The white moonlight gl

Nuo and Lan: "..."

Feng Qingshui: "..."

Both of them were taken aback by Mo Rantong who suddenly made a sound, and Nuo Lan reflexively got behind Feng Qingshui, also very scared and cowardly.

Feng Qingshui was speechless, she gouged out Nuo Lan's eyes, and said helplessly to Mo Rantong: "Don't always be elusive, Nuo Lan is timid, don't scare her."

Mo Rantong didn't say a word, she stared at Nuo Lan with a cold expression.

Ever since she knew that Feng Qingshui had discovered her true face, Mo Rantong was no longer willing to pretend in front of outsiders. He didn't like Nuolan being so close to Feng Qingshui. Feng Qingshui said again: "Even if you don't tell me, I won't let Nuo Lan in. She is a friend and you are a lover. Only you are eligible to enter the bathroom when I am taking a bath."

"Mo Rantong, you are my only lover, the only one."

Weakening the existence of others and highlighting the special status of being sick and delicate, Feng Qingshui felt that Mo Rantong could still be rescued, maybe it would be good if she comforted her.

"Qingqing."

A pair of cold eyes were filled with affection quickly, as charming as peach blossoms, Mo Ran's cheeks were flushed, and she wanted to lower her bangs shyly to cover her face.

But when she touched it, she remembered that her bangs had been cut short and didn't stick.

Puffing his cheeks in frustration, Mo Rantong immediately put his hands down, and looked at Feng Qingshui as if nothing had happened, his whole body was so charming and pitiful.

"My darling."

Couldn't help muttering in a low voice, Nuo Lan, who watched Mo Rantong's expression changes from beginning to end, endured the trembling and goosebumps on her body and said to Feng Qingshui: "How did you do it? It's even scarier Okay?"

At one moment she was full of malice, and at another moment she was shy and shy like an innocent girl in love. Nuo Lan felt that the chick Mo Rantong didn't need makeup and acting skills in horror movies.

Feng Qingshui: "..."

She is also afraid?But what can she do?Want to fall in love while crying?

Somewhat surprised that her love words turned out to be so effective, Feng Qingshui blinked and recalled, and found that when she was chasing this man, she didn't say much love words.

This is not normal.

Feng Qingshui thought about it again, and realized that Mo Rantong was too easy to chase, she hardly hooked up at that time, only a little explicit hint, and the two of them became established.

Smiling, Feng Qingshui nodded to Mo Rantong, and said, "Well, be good, don't scare Nuo Lan, she is a guest, we must treat her well."

Turning around and giving Nuo Lan a look that showed you understood, Feng Qingshui walked past Nuo Lan into the bathroom, and said when closing the door, "How about Tongtong?"

Hitomi?

Qingqing called her Tongtong?

The pretty doll's face was flushed, Mo Rantong hurriedly held on to the door frame of the studio, feeling dizzy, as if drunk.

Nuo Lan secretly scolded Feng Qingshui for being ungrateful, and didn't think about her at all. She stared at the bathroom door, then looked at Mo Rantong, twisted her face, and moved to the living room next to the wall. Sitting on the sofa watching a comedy.

The laughter in the film gradually relaxed Nuo Lan's tense nerves. She put the cell phone she was holding firmly on the coffee table and rubbed her red hands.

From the corner of the eye, Mo Rantong glanced at her and walked towards the kitchen, kitchen?

Nuo Lan swallowed, afraid that this man would take out a knife.

In the kitchen, Mo Rantong picked up the fruit plate and looked at the paring knife. After thinking about it, she didn't take it. She took out two apples from the refrigerator and washed them, and put them on the coffee table with a bang. The expressionless Mumu said :"eat."

Nolan: "..."

The corner of her mouth twitched fiercely, Nuo Lan saw that Mo Rantong was sitting far away from her, but stared straight at her, and took an apple and took a bite.

"Is it delicious?"

Not familiar with how to treat guests, Mo Rantong was a little nervous, afraid that Feng Qingshui would be angry if he did not do well.

Nuo Lan choked, she said with difficulty that it was delicious, and began to look at Mo Rantong unobtrusively.

Without that gloomy and morbid temperament, the bangs no longer grow so long as to cover his face, and even though he has no expression, he is extraordinarily delicate and pleasant.

Is this... a weak, idiot-looking girl?

Nuo Lan suddenly understood why Feng Qingshui fell in love with this person.