Chapter 728

The distance between the two faces is only three centimeters.

The heartbeat of Fangyuan has already exceeded one hundred and two.

Suddenly constricted pupils, looking at him deeply.

Looking at his cold hand, brushing her cheek.

And then, gently tuck her hair behind her ears.

Tight nerves are like broken lines in a moment.

Square circle

Mo Jincheng's face was full of banter: "didn't I say that you are beautiful, so you don't have to cover it at all..."

Ash!

Fang Yuan wants to swear.

So close, just to say that!

No, No.

They already have girlfriends.

What she has to do is keep her distance.

Keep your distance.

Yeah, yeah, keep the distance.

Fang Yuan stepped back and turned to cover up the scarlet mark on his face.

"That That Where's the kettle? "

She almost bit her tongue.

Mo Jincheng laughingly leans back, her long eyelashes gently flapping. Just looking at her back, the corners of her lips can't help rising.

It's amazing.

Once upon a time, no matter how beautiful a woman was, he could not change his face, but when he met her, he always wanted to tease her.

What's going on?

"The kettle?" Mo Jincheng smiles, "I remember that Gong Yueze brought me one."

It seems.

Yes.

It seems.

In fact, Gong Yueze would not give him such useless things.

I just want to be with her.

Even if it's just a second.

"Do you remember where you put it?" Fang Yuan tries to calm himself down.

It must be a warm idol.

It's always so warm for fans, so.

Will be like no one else to say such a thing to her.

In fact, it is the performance of idols loving their fans.

In fact, it is to love her as a fan.

It must be.

Right.

Mo Jincheng!

Mo Jincheng seems to hear Fang Yuan calling her in his heart. He turns his head to look at her. His face shows a little smile. His beautiful eyebrows seem to be covered with a light light in the sunlight.

It's dazzling.

People forget to breathe.

Such a handsome man seems to be a relegated immortal.

Fang Yuan held his breath, as if he could hear his heart thumping.

It's near the eardrum. Don't beat.

"What's the matter? Is there anything on my face? "

Mo Jincheng blinks his eyes and says mischievously.

There is no idol burden.

It's all about Naughty little boy.

Fang Yuan's face is redder.

It's like a red apple, round.

Let Mo Jincheng can't help but want to bite.

Suddenly, I think of that night.

She lay on him, whispering.

His face was as red as it is now.

Those eyes, in the dark, are like bright stars.

Even if it's confused, it's still charming.

His face turned red involuntarily.

Fortunately, Fang Yuan is holding a red face, thinking of explanation.

The smile on Mo Jincheng's face is stronger.

Every minute with her is very happy.

You don't have to carry a lot at all.

I don't need to think about it. I'm an idol. I can't lose my idol aura.

"Well, I won't tease you. Look for the kettle. "

Mo Jincheng turns around with a smile.

At the same time, it solved the dilemma of Fangyuan.

The square and round cheeks are more red.

I didn't expect to look at him foolishly.

Besides, it's fair and aboveboard.

Since the other party has not grasped this point to tease themselves, it's better to quickly change the topic.

Fang Yuan thought and said, "well, aren't you sure? Why don't I go out and buy one? "

Mo Jincheng wants to say that he doesn't need to sell that thing.

Because soon Gong Yueze will take people to decorate the house well.

Among them, water dispensers will be delivered to the door.

However, he took Fang Yuan's hand by surprise.

"Ah?" Fang Yuan looks at him in surprise.

"I'll go with you."

Mo Jincheng finished, only to find what he said.

He stayed for a few seconds, then showed a smile, but his eyes were shocked that he didn't believe it.In the United States, because the supermarket is ten minutes away from where he lives, he always asked Gong Yueze to bring something for him.

Because he doesn't like trouble.

So, he hasn't been to the supermarket for more than ten years, has he?

Even he felt surprised, really baffled.

Because it's her, it doesn't matter where you go, does it?

Mo Jincheng shakes his head with a smile and pulls Fang Yuan to the door.

Fang Yuan was so scared that he turned pale. He quickly threw away Mo Jincheng's hand and said in a panic: "if it's photographed by fans, it's not good."

From the comments of online fans, we can see how much mo Jincheng loves feathers.

Fang Yuan doesn't want to cause any trouble for his return to China because of her.

"It's OK." Mo Jincheng said calmly, "I just moved here, so fans won't find my place so soon."

Although his words are light, he hopes to be photographed in his heart.

Ha ha.

It's really sick.

In the past, he was a big fan of gossip.

Now, it turns out to be a pleasure.

No wonder even Gong Yueze has to say whether he is a pervert.

Ha ha.

However, he enjoyed himself so much. What should he do?

Ha ha.

Fang Yuan doesn't know what Mo Jincheng is thinking. He stares around nervously. He is afraid that behind the tree there is a fan with a long gun and a short cannon, aiming at them.

So, she was so careful that she looked like a rickety old man.

Mo Jincheng wants to laugh.

"Don't be nervous. You're more likely to get noticed."

Mo Jincheng amusingly reminds her.

I really think she is a living treasure.

Fang Yuan didn't find himself, but said to Mo Jincheng nervously: "don't relax like this. It's a very serious matter. What if you really let the fans take pictures?"

How to scold her online, she can say it doesn't matter.

But he can't.

Because he always has to appear in front of the public and face the public.

She didn't want him to be scolded.

I hope his appearance is accompanied by flowers and applause every time.

And not far away.

One shot, precisely aimed at them.

"Are you on target?"

Lying on one side, the man with the telescope asked his companion with the camera.

"Well, HD is guaranteed this time."

"Are you sure?" The voice of distrust from his companions sounded in the grass.

"Well, well, how did you become so wordy? It must be very clear. I want to fight a turnaround by this time!"

"You know it's a turnaround. If it's not a good shot, I won't break your leg. If I get this picture, I don't know how much it will cost!"

"Hey, hey!"

The other side compared a gesture, click rub a, crisp sharp.

It's like gunfire.

The photo of Mo Jincheng holding Fang Yuan clearly, perfect frame.