do it like the rock Johnson just now. But the man in front of him was so weak that he could do it. This shocked the waiter.
"Good luck, the goddess of love will come to you!" The waiter smiles gracefully, just takes a look at it, takes it back and leaves with the plate.
Mo Jincheng hugs Fang Yuan and kisses him. After about two minutes, Fang Yuan is out of breath and punches him on the chest.
"Fang Yuan, not bad. We all know how to cooperate." Mo Jincheng touches the corner of his mouth and smiles.
At this moment, Fang Yuan's face turned red and beat the man's chest in front of him: "it's all your fault. I've been seen by others!"
"It's OK. It's more open here. It's not like us there, hehe!" Mo Jincheng said directly.
"This is America, not France..." Fang Yuan murmured, in this elegant situation, Fang Yuan was his husband in front of others to make some intimate ambiguous behavior, also raised a little flame.
You know, in these two days and nights of hard work, two people don't even have the opportunity and time to make love. For the two people who eat marrow and know how to taste, it can almost be said to be torture.
It's normal for Mo Jincheng to be so hungry.
Fang Yuan smiles and pats her husband's chest: "do you want to use that? Well, I've wronged you these days."
Mo Jincheng was stunned. He didn't expect Fang Yuan to be so gentle: "well, that Well
Fang Yuan said, "well, let's go to the room. What you just did is a little too much..."
Ink brocade Cheng again a ruthless kiss in the square circle: "Oh, sorry."
One is too soft, the other is tough.
Fang Yuan laughs, but their intimate behavior can still strike the sweet taste in the center.
Go on, into the room.
Fangyuan happily opened the door.
The corridor can be so high that the room is definitely on a higher level.
Mo Jincheng has no choice but to smile and hands the key to Fang Yuan.
Fang Yuan then happily opened the door. As soon as they opened the door, a faint fragrance penetrated into their nostrils. When they looked up, they could see that the room was pink. This pink was not ordinary pink, but a kind of deep pink. If you want to say it was dark red, it was not dark red, because it was really pink.
This pink gives people a very ambiguous feeling, like a kitten's claws in general, scratching people itch.
Looking inside the room, it seems that this room is specially prepared for two people. It seems that it is a new Chinese style house. Everything is red, and there is a red windowsill. The red windowsill is tied with a big red fabric. I don't know where the wind is blowing the bag vaguely.
In this ambiguous situation.
Mo Jincheng is a little confused. It's his first time to live in this kind of room in Hollywood. It seems that the film and television company specially prepared it for them.
Fang Yuan was even more stupid. When he opened the door, he stood there, smelling the fragrance, but his body was hot and dry.
The fragrance is just like the breeze on the windowsill beside the bed at night.
As the hegemonic president, Mo Jincheng didn't seem to notice. He walked straight inside, turned back to Fang Yuan and said, "what are you doing outside? This is our room... "
A square circle is like a puppet. When you enter the room, you can see the mural.
This is a painting by a famous Western painter, a blonde woman lying on a blanket.
Fang Yuan took a look and then looked away. Mo Jincheng looked at Fang Yuan in silence and stood up and said, "what are you doing? What are you doing there now? Can you see the flowers downstairs from there? "
Then he went to Fang Yuan, took her by the hand, led her to the bed, let her sit there.
"You said that this play is very important to you. I thought about it. Which insulted girl is the heroine of this play. I think you are acting for the first time. Although this girl is kind, you should not play her." Mo Jincheng won't let Fang Yuan play the passion drama.
In this ambiguous room, Mo Jincheng and his love chat about this kind of topic which is slightly related to sex. In an instant, he rushes directly to his own area, and stops his wife in a tone, and touches her.
Fang Yuan couldn't resist. She was very shy and wanted to refuse. She was a little woman, and her husband was so overbearing. Fang Yuan couldn't stand it.
"Husband, well, what do you think of that movie?" Fang Yuan said in a low voice after making love.
"I think it's OK. Did he tell you? If you score in our country, he can definitely score 7:00, which reflects the vicissitudes and filth of the world. " Mo Jincheng said."It's a big topic for me to talk about." Fang Yuan said.
"You just realize that I'm cold..." Mo Jincheng said.
"Then let's talk about other topics, shall we?" Fang Yuan said.
Mo Jincheng nods.
"By the way, the princess, how did you refuse her in the end? Or, unlike what is said on TV, you refused her superficially, but actually had a long association with her secretly!" Fang Yuan said.
Mo Jincheng regrets nodding. What's he doing? Isn't it not to make yourself unhappy? For a moment, Mo Jincheng's face was not good: "let's not talk about this topic, ok..."
Fang Yuan is silent.
Mo Jincheng vomits blood. Who mentioned the princess first? If it had not been mentioned by others, I would not have thought of it all my life.
Mo Jincheng had no choice but to flicker and say: "what ghost? What the TV said is right. I really didn't agree with her! "
"But she's a princess. It's said that she's very beautiful, at least more beautiful than me." It's round and sour.
"What's the princess? How can I have a beautiful lady in my family?" Mo Jincheng flickers.
The square is said to be floating.
Two people kiss together again, a storm is ready to happen again
Both were immersed in it.