The white moonlight gl

It can be said.

Mo Rantong's mood for most of the day was like riding a roller coaster.

Shyness, annoyance, regret, sweetness, excitement, apprehension, etc., etc., all kinds of complex and difficult emotions are intertwined, making her happy at times, want to cry, blame herself, and feel sorry for her lover.

On the one hand, she felt that her lover tolerated her nonsense so much because he liked her and loved her, but on the other hand, she felt that such a forbearing relationship was unreal.

She knew she shouldn't doubt her lover's intentions, but she was really scared.

She is afraid that everything that exists will be torn apart by external forces one day, and that the perfect lover who has been patient with her and doting on her will leave her as soon as he says he will leave.

There is a saying that the happier a person is, the more afraid of losing happiness, Mo Rantong is in this state now.

She is afraid of the crisis that may hide under the happiness.

Worried that you will eat a mouthful of sweet glass slag unexpectedly.

Feng Qingshui's eyes narrowed slightly, and her voice was soft as if it wasn't her own: "What are you afraid of, I am willing to be yelled at by you, picked on by you, and endure your unreasonable troubles and troubles because I like you and care about you, we are lovers."

"But…"

"There is no such thing as Tongtong, stop thinking about it and eat."

Lowering her head and not wanting Mo Rantong to discover the emotion in her eyes, Feng Qingshui muttered softly with icy eyes while arranging the cuffs of her suit: "The meal is getting cold, Tongtong, don't have a psychological burden, as I said What I have done is voluntary, if you are not at ease, then so be it, I will transfer some of the company's shares to you in a few days, so that the two of us can be more tightly bound."

"I…"

Mo Rantong originally wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, it's okay?

What she is most worried about is that this person doesn't want to be with her, or runs away and doesn't want to dump her, but once she has a share in her company, she can always guard her in the company, block her, and force her Be with her again.

So, "Qingqingqingqingqing, you are so kind."

Mo Rantong, who thought she had a perfect abacus, smiled again. She picked up a piece of sweet and sour fish for Feng Qingshui with her chopsticks, and said cheerfully: "You eat it, I will make it for Qingqing tomorrow." Have a big meal."

"Ah."

Peace and calm have always been Feng Qingshui's protective color.

Therefore, no matter how ups and downs her heart is at the moment, on the surface, she is still calm and breezy.

The two chatted and chatted, and they ate a meal for about an hour. Afterwards, Mo Ranjie cleaned the pot and washed the dishes neatly. She was on these things.

Feng Qing was never allowed to touch her.

"Qingqing, Qingqing, are you staying tonight?" After cleaning up, the fragrant ink dyed with washed hands flew to Feng Qingshui like a bird.

Feng Qingshui was sitting on the sofa watching current affairs news from the news channel.

Caught off guard by Mo Rantong, his face turned even paler.

It's a pity that the idiot Mo Rantong didn't notice it. She moaned and rubbed her cheek against Feng Qingshui's cheek, coquettishly and coquettishly: "Stay, stay, stay, I dried the quilt, bed sheet and mattress in the afternoon, and now The made bed is soft and warm, and it is very comfortable to lie on."

Feng Qingshui: "..."

I couldn't help biting the tip of my tongue, trying to suppress a kind of pain with a kind of pain and stimulate my consciousness. After about ten seconds, Feng Qingshui said with cold sweat: "Let go of me first, my chest is tight, you press it like this." look at me, I don't feel well."

Feng Qingshui is not in good health.

Anyone who has seen Feng Qingshui up close can confirm this point of view to be true, and Mo Rantong is no exception.

However, people in the world, including Mo Rantong, thought that Feng Qingshui was just a little weaker. They never thought that Feng Qingshui's internal organs were decaying at an extremely fast speed, and her body and bones were not much different from those of an old man who was dying.

Hearing Feng Qingshui's words, Mo Rantong immediately stood up.

She went to look at Feng Qingshui worriedly, and when she saw the sweat on Feng Qingshui's forehead, her pupils shrank: "Qingqing, are you okay?!"

"fine."

Shaking her head, she curled her lips at Mo Rantong, Feng Qingshui nodded on the sofa beside her, motioned Mo Rantong to sit down, and said, "Yes."

Mo Rantong carefully sat down beside Feng Qingshui, and asked blankly, "What?"

"I said, you can stay tonight."

"Qingqing..."

"Here I am…"

The two sat next to each other, very close, but Mo Rantong, who was frightened, was tense all over, and he was too cautious to touch Feng Qingshui again, as if Feng Qingshui was a porcelain doll that would break if touched danger of falling.

Feng Qingshui fixedly looked at Mo Rantong's face, this face was pure and lovely, and now it was full of self-blame and heartache, it was because of her.

With a soft tut, Feng Qingshui took out a handkerchief from her trouser pocket under Mo Rantong's gaze, and wiped off the cold sweat from her forehead one by one, her movements were graceful and calm.

Her body strikes often, and each time it strikes in a different place, she's used to it.

