Chapter 67：

Mo Shaoqing fell on the sofa in the living room and didn't want to move, but his eyes went around and did not let go of all the small details.

For the first time, he saw someone else's home decoration like this. It was entirely a style that he liked. The combination of medieval and modern styles, it is good to have money. If he has money, he will wear it.

When Qi Hexin and Ke Jinghuan selected the room, Mo Shaoqing took the opportunity to go to the second floor. He really wondered whether the villa was a scene set by the program group or a private rental villa, or just a holiday home. ?

The second floor is obviously the place where the owner lives. Going up the stairs, facing the blue-gray three-dimensional embroidered ostrich background wall, there is a sky blue cabinet in front, and the corridor is covered with thick hand-made stalls. Medieval oil paintings hang on the walls, and the wall lamps radiate a dark light.

Mo Shaoqing opened the nearest door, but all of them were fitness equipment...

Fitness Equipment?

Mo Shaoqing was attracted, walked over and touched it, eh? Really fitness equipment! And still clean and spotless?

It seems that this place should be rented. How can the program group spend a lot of money to build such a gym? The fitness equipment here can be valuable!

Mo Shaoqing was about to leave the room, but was shocked by the man leaning against the shadow of the door.

"Ah--" Mo Shaoqing saw the incoming man screaming out loud, but he was stopped by the man.

"Hey - it's me." A well-defined man stood in the doorway with a bathrobe backlit.

Mo Shaoqing blinked and determined that he was not mistaken at all, only to let go of the struggling hand, and the man in front of him was in the warm arms.

However, Mo Shaoqing was the first time to see a man in complete leisure. He appeared in this completely impossible place. He was a little dumbfounded. "You, you... how are you here?"

"Don't you want me?" The voice of the man's disappointment came from the top of his head.

"Where is there?" Mo Shaoqing explained, while looking downstairs behind him, the film crew did not know where to go, it seems to be arranged in advance.

"That, there are others downstairs, will they come up?" Mo Shaoqing still has some concerns.

"Of course not, I have already called the program group to arrange the room for them, and told them that it is a private villa, can't just walk around!"

Mo Shaoqing was shocked and happy, and did not know what to say: "How come you?"

Lingsen 昊 raised his eyebrows: "How can you come over? Ferry!"

Mo Shaoqing: "What, you know what I mean, let's say don't pretend to be stupid!"

Lingsen’s pretending to be sad, sighed: “A little unconscionable thing left me and left, and sent me half a text message, let me worry, how can I not come?”

"Oh!" Mo Shaoqing suddenly realized that his text message had not been edited yet. He didn't expect to send it out. He thought that the other person had come over for his work. The feeling of deeper in his heart was deeper: "Sorry, I was that day. Texting is too hasty, blame me, I didn't inform you in advance, I --"

Lingsen took his finger against Mo Shaoqing’s lips. "Don’t say, are you going to apologize tonight?"

"No, oh!"

"Don't be hippie and smiley!" Lingsen squeezed Mo Shaoqing's face. "Is there any thought of me?"

This is where the new learned bad taste, Mo Shaoqing said in his heart: "Swinging... oil!"

"This is almost the same!"

Mo Shaoqing licked his face: "I haven't asked you yet, how are you here?"

"What do you think?" Lingsen asked.

"It won't be... Come see me!" Mo Shaoqing thought, and said so on his mouth, the rising corner of his mouth could not cover his heart.

"Yes, the main purpose is definitely for you!" Lingsen took Mo Shaoqing to the opposite master bedroom.

Mo Shaoqing silently looked at the big suite of Chinese and Western styles, and thought of the meaning of Lingsen’s words. "Is this house not yours?"

"Uh huh! I lend it to the program group, who makes me a sponsor!"

Although Mo Shaoqing subconsciously thought that Mr. Ling should be very rich, but the only villa on this island is actually his, or let Mo Shaoqing feel deeply and intuitively what is called rich.

But... sponsor?

Mo Shaoqing made a resentful laughter: "You are actually a sponsor of this program, what sponsorship? Five hundred dollars in funding? The president of the Star Entertainment is so stingy!"

Lingsen’s sudden feeling of lifting a rock and licking his own feet is obviously a scriptwriter’s pot. He has to give it to himself. If you don’t say anything, maybe the five hundred dollars will become the black history of your life. !

Think of Lingsen’s smile and smile: “Where do you think the pearl worth more than 100,000 yuan? Where is it? It’s not from our stingy ‘sponsor’!”

Mo Shaoqing’s laughing expression is stagnation, what? pearl? mission target?

Mo Shaoqing tried to squeeze out a pleasing expression: "Hey, pearl is your sponsorship? Where is the pearl?"

Lingsen smirked: "Little bad guys, this time I know to please me..."

