The white moonlight gl

"Qingqing."

Now Mo Rantong is getting softer and softer in front of Feng Qingshui.

Not to mention how treacherous and oppressive her words and deeds were after Feng Qingshui discovered her true nature, even before that, she was always tense, for fear that she would be exposed if she was not careful.

In the bright living room, Mo Rantong's delicate little face is full of shy and timid hunchback, and a pair of dark eyes are also full of intoxicating soft light. If Feng Qingshui has not deeply understood her nature, I'm afraid I really thought this guy was a delicate and well-behaved girl.

"Ok?"

Flicking Mo's air bangs casually, Feng Qingshui suppressed her unhappiness in her heart, after all, Mo's five points is not Mo's hundred, at least not yet.

"Qingqing, I've prepared dinner, and here's another one for you to see. I sold two more paintings, and the money has already been put into that card."

As if asking for credit, he showed Feng Qingshui the text message on his mobile phone, which was the information from the bank, showing that more than 200 million had been deposited into the account.

Feng Qingshui: "..."

The little sloppy made money so fast, she couldn't understand Alexander.

With a light cough, Feng Qingshui nodded her lower lip in Mo Rantong's eyes that suddenly brightened, and praised: "You're so good, you didn't even think about hiding your money."

I am not afraid that she will run away with the money.

Mo Ran puffed her cheeks: "Well... I won't hide my private money." She likes to give everything to Qingqing, and even more likes to ask for it from Qingqing.

Stretched out the tip of her pink tongue and licked Feng Qingshui's fingers, Mo Rantong saw Feng Qingshui withdrew her hand like an electric shock, first widened her eyes in dissatisfaction, and then sneered as if remembering something, looking very Like a sneaky cat.

Feng Qingshui didn't know why, but she wouldn't ask foolishly. Mo Rantong made three dishes and one soup. Perhaps she had calculated the time when she would come back, and it was still hot.

After eating, half lying on the sofa watching TV, Feng Qingshui waited for Mo Rantong to come out after washing the dishes, and couldn't help feeling: "Tongtong is really getting more and more virtuous."

"Does Qingqing like it?"

Holding her skirt and sitting beside Feng Qingshui, Mo Rantong looked at Feng Qingshui steadfastly, with only Feng Qingshui in her eyes and heart.

Mo Rantong has always had a fanciful self-confidence in front of Feng Qingshui, but this is not out of thin air, because from the first time he saw Feng Qingshui, Mo Rantong knew that this person coveted her, wanted her, and had desires for her .

Like love at first sight or something, Mo Rantong has the capital of self-confidence.

Her heart was beating fast, and Feng Qingshui didn't know why she was always as calm as her, why she would always lose her sense of normalcy because of the ink.

Can't help but nodded, Feng Qing's eyes sparkled, and she murmured: "I like it very much."

"laugh."

It seems that Anqu is right, as long as she changes a little, Qingqing will be more infatuated with her.

The whole person seems to have got into a honey pot, sweet and mellow, with ink dyed eyebrows and curved eyes, and the already immature baby face looks even smaller.

The relationship between the two of them was very sweet. One night passed, and when Feng Qingshui went to work in the morning, she thought about it and drove to No. [-] Middle School.

After 10 o'clock, there were people coming and going at the gate of the No. [-] middle school. Feng Qingshui sat in the car and waited for about [-] minutes, and saw a woman who seemed to be Fang Qingqing.

The woman has a gentle appearance, wearing a white dress, her hair is tied behind her head, she is holding a bag in one hand, and something that looks like soy milk in the other. She has a pleasant smile, brisk steps, and a light makeup on her white face.

To be honest, in Feng Qingshui's opinion, she doesn't look like this person, but she took out her mobile phone and snapped a few photos, including a front view, a side view, and a back view. Feng Qingshui first posted the front view I gave it to Nuo Lan, and asked her if it was this person, and then sent the picture of the back to Mo Rantong, and asked: "Someone just sent it to me, Tong Tong, guess who it is?"

Within ten seconds, the message came back.

Mo Rantong: "Who?"

Feng Qingshui: "... Me?"

Mo Rantong: "..."

The author has something to say: weakly say no, will not cheat...

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