She felt that she was now like an old, running machine, and the parts inside were also very old. From time to time, one malfunctioned and another malfunctioned, but overall, it was still moving.

Sometimes she would have a sudden stomachache, sometimes she would suddenly be unable to breathe, gasp for breath, sometimes she would feel weak as if paralyzed, or some part would be cramped with pain, and so on, etc. She was really used to it.

After wiping off the sweat, looking at her little girlfriend, Feng Qingshui handed her the handkerchief, and said lightly, "Help me wash the handkerchief."

Mo Rantong weakly took the handkerchief and asked, "Then Qingqing?"

"It's okay, I'm not as weak as you think, it's just you, Tongtong."

Thoughtful, looking at Mo Rantong's slightly swollen belly because of sitting down, Feng Qingshui poked it curiously with her fingertips, Mo Rantong trembled, she immediately withdrew her hand, With a wooden face, he said solemnly: "It's soft, it's fat, it's not my illusion, you have gained weight."

Mo Rantong: "..."

"Qing, Qing!"

Women, especially a female artist in the entertainment circle, hate others to say that she is fat and heavy, and, just now, did Qingqing poke her small belly with her hand, and also said that her small Soft belly?

Ahhhh, she wants to kill Qingqing.

...

It is impossible to bite, but Mo Rantong, who was furious and furious, quickly regained his vitality and became lively again.

She went to the bathroom to wash Feng Qingshui's handkerchief, and hung it on the balcony. After that, she honestly sat with Feng Qingshui to watch the news.

Although the two of them have done what they should do now and are close enough, Feng Qingshui still doesn't often spend the night with Mo Rantong.

The reason she gave was that she still had work to do.

And Mo Rantong also believed it.

This night because she was worried about Feng Qingshui, Mo Rantong didn't make much movement, she just put her hand on Feng Qingshui's waist lightly, in the posture of a protector.

A rare good sleep.

When Feng Qingshui woke up the next day, Mo Rantong was still sound asleep. Facing the morning sun, Feng Qingshui half-supported her body, quietly staring at Mo Rantong with a pure face like a water lotus, for a long time, whispering something softly.

"Live to die, die to live."

The world is unpredictable and sad.

Sigh.

Changed and washed without disturbing Mo Rantong, and when he got downstairs, Liang Subo had been waiting in the car for an unknown amount of time.

"Contact the lawyer at nine o'clock, and prepare a draft of the equity transfer agreement." After getting into the car, Feng Qingshui frowned faintly while clutching her aching stomach.

Liang Subo: "...Okay, Mr. Feng."

Seeing the appearance of his own CEO from the inside rearview mirror, Liang Subo froze and was very worried: "Mr. Feng, are you all right? Do you want to go to the hospital? Did you take the medicine on time?"

"No, eat."

Actually didn't eat it, "Order a breakfast and let them send it to the company." After a pause, Feng Qingshui said again: "Order another one for Tongtong."

Liang Subo nodded: "Okay, wait a moment."

After spending a few minutes ordering takeaway, he started the car. On the way, Liang Subo asked hesitantly, "President, do you like Miss Mo that much?"

Although it is wrong for the president to hide something from Miss Mo, these days, there are many people who cheat money, sex and feelings, and lovers are separated and reunited. In Liang Subo's view, his president and Miss Mo In the end, it was nothing more than a breakup, and it was just a breakup. Is it necessary to compensate Miss Mo so much?

That's tens of billions?

Liang Subo often sees such a question on the Internet, that is, "You can only choose one between your current lover and 5000 million, which one do you choose?"

There was an unanimous reply.

Whether it is ridicule or other, the choice is mostly 5000 million.

Liang Subo could imagine that if this question were changed to, "You can only choose between your current lover and tens of billions, which one do you choose?"

The answer is beyond doubt.

It is said that feelings are priceless, but tens of billions are enough for his president to buy hundreds of thousands of relationships, and among these people, there must be some who like his president more and are more suitable for him than Miss Mo. His family's president.

Feng Qingshui remained silent, and Liang Subo added unwillingly: "The president is not afraid that Miss Mo will forget you in the future, and then start again..."

"okay."

Interrupting Liang Subo's words, Feng Qingshui pursed her red lips and said, "I was already dead at that time, so I couldn't care about that much, but now..."

"My decision will not change."

Liang Subo sighed silently.

...

In the end, the equity transfer was proceeding in an orderly manner, and Mo Rantong also took a copy and joined the crew.

Now on the Internet, the popularity of Mo Rantong has almost reached the level of first- and second-tier florets. There is no way. CPs like female celebrities and rich women are really rare. In addition, Feng Qingshui's comments on "gentlemen's style" were intercepted. After it was posted, it was posted on the hot search and was reposted by many people. Everyone was feeling that this couple was true love.

If you want a powder, you must be a powder.

Mo Rantong in the crew is like a fish in water. After she finishes filming every day, she hides on the sidelines and talks on the phone and texts with Feng Qingshui.

No one in the crew dared to choreograph her.

They even called her teacher one by one.

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