The white moonlight gl

Warm overnight.

Mo Rantong felt that the lover tonight was very enthusiastic.

She seemed a bit overwhelmed by her enthusiasm.

The bedroom of the apartment she bought faces the sun, and every clear morning, wisps of sunlight would penetrate the floor-to-ceiling windows and pour onto the bed, waking her up.

Today is no exception.

There was still sleepiness in the half-opened eyes, Mo Rantong felt that the body temperature of the person in his arms had become as warm as hers, and sighed comfortably.

The pupils opened and closed, closed and opened again, and went back and forth several times. Mo Ran finally got used to the light in the room.

To the eye, except for the camel-colored cashmere carpet on the floor, everything else is in different shades of blue.

Such as dark blue fabric sofas, blue-gray half-open pleated curtains, various light blue tables and bed cabinets, dazzling crystal-like dreamy blue chandeliers, even the walls are painted with ink. Sky blue, sea blue.

In fact, Mo Rantong is very indifferent to blue, what she likes is the sunset glow like a burning cloud, blue is her lover's favorite color.

Ever since I read from a financial magazine that Feng Qingshui's favorite color is blue, and her favorite food is sweet, especially sweet and sour fish, Mo Rantong remodeled her newly decorated house in a strange way. , and worked hard to study cooking, God knows, at that time, she hadn't met her lover yet, she was just a little transparent who had just entered the entertainment industry, and the money for remodeling the house was all her belongings. At that time, she ate Green vegetable noodles for many days.

An egg is only added occasionally.

At the end of the meal, she was really chewing wax, and felt sick to her stomach when she saw the noodles.

"It's really beautiful."

After saying this in a low voice, Mo Rantong looked down at Feng Qingshui, and soon covered his mouth and sneered.

No one knew how scared she was when she almost died in the hotel that night. Meeting this person and being rescued by him was the most beautiful accident, and it was also the starting point of her happiness.

Pursuing Qingqing with a shameless face and pestering her all the time was the most impulsive and correct decision she ever made in her life.

Sometimes Mo Rantong didn't dare to think, if she felt cowardly at the beginning, and felt that she was too different from this person, she hesitated, didn't dare to pursue, and just kept secretly in love, what would happen now.

"Qingqing."

Eyes full of affection and love stayed on the lover's slightly swollen red lips for a moment, Mo Rantong pressed his tongue to the jaw, and restrained and reverently left a kiss on Feng Qing's forehead: "This is my of."

As soon as they touched her, and then gradually moved down, Mo Rantong kissed Feng Qingshui's browbones, eyelids, nose tip, cheeks, corners of her mouth, and chin respectively, and every time she kissed, she murmured: "This is mine. "

In the end, Mo Rantong kissed Feng Qingshui's mouth lightly, and said with curved eyebrows, "Qingqing belongs to me, and I also belong to Qingqing."

"whee."

The soft and waxy voice sounded very sweet, and Mo Rantong got up lightly with satisfaction, his whole body was filled with cheerfulness.

There is no way, she is now in the honey pot, there is no sweet or beautiful place in what she hears, sees, touches and chews, and she is living a very moist life.

Dress in a good mood, wash and wash, and put on light makeup.

Mo Rantong hummed a song while making breakfast.

Steamed buns, sweet rice dumplings, oatmeal porridge, four sweet and sour side dishes, after thinking about it, Mo Rantong made a special sweet soup for Feng Qingshui.

When Feng Qingshui came out, what he saw was Mo Rantong wearing an apron, busy singing love songs in the kitchen.

In the light-colored glass-like eyes, a hint of obscurity flashed past.

Feng Qingshui was very worried about Mo Rantong's innocence, as if she was a little girl.

"Hey, Qingqing, are you awake?"

Spotted Feng Qingshui in the living room with sharp eyes, Mo Rantong stopped singing immediately, and said in a cheerful tone: "It will be over soon, Qingqing, please sit down first, sorry, the weather is very hot today, Qing Don't you want to change into other clothes?"

"No."

The bachelor apartment that Mo Rantong bought was not big, the dining room was small and connected to the living room, he walked directly to the dining table, pulled out a stool and sat down, Feng Qingshui's face was pale, faintly tired and decadent.

The smell of food was wafting in the small apartment, Feng Qingshui thought in a trance, if Mo Rantong could appear when she was young, wouldn't it?

Everything will be different?

It's a pity that things have long been a foregone conclusion, what she thought was delusional after all, Feng Qingshui rested her chin with one hand, her back was always straight, and her eyes closed slightly.

Mo Rantong didn't hear Feng Qingshui's words in the kitchen, she still wanted to say something, but she saw Feng Qingshui walking towards the dining table, and the distance between the two was getting farther and farther.

He shut his mouth.

Next, Mo Rantong cooked faster, and after about five or six minutes, she came out with buns and side dishes.

"Hey, Qingqing, just sit there and don't move, I'll fix it."

Seeing that his lover opened his eyes and wanted to stand up to help, Mo Rantong immediately stopped him, just kidding, Qingqing looks so weak and tired, why is she reluctant to let her do these jobs? !

