Chapter 290

"Wan, my daughter was born an abstract painter. The focus of her paintings is not the similarity, but the meaning." Pei Yihuan took the hair dryer, and ran his big hand through her black and soft hair, saying it as a matter of course.

Hearing this, the corners of Mo Wan's eyes couldn't help twitching: "Then Mr. Pei, please tell me, what is the meaning of your daughter's painting on your face like this?"

What is the significance of turning her daddy's cheek into Iron Man and Zhu Bajie?

"This is my daughter's way of expressing love..." Mr. Pei raised his eyebrows and said seriously: "Why doesn't my daughter scribble on other people's faces? What does that mean? My daughter loves me."

Mo Wan rolled her eyes speechlessly, and patted Mr. Pei's chest with her hands angrily: "Mr. Pei, that's because your daughter doesn't know anyone else, so how could she scribble on someone else's face!"

"That's because others are unlucky." Mr. Pei narrowed his eyes slightly, with a satisfied expression on his face.

Just as she was about to speak, her body was pulled, Mo Wan lay her whole body on his strong thighs, his big hands passed through her hair, letting the warm wind dry her.

Quietly closing her eyes, she enjoyed Mr. Pei's service. It was hot and comfortable, making one feel drowsy.

"Mrs. Pei..." he called softly.

There was no reaction, and Mo Wan closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Dissatisfied, he leaned over, and his fiery thin lips kissed wantonly, densely kissing her chin.

Mo Wan woke up from the itch on his chin, and kissed his lips passionately, but when his eyes met Mr. Pei's Iron Man and Zhu Bajie's mixed face, he still couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Mr. Pei, you'd better wash your face quickly..." She rubbed his face with her hands, and sighed in admiration: "Mr. Pei looks more and more like Zhu Bajie, with a nose, a mouth, and eyes. !"

"I'm like Zhu Bajie, so what is Mrs. Pei, huh?" He intentionally scratched her neck with his big hand, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Zhu Bajie's wife?"

"No, Mr. Pei is Zhu Bajie, and I am Chang'e." She couldn't help laughing itchyly, while avoiding: "Zhu Bajie and Chang'e, Mr. Pei is Zhu Bajie, and then wants to eat Chang'e meat, but it's a pity, always I can't eat it!"

"Can't eat it?" Pei Yihuan lightly picked the ending, and his strong body pressed directly on Mo Wan's body: "Don't say you can't eat it, right now you're killing Chang'e on the bed, do you think anyone will know?"

Mo Wan rolled her eyes speechlessly: "Mr. Pei, can you be more serious?"

"What is seriousness? Can I eat it?" Mr. Pei's handsome face was full of confusion, and he took off all the clothes on her body.

Next, and then a spring scene...

next morning.

Mo Qingfei was still sleeping, it was already twelve o'clock at noon, she had no intention of waking up.

Pushing open the door, Lin Suyun frowned, looked puzzled, walked over, pushed Mo Qingfei's body: "Why didn't you go to film?"

"I won't take pictures!" After saying that, she stretched out her hand to pull the quilt, covered her face, and continued to sleep.

"Why didn't you make it? You are not a supporting actress in this movie, and you are pointing at it to make you angry. Get up now." Lin Suyun hated iron and steel: "Now that you finally have the opportunity, you are still sleeping in the Don't get up here!"

"What are you shooting! What's there to shoot!" Lifting the quilt, Mo Qingfei jumped up from the bed angrily: "Do you know what I'm shooting all day long? I'm a maid from the beginning to the end of the day." I was thrown cold water and slapped in the face for the part of the scene, so I won't be filming it!"

"It's only when you endure hardships that you become a master. Why don't you even understand this truth? You don't endure hardships now, but you still want to become a big star. Are you daydreaming!"

Lin Suyun poked her forehead angrily. She never lived up to it since she was a child, but now that she has the chance, she still doesn't live up to it!

"What daydream? I'm playing the maid, and I'm playing that evil maid, Mo Wan. I'm angry with her all day long. That's all. The investor is Zuo Lan. Me, I won’t shoot anymore, I really won’t shoot anymore!”

After getting up, Mo Qingfei sat on the sofa, turned on the LCD screen, and kept mumbling.

"Facing one person is enough, but now I'm being asked to face two. I'm angry all day long, so I don't want to do it. I, Mo Qingfei, didn't make movies just to be angry. It's ridiculous!"

Lin Suyun also let out a long sigh, if she was allowed to face Mo Wan all day long and be commanded by her, she might be angry in a few days!

At this moment, that trampling Mo Wan is still stepping on top of her head, so she completely understands Qing Fei's mood.

"But, President Pei sent you in here. If you don't act well, how can I tell President Pei again?"

Mo Qingfei raised her eyebrows: "Mom, you're so smart, you must have a way. Next time, try to let me play the leading role."

While the two were talking, a picture appeared on the LCD screen, and the sweet and clear voice of the hostess echoed in the room:

"Nowadays, the entertainment industry can be described as a big dye tank. There are all kinds of things, such as drinking, sleeping, and breast attack. Today, according to insiders, third-tier actresses go to bed with the director in order to win the opportunity to play. The key point There is more than one director, it can only be said that the actresses have a wide range of contacts!"

Then, group after group of photos appeared on the screen, all of them were photos of Mo Qingfei and different directors in love. The important parts were mosaiced, but the face was not.

Lin Suyun's eyes fell on the screen, and then trembling all over, her face turned pale, like a bolt from the blue: "This...this...what the hell is going on?"

Seeing this, Mo Qingfei also looked over in surprise, her whole body petrified like a sculpture.

A few bright words flashed on Nuoda's screen - the sleeping door behind the third-tier actresses.

"Oh my god! What should we do now?" Lin Suyun was almost dying of anxiety, and was still scolding Mo Qingfei angrily: "You don't learn well in a day, and you have to do something outside, and this photo was picked up and released. When it’s on TV, don’t you want to piss me off!”

"Don't talk, I'm also bothered right now!" Mo Qingfei's face was bloodless.

These photos were taken out and put on TV, how could she survive?

"Trouble, trouble! You know it's annoying! Why don't you be annoying when you do these things!" Lin Suyun cursed grinningly. "

(end of this chapter)