It's no use waiting any longer. She doesn't want to waste her time talking to this dead woman.
Especially every time she loses, it's her!
"Well, I'm sorry, Miss Zheng. I can't serve you well."
Seeing that she was going to leave, it was a little late. The patience of the young lady was as bad as her temper.
She's gone. She's lost a lot of fun.
Zheng Meijia hard gouged her one eye, turned around and left.
Seeing Zheng Meijia off, he sighed late and went back to his bedroom. He turned off the light and planned to go to bed early.
When you are in a bad mood, you can only rely on sleep to forget.
However, when she was half asleep and half awake, she suddenly felt out of breath, like a stranded fish.
She can't help opening her mouth to breathe, suddenly, a warm object pressed on her lips.
Late difficult to open his eyes, adapt to the dark light, vaguely distinguish the pressure on her is a man.
Wen Mo?
Besides him, there seems to be no other possibility in the bamboo garden.
She immediately put away her resistance, quickly entered the play, and caught his neck in response to his kiss.
"You're back."
Listening to her gentle tone, Wen Mo's heart sank, and the lust in her eyes gradually faded, releasing her.
Later, he gently leaned over and caught his finger on the belt of his bathrobe around his waist. Then he held his hand.
"Sleep."
Cold two words, let late a Zheng, pressure down the heart of doubt, obediently holding his arm.
"Good." She answered softly.
Holding the slender body in his arms, after a long silence, Wen Mo suddenly uttered a cry.
"Late, late."
"What's the matter?"
Hearing what Mo wanted to say, he finally swallowed it and asked faintly, "are you tired?"
"I didn't do anything today. How could I be tired?" Late late as if don't remember yesterday's quarrel, concern asked, "it's you, tired, have dinner at night, do you want me to let people do some for you?"
She was about to get up.
Wen Mo holds her down hard and frowns.
"It's not what you should do. Just do what you want to do."
What he said was a pun.
He gave up speculating on his thoughts late and early, and understood everything from his literal meaning.
"Well, if you're hungry, I'll ask Xiao Cai to go to the kitchen and give an order."
Wen Mo gave a long sigh, which was slightly inaudible.
Late only when they have hallucinations.
He patted her on the back. "Sleep."
"Well, good night, Mo." Chi Wan raised his head slightly and gave him a kiss on the cheek, which was gentle and addictive.
Soon, Wen Mo heard her even breathing.
In the dark, in his good-looking eyes, there is a sense of astringency.
He did not like such a strange late, very do not like.
Night quietly across, when wake up late, Wen Mo has left the bamboo garden.
Today is the day for her to catch up with the program. Lisa arranged for a driver to see her off and meet Shen rang at the gate of Bincheng TV station.
"By the way, the shooting of little people and big world is over, and post editing is in progress. It is estimated that it will be released soon."
"Why so fast?" I was surprised to hear that.
"Inside information, Huo Tianye and miyao's plays are basically the same. They don't need to change venues frequently, and the progress is very fast."
Chi Wan nodded with a heavy heart. Before he could speak to Shen rang more, he was called away by the deputy director.
This program is an interview program. After browsing the script late, I communicated with the director and started recording.