Mo Shaoqing was pitiful. It was not the same as his imaginary variety. He couldn’t sleep well: "Tell me, I am exhausted in the past two days to find this stuff!"

Mo Shaoqing is rare to spoil? ? ? This person made Ling Senzhen very useful, but still not confused by the beauty, unswervingly refused: "No!"

Mo Shaoqing was not angry. He suddenly thought of another question. "Then we came to this villa, wouldn't it be your hands and feet?"

“Uh huh,” Lingsen did not deny. “Otherwise, do you think that the villa key is so good?”

Mo Shaoqing asked again: "But what if the person with the highest vote is not me?"

"I believe, it must be you!"

"Hey!" Mo Shaoqing smirked, don't know why he couldn't stop his smile.

At night, the pair of lovers embraced under the curved dome of the glass.

"The stars tonight are really bright!" Mo Shaoqing reached out and tried to touch the stars, but was caught by Lingsen, and put it in the quilt: "Don't make trouble, sleep, I don't think you have a good rest."

"I am not sleepy now!" Mo Shaoqing felt strange in his heart. Just downstairs, Ming Ming was unable to get up on the sofa, but now he is fascinated.

"Since you don't want to sleep, let's do something meaningful." After that, Lingsen bowed his head and found Mo Shaoqing's lips, gently smashing on his lips. Mo Shaoqing had some Nervous, but soon began to seem like nothing to respond to each other.

Ling Senzhen was encouraged to open Mo Shaoqing's lips and teeth with the tip of his tongue, intermingled with Mo Shaoqing's tongue.

The younger ones won a new marriage, and both of them couldn’t hold it.

"Well~" Mo Shaoqing made a noise, "Hand... Don't... It will be a matter of tomorrow!"

Lingsen took out his hands from Mo Shaoqing's nightgown, stroked the other's face, and continued to forcefully kiss it before releasing. A silver wire is continually intertwined between the two.

Lingsen has never known that his desire is so terrible. On the one hand, Mo Shaoqing still has a program tomorrow. On the other hand, he does not want to scare the other side, and he does not want to be so sloppy. He helped Mo Shaoqing to dress up and sit up: "Sleep." Let me take a shower and come back soon!"

Mo Shaoqing wants to say that it is okay. After all, his heart is very old, and the theoretical knowledge in that area is also known. But he couldn't sue it, and when he thought about recording a day's program tomorrow, he was a bit frustrated. The **** desire had just subsided, and he nodded depressed.

Ling Senzhen sat on the edge of the bed and looked at his disappointment in his eyes. He laughed and said, "So can't wait?"

"When... of course not!" Mo Shaoqing blushes and turns his back to Lingsen, who never wants to communicate with Mr. Ling.

Mo Shaoqing, who turned around, soon had a sleepy attack, and when he couldn’t come, he slept and fell asleep.

After Lingsen’s shower came out, Mo Shaoqing had already fallen asleep, and the little belly followed the breath and snorted.

"Let's let you go this time." Lingsen squatted forward, licking the quilt to help him, carefully lying to Mo Shaoqing, and dragging him into his arms.

Mo Shaoqing's body sensed the heat, and immediately ushered in, clinging to the person, covering his mouth with something vague, and pouting, and continued to sleep deeply.

The next morning, the sun poured down through the glass dome. Mo Shaoqing turned over and stumbled openly. The strange environment let him know, then went to find the familiar figure, but did not see it. There was a trace of loss in my heart.

God! How do you feel as good as a woman? Mo Shaoqing was thundered by his own imagination. When I saw the clock on the wall, the pointer actually pointed to seven o'clock, and it was too late!

Immediately turned to get out of bed, solve physiological problems and wash the bath.

When Mo Shaoqing came to the bathroom, she found that a pair of new mountaineering suits had been placed on the opposite cloakroom with a white letterhead.

Ansel: I asked the butler to prepare you for your breakfast, to record the program, and I will pick you up after the end.

Ansair? Was this your real name? If Mo Shaoqing thinks thoughtfully, he always feels that he has learned another step.

Although there are only a few words, but Mo Shaoqing feels that he has been cured in an instant, and the fatigue is swept away, it is simply full of electricity!

Mo Shaoqing went downstairs, and in the restaurant, Ke Jinghuan was enjoying the breakfast with relish. Even He Xinxin is also enjoying the meal.

After Mo Shaoqing sat down, soon the next person sent a freshly cooked porridge.

Mo Shaoqing: "Thank you!"

Maid: "You are welcome, please use it slowly!"

Mo Shaoqing opened the lid and a scent came out. He immediately ignored the heat and took a porridge to his mouth: the fish fillet was fresh and smooth, the white porridge was thick, and the egg was warm and warm. It was really endless...

Meimei had a breakfast, and the trio and six others met on the beach.