Chapter 505

Here is a collection of all the films she has participated in. Some of them even have no impression on her. She has been in the industry for more than ten years, the latest and the farthest.

After sitting at the end of the bed for a while, Chi Huan got up and went to the kitchen.

The man is slicing the potatoes.

He was still wearing black trousers and dark blue shirt. He was cold and cold. He was slim and concentrated. His fingers were clean and beautiful. His movements were rhythmic and neat.

In fact, it's not suitable for him to cook in his present position. Besides, he also wears a formal dress. But he stands in front of the glass platform with his sleeve on. The atmosphere is contradictory, but it also exudes an unspeakable charm.

Before Chi Huan got behind the man, he noticed her approach. He slowed down the pace of cutting vegetables and didn't look back. He smiled softly and slowly, with a sultry voice, "is the movie not good, or do you miss me?"

Chi Huan, "..."

She went over and stood beside him, watching him cut potatoes skillfully. She said casually, "those movies are not prepared by you, are they?"

Is going to sea a temporary decision or He had this arrangement?

But it was in the elevator of the hospital that he told the bodyguard to prepare the yacht Cooking is also a temporary decision when shopping.

Mo Shiqian looks at her first, takes the corner of his lips and smiles, "why, none of the films they chose is your favorite?"

Chi Huan stared at his side face, chuckled, "it's all my performance."

The man cut the vegetables for a few seconds.

But it was only a few seconds before he went on, and the thin lips were still very light smiles, "maybe they are trying to please you for me? I don't know if you think it's hot to watch your own movies. "

Chi Huan said with an unidentified sigh, "this is it..."

He looked at her. "Otherwise, what do you think it is?"

"No, I went to the deck to have a hairdryer. Please call me when the meal is ready."

"Well."

This is only a small episode. If it's not suddenly remembered that Begonia once mentioned He said that he had seen every movie and was a fan of her.

Moshiqian doesn't like watching movies very much What's more, it's popular to say that he's been very busy these years. He's so busy that he doesn't even have time to sleep. How can he still have time to watch movies.

And

Lying on the railing, she looked at the far away seaside city with her head on one side, and her mood dropped.

Thinking of Xia Tangtang, she thought of little mango

This period of time she has been subconsciously deliberately ignored the existence.

His daughter, his own flesh and blood.

The problem of thinking when not together is very realistic - whether he loves her or not, whether they have a future, no time at all, no energy to care and think about the past.

There seems to be a very tacit and gentle strange distance between him and begonia, because both of them have no desire to possess each other, no feelings, at least no love, but little mango -

child, she is always cutting off the constant fetters.

If you don't mind, it's impossible, but it's far away in Jiangcheng now, so those things seem far away, but far away doesn't mean that they don't exist.

When Mo Shiqian cooked the food and asked for someone, she was still lying there in a daze.

Her long hair was tied to the head of a ball, and only some short hair was still floating in the sea wind.

He went over and hugged her from the back. He looked down at her face. He could not get back her face. He was sad. His eyes became very secretive. He asked in a low voice, "are you hungry?"

She looked up, and the expression just now quickly disappeared, as if it was just a man's illusion, with some resentment in her tone. "It's one o'clock in the afternoon now, do you think I'm hungry?"

The man lowered his head and kissed her on the lips. "It's ready to eat."

She took his hand. "Let's go."

Mo Qian Mou color is dark, but there is no mood waves and ups and downs on the face, let her pull herself in.

The dishes are very rich. In addition to the seafood with local characteristics, chihuan can't be bothered and doesn't usually eat much, she likes other dishes.

"You're in Paris," Chi Huan asked, as he scooped out the soup and sipped his lips Do you often cook? "

"No."

"Then..." She had just been thinking, originally wanted to ask, but words to the mouth or all swallowed down.

Mo Shiqian has been staring at him. Seeing that she only said one word, he stops and drinks soup. He answers quietly, "what is that?"

When she finished the soup, she raised her head and smiled at him. "Nothing, I just want to say that you haven't been cooking for years, and the cooking doesn't seem to have any backward steps."

He smiled with a smile. "It's better than you."

"It's better than me, so when you need to cook in the future, you'd better ask Mr. Mo to show himself - after all, there are many things to do."

The man looked at her funny.After a while, a light good word fell down.

She was stunned and looked up at him, only to find that the man opposite was hanging his eyes and peeling the crabs in his hand gracefully.

OK.

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After dinner.

Jiangcheng is far away from them, far away from them, only the very pale golden sunlight leaks from the clouds and falls straight on the boundless blue sea.

Chi Huan asks Mo Shiqian to take a picture of her.

"It's better to take photos. Although it's said that the technique of taking photos of straight men is frightening, in my professional photography eyes, there are 360 faces without dead corners that should not be made ugly, right?"

She muttered as she turned on the camera of her mobile phone and handed it to him.

The man took a look. "Use mine."

"Well Well then. "

Moshiqian obviously does not have any photography skills. It can be seen from his casual posture, but she is not going to send it to the social platform. She just wants to leave a memorial on the spur of the moment, so she doesn't say much.

A minute later, the man handed her the cell phone.

Chi Huan received it with a smile on her face.

Then, "..."

exce？

Moshiqian saw her staring at the screen of her mobile phone for a long time, and was obviously not happy.

He lowered his eyes and said, "isn't it beautiful?"

She raised her head, but she didn't smile. "Of course, it's beautiful. How can I not be beautiful?"

"You don't look very satisfied."

"I should look at this one meter four and be happy myself?"

Mo Shiqian, "..."

"You are more than one meter four."

"Of course I am more than one meter four!"

The man was silent under her angry eyes.

That's the effect. Blame him?

Chi Huan decisively deleted the tall and disabled self.

It's Mo Shiqian. Recently, it's rare to see her full of breath. Her heart strings move like she's been brushed by light and soft feathers, which makes her itch badly. Without any hesitation, he put his hand around her waist and put her on the railing, then lowered his head and kissed her.