After putting down the buns and side dishes, Mo Rantong touched Feng Qingshui's hand, and observed whether Feng Qingshui was sweating, which reassured Mo Rantong.

The lover's hands are cold and sweatless, and it seems that they are really not hot.

Feng Qingshui silently watched Mo Rantong's movements, and remained silent all the time. After Mo Rantong brought breakfast, she bit the bun and drank the sweet soup, trying to suppress all the bitterness in her mouth and heart.

"Qingqing, my fans have increased a lot."

"Many of them are cp fans of both of us, hehe."

"Many fans said they would crowd me out and give you a monkey. Tsk tsk, they have a good idea. You are mine, and mine alone."

"You can't have Xiao Xiaotong or Xiao Xiaoqing, let alone them."

"There are also fans asking me to be careful not to let other goblins hook you up, saying that you are so good, there must be a lot of crazy bees and butterflies around you."

As in the past, Mo Rantong always had endless things to say in front of Feng Qingshui, and he was full of vitality, which formed a very sharp contrast with the lifeless Feng Qingshui.

Feng Qingshui frowned and listened carefully, and would reply to her from time to time. Mo Rantong was even more eloquent when she saw this. In just one meal, she changed the topic from fans to filming, and from career planning to Imagine the future.

"Qingqing, when I win an award on the big screen and become a real actress, shall we travel around the world together?"

"The world is so big and so beautiful, it's a pity not to go out and have a look and just stay in a small place."

Feng Qingshui: "..."

"Do you remember the content of the contract?"

Packed up her mood, swallowed the last mouthful of sweet soup, and said quietly, Feng Qingshui took out a wet towel from the table to wipe her hands and the corners of her mouth, as if she didn't pay attention at all, and she was spoiling the scenery: "The fourth thing, Self-reliance."

Mo Rantong was confused.

"What does traveling the world have to do with self-reliance?"

Feng Qingshui smiled: "Guess?"

Mo Rantong didn't want to guess.

She whimpered and wanted to act coquettishly, but in the end, Feng Qingshui tapped her watch and stopped her words in advance: "You still have 15 minutes, three minutes for eating, twelve minutes for washing pots and dishes, pupil Hitomi, hurry up."

Mo Rantong: "..."

All right, I lost to her.

Because Feng Qingshui said last night that she would be sent to the set this morning, Mo Rantong didn't let Xiaohe come over this morning.

After finishing the meal, he washed the pots and bowls and followed his lover downstairs to the car. In the back seat, Mo Rantong, who was finally free, began to ask persistently: "Qingqing, what does traveling around the world have to do with self-reliance and self-improvement?" Well, when I become a movie queen, shouldn't I be short of money?"

Liang Subo, who was driving, heard Mo Rantong's words, and complained silently, you are not short of money now.

Feng Qingshui's expression was indifferent, her pale and indifferent face showed no expression, and she said the same words as before: "Guess?"

"Huh."

Mo Rantong rubbed against Qingqing resolutely: "Tell me?"

Feng Qingshui was unmoved, but when she was too shaken by Mo Ran, she put a finger on the center of her eyebrows, and said solemnly: "Don't make trouble."

Mo Rantong: "Oh!"

How can she make trouble!

At the west side door of xx University, Mo Rantong was reluctant to get off the car.

She looked at Feng Qingshui with resentment and sorrow, she hesitated to speak, as if she was silently condemning, saying, I am so well-behaved, why do you bully me?

Feng Qingshui: "..."

"Okay, stop acting in front of me, you will know the answer later, be good, Tongtong, get out of the car, Fu Liangsheng will be angry if you are late."

Seeing that Mo Rantong was unmoved, Feng Qingshui thought for a while, and added: "Anyway, I also invested 5000 million in this drama, Tong Tong, you are so not serious, you want to let my 5000 million be in vain. Do I lose money?"

Mo Rantong: "..."

Hit the nail on the head.

...

So, soon, Mo Rantong reluctantly got out of the car, and Feng Qingshui kept looking at her until she could no longer see her before letting Liang Subo drive.

About half an hour later, the two arrived downstairs in the company.

Through the transparent glass door, the two saw the commotion in the lobby on the first floor. Feng Qingshui frowned slightly, and was about to ask Liang Subo to quickly understand the situation, when they heard sharp mixed voices of men and women coming from the center of the crowd.

"I'm looking for Feng Qingshui! I'm her father! Don't drag me!"

"Yes! I'm her mother! Show me some respect! We're here to ask what kind of girlfriend she's talking about! She's just a low-profile starlet! Does she have the right to enter the gate of our Feng family!"

"Madam, sir, calm down, let's go out and talk, this is the place for work, you stop here..."

"Shit, I won't stay here until I see my daughter today!"

...

"President, this?"

Liang Subo's face was very ugly. As Feng Qingshui's special assistant, he knew the details of the Feng family's mess.

He knew that the reason why the president of his family turned into the current frail appearance was because of the man and woman talking inside.

What father and mother, they are also worthy? !

Compared with Liang Subo's anger, Feng Qingshui's expression was very relaxed, even joyful and relieved.

She shook her head, her eyebrows and eyes bent: "It's very interesting."