Chapter 1297

After dinner, Fang Yuan and Mo Jincheng sat on the sofa and began to watch TV.

There are still commercials on TV.

And there's a clock in the upper right corner counting down.

30、 Twenty nine, twenty eight

Every time the number beats, the heart of the circle will follow.

Hold the fist, there is a slight sweat exudation.

What's it like to watch a TV play for the first time in your life?

Fang Yuan is both nervous and excited.

Three Two One

Her body with the number of beating, slightly forward, hoping that the whole person directly into the drama.

Mo Jincheng raised his hand and stroked Fang Yuan's head like a cat.

Such a simple action, but instantly appeased all the uneasiness of Fang Yuan.

She turned her head to the man sitting next to her.

Languid posture, face light.

I don't seem to be in a hurry at all.

Fang Yuan can even imagine the disdain in his eyes when he first looked at his movie in front of the screen.

Everything is in the mind.

At this time, the theme song came out of the TV series.

Fang Yuan turned his head and looked excitedly at the face on the screen.

"Ha ha, I didn't expect that Ledong's face was so small on TV."

"Well, it seems that my face is not very big either."

"The post editor's skill is good..."

Mo Jincheng looks at Fang Yuan, who is excited and incoherent. He grabs her shoulder, embraces Fang Yuan's waist and pulls her gently to his arms.

Fang Yuan's whole attention is on the TV series, and he doesn't notice how ambiguous the sitting posture is.

After the opening song, it is a positive film.

The beginning is the first meeting of male and female masters.

The clean and clear picture has a sense of age.

Fang Yuan looks at himself on the screen with a smile on his face.

Fortunately, the most important thing in this play is not acting, but showing nature.

otherwise, it will make complaints about many audiences.

Fang Yuan turned his head and asked Mo Jincheng, "what do you think?"

She wants to hear from Mo Jincheng.

Mo Jincheng gently pecked the cherry red lips, and the smile on his face was deeper: "not bad."

I don't know if I'm talking about the people in the play or the people in front of me.

Fang Yuan, who got a satisfactory answer, happily turned to watch the TV play.

She had never been so serious about the play.

After all, this is her play, and it's the first time to shoot it.

Everything is new.

Therefore, she must look carefully and seriously.

Because she is too serious, so that after the end of the two episodes, did not find the strange people around.

When the song at the end of the film starts, Mo Jincheng takes a breath.

Slender fingers, finally have action.

Fang Yuan was still immersed in joy, and did not find that danger was approaching step by step.

"I didn't expect the director to make this kind of campus style quite interesting."

I didn't expect that under the lens of the director, those studios that originally looked boring would become so fresh and beautiful.

Fang Yuan suddenly felt a chill under him.

A look, stunned.

She is wearing a skirt today.

"You rascal."

Fang Yuan let out a cry.

Before I had time to respond, I felt that the whole person was suspended.

Mo Jincheng's slightly rough fingers are like electric shocks, which make her confused.

"Mo Jincheng, this is But the living room. "

Fang Yuan covered her skirt in shame.

But her hand is short, there is no way to stop Mo Jincheng's Qin beast behavior.

"Mo Jincheng..."

Fang Yuan's heart is in his throat.

But there is no way to stop Mo Jincheng's action.

If she remembers correctly, the housekeeper is still in the kitchen.

What if he saw it?

However, Mo Jincheng's action did not stop.

You are familiar with the road.

More than ten days did not meet the backlog of missing, as if to erupt at this moment.

The block of Fangyuan seems to be an invitation in disguise.

Let his reason completely collapse.

……

Night toss, up when it is more than 11 o'clock in the morning.

Fang Yuan looks at the messy bed, the messy ground, and the messy Hair The whole person is going to be in a mess.

Damn Mo Jincheng!

She dragged her aching body and looked at the empty bed with some complaints.Shy eyes like delicate flowers stained with dew.

I can't help kissing Fangze.

Mo Jincheng, standing at the door, has a beating heart.

The hand holding the cup gave a few indisputable shakes.

But the joy in my heart is like being rippled, spreading in circles.

In the days of Fangyuan's business trip, he simply lived in the company.

Get up every day, will habitually want to kiss Fangyuan.

But when I opened my eyes, I found that my side was empty.

The loss in my heart surged up like a spring, cold and cold.

The vitality of the day seems to come out with the gurgling spring.

Now, the moment you open your eyes and see her, Mo Jincheng feels as if all the parts of his body are back.

"What's up?"

Mo Jincheng's hard and astringent voice rings out in the room, as if trying to endure something.

Hearing Mo Jincheng's voice, Fang Yuan suddenly raises his eyes and looks at the door.

Delicate red lips slightly toot up, as if to send out a silent invitation.

Mo Jincheng's eyes are more and more dark.

It's like a cheetah. It's dangerous.

Such eyes, how familiar.

She grabbed the quilt and looked at Mo Jincheng in fear: "don't come here."

As soon as I got up

Mo Jincheng's dangerous smile did not fade away.

But walking slowly to the square.

Fang Yuan had to look at Mo Jincheng pitifully: "I'm hungry."

I hope Mo Jincheng can let her go.

Mo Jincheng sits beside Fang Yuan with a smile, reaches out his hand and pinches it gently.

"No hurry."

Then he grasped Fang Yuan's arm.

It's slippery.

Like a silky silk scarf, it slides into the heart of Mo Jincheng.

Slender fingers also slide down the arm to the long white legs.

Mo Jincheng holds it.

Fang Yuan's whole body was picked up.

She panicked to hook Mo Jincheng's neck, soft body tightly close to Mo Jincheng.

The whole body is like being ignited by the fire.

The body is red.

Mo Jincheng looks at Fang Yuan with a smile and swallows the delicious food inch by inch.

Fang Yuan looks at Mo Jincheng timidly: "don't..."

Weak bone weak refuse, on the contrary is more arouse Mo Jincheng conquest depressed.