Chapter 1675

Who knows drunk Fang Yuan said directly: "I married her, who married you!"

Mo Jincheng grins at this and holds Fang Yuan in his arms.

The next Roland see this scene, also don't know how directly fainted, as if drunk people in general.

"Ha ha, Fang Yuan, you are jumping out today, helping outsiders run on your husband, me..." Mo Jincheng said.

"That I didn't No... " Fang Yuan whispered, she raised her head, long hair scattered on her face, white flawless, white dazzling, white dust.

"No, no, how can you squeeze me under the table in front of outsiders?" Mo Jincheng said.

Fang Yuan said: "I said no, but no, I'm so sleepy, I'm so uncomfortable, I drink too much wine..."

Mo Jincheng frowned tightly and said painfully: "you know you can't drink, and you still drink so much. Although it's old wine, although it's a low quantity of wine, you don't know how much you can drink..."

Fang Yuan was silent.

Mo Jincheng sighs helplessly and takes a look. Roland, who is lying on the table in a coma, frowns and turns around to go.

It's late at night when the lights are on outside.

Three people have been here all day

Fang Yuan whispered at this time: "I, I, you take Roland..."

Mo Jincheng frowned and said, "she's OK. Don't worry. Some people will come to pick her up later. You don't have to worry about her. You should worry about yourself. You see what you drink, even I don't know you..."

Princess Mo Jincheng left here with Fang Yuan in her arms.

Roland stood up. She didn't sleep, but there was a feeling of drunkenness in her eyes. She looked up at the two people who were gradually disappearing in the night, and with a relieved smile: "it's very good, sister Fangyuan. I wish you will always be like this, ha ha ha..."

Said, tears have been shed, perhaps this thing she should have put down, if put down, should not like now so hurt so deep.

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Fang Yuan said drunk on the road: "I don't want to go home I'm going out I'm going outside I want to count the stars... "

When Mo Jincheng heard his wife's words, he frowned: "listen, why don't you count the stars? Let's go home..."

Fang Yuan was still drunk, but he insisted: "honey, can you take me to count the stars? Take me to the mountain to count the stars... "

Mo Jincheng looked up at the mountains with English characters in Los Angeles and said, "where do you want to count the stars?"

Fang Yuan mumbled vaguely. He didn't know whether he was talking in his sleep or waking up: "it's very high there I think it should be possible to reach for the stars directly there.... "

Mo Jincheng said: "well, let's go there..."

After a taxi, they came to the mountain.

With the night wind blowing in the square, he got up and lay down on the hillside.

"Well, the night air here is very good..." Mo Jincheng stood up and looked into the distance, the brightly lit Los Angeles.

Los Angeles is a city that never sleeps. Some people are drunk, some dreams are broken, some people laugh, some people drink wine, some people are displaced, some people pursue life, but they don't know what life is, and some people laugh more than cry.

80% of people are not happy and live a life they don't want.

How much effort and how long does it take to be happy in this world?

Mo Jincheng tries his best to protect this happiness, and also tries his best to protect the woman in front of him.

The woman looking up at the stars.

"When I was a child, when I was in my hometown, especially in the evening, I always stayed alone by the river. At that time, the river in my hometown was paved with stones one by one, and there was almost no place to expose the soil. There was a river in front of my home. I played in the river, took off my shoes, soaked my feet in the river, and teased the fish in the river." Fang Yuan opened his eyes, his mouth was full of the taste of wine from his hometown, and his mouth was full of stories about his childhood.

"Well, I'm a stranger in a foreign land, but today is not a holiday. How can I feel you so depressed..." Mo Jincheng said sitting on the lawn.

"Depressed? I don't think so. It's just feeling the scene... " Fang Yuan said intermittently.

"Touch the scene to generate emotion, touch what scene to generate emotion?" Mo Jincheng said.

"You see, that star over there is the brightest today. Well, maybe that star will be destroyed tomorrow. Who knows..." Fang Yuan talks.

Mo Jincheng comes directly to his wife. At the moment, Mo Jincheng is riding on his wife, with a strange light in his eyes: "Hey, I haven't taught you a lesson. Today, I'm working with an outsider to calculate your husband, right..."

"Well, husband, you have to be gentle with me No, it's wild here. Husband, don't go too far. I allow you to kiss me, but you can't do anything else! " After drinking the wine, Fang Yuan's face turned red. At this moment, I can't see the blush on her face."What on earth are you thinking? You drank, but your husband didn't drink... " Mo Jincheng speechless said, finish saying he really just a kiss on Fang Yuan's face, then directly lying next to his wife and watching the stars with her.

"Husband, what do you think is the essence of life?" Fang Yuan said suspiciously that she felt very tired after all she had experienced today.

"The true meaning of life, I don't know. After all, we are too tired, aren't we? It's very tired to love someone..." Mo Jincheng said sincerely.

Fang Yuan was silent for a while, thinking of his favorite song before.

"When I was young, that piece of blue starry sky, in my memory, that gorgeous hazy, fireworks lit, fireflies, laughter is childhood ignorance..."

Mo Jincheng carefully listen to his wife's voice is not too professional, this song he has never heard, also directly touched his heartstrings.

"Now I am shuttling through the fields of buildings, living alone, chasing the dull rhythm, wandering, shrinking, laughing bitterly, running, it seems that I only leave silence..."

"So through the spring, summer, autumn and winter, day after day in a hurry, suddenly like a dream, never wake up, finally the canthus of my eyes unconsciously shake, feel a little gentle, look up, the starry sky!"

"I'd like to use my memory to light a lamp, search the starry sky, fly in the night wind, break free from the shackles of gravity, break through the cage of space, cross the cage of time, and escape from the black hole woven by vanity and helplessness..."

"I'd like to turn the years into a mirror, look for the stars all over the sky, focus the low light in my hands tightly, look for the twinkle in the night, look for the light years to tell, let the stars..."

"Illuminating the vast universe..."

Singing and singing, Fang Yuan shed tears and laughed again.

Between crying and laughing, a strong shoulder picked her up, the cold disappeared, a warm attack to the heart, she was very happy