[Entertainment circle] The starlight in the pen is not as good as you

--coriander?What happened to the cilantro?

Gu Zhanqiao nodded subconsciously first, then suddenly realized something, and shifted her gaze to Mo Tongtong.

Mo Tongtong lowered her head and frowned slightly, as if she was a little worried.

Gu Zhanqiao swallowed the "yes" that was about to blurt out.

She took a deep breath frantically in her heart, feeling that this was a close call.

By the way, what if Mr. Mo doesn't eat coriander!

She watched Mo's father pick the coriander and carrot on his face, and her heart rose to her throat.

Does Father Mo belong to this world—the group of people who eat herbs, or the group of people who don’t eat coriander?

She quietly observed the expressions of Mo's father and Mo Tongtong, hoping to see something from them.

"What's the matter, Miss Gu?" Father Mo asked suspiciously.

In this winter, Gu Zhanqiao felt that she was about to sweat, and every second became extremely difficult, but she hoped that time would pass more slowly, so that she would have more time to think.

She looked at Mo Tongtong, hoping that the other party would give her some hints.

Mo Tongtong finally noticed Gu Zhanqiao's gaze, she looked at it suspiciously, and nodded in confusion.

Seeing the sweat on Gu Zhanqiao's hair, she was taken aback, pulled out a tissue and said, "Qiao Qiao, are you hot?"

Gu Zhanqiao gave up.

She took the tissue handed over by Mo Tongtong, and admitted without fear: "Yes, I like coriander!"

With her lips pursed and her head lowered, she heard Father Mo mixing the noodles and said, "Really, I like it too."

Gu Zhanqiao: "..."

She breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't believe it, and raised her head blankly.

Father Mo began to eat noodles quietly.

From the way they ate, it was easy to see that Mo Tongtong and him were father and daughter.

They ate equally slowly and neatly. Even when eating noodles, they could only hear the occasional knocking of bowls and chopsticks.

At this moment, Gu Zhanqiao saw the assistant sitting next to her, and said in panic, "I'm sorry, I'll make another bowl of yours."

The assistant wearing sunglasses shook his head: "No need, we have actually eaten..."

"Little Zhang!"

The assistant shut his mouth.

After Mo's father finished eating the noodles, he stood up as if nothing had happened, put on his coat and walked out the door.

Gu Zhanqiao didn't understand why, and followed Mo Tongtong to send Mo's father out.

They stood aside and watched Mo's father put on his shoes, and Mo Tongtong suddenly said, "Father hopes that we have more time to spend together."

Father Mo paused when he was putting on his shoes, straightened his clothes, stood up, and said, "In short, after the upstairs decoration is completed, they will be the neighbors upstairs and downstairs."

He pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he had nothing to say, he just nodded and went out the door.

He watched the door close, and heard the little girl surnamed Gu inside say, "Do you want to see your father off?"

After this sentence was finished, the door was completely closed, and he did not hear Mo Tongtong's answer.

But since the door was not opened again, one could imagine what Mo Tongtong answered.

He couldn't help but let out a "ha" sigh like a laugh.

Pointing at the door, he said to the assistant beside him, "This kid, you speak so directly."

Inside the door, Mo Tongtong said to Gu Zhanqiao: "There is an elevator when you go out, and the underground parking lot when you get off the elevator. It's so cold outside, so there's no need to deliver it."

Gu Zhanqiao nodded in agreement, feeling that this was indeed the case.

Although another voice in her heart told her that it was more reasonable to send her off, a period of hesitation passed, and if she did the math, maybe Mo's father had already reached the first floor.

She thought about it, and suddenly her expression became serious again—wait a minute, what did Father Mo say before he left?

——"In short, after the upstairs decoration is completed, it will be the neighbors upstairs and downstairs."

Gu Zhanqiao held Mo Tongtong's hand tightly, her expression blank in shock: "Is your father upstairs?"

Thinking of this, Mo Tongtong also had a heavy expression, and gave a low "hmm".

Gu Zhanqiao grabbed her hair and felt that she was a deep-sea fish caught from the sea, suffocating slowly while thumping on the deck.

I don't know how long it took before she finally breathed out and felt that she was separated from the feeling of wanting to cry without tears.

——Calm down Jojo, don't be afraid of any challenge, and nothing has happened yet.

She puffs herself up, taking a deep breath of luck.

Mo Tongtong wiped the doorknob and the sofa as usual, but when she was wiping, she still faintly felt that she was not as repulsive as usual.

Usually I couldn't bear it for a second, but now I just feel a little uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

She sorted out her symptoms and picked up the soup bowl on the table.

When Gu Zhanqiao saw the dishes that only needed to be washed, she suddenly thought: I didn't help before because Mo Tongtong disliked me, so does Mo Tongtong still dislike herself now?

She walked over and snatched the soup bowl, and said, "I'll clean it up, Tongtong, you still... you better go see off uncle."

"Should have left the community."

"...Having said that..."

Gu Zhanqiao walked into the kitchen with the bowl, and after soaking it in the sink, she turned around and asked, "Can I help clean up now?"

Mo Tongtong froze for a moment, then nodded in a daze.

She didn't know why Gu Zhanqiao said that for a while, but belatedly remembered what kind of temper she had in the past.

It's so strange, it hasn't been long, but have you gotten used to such a huge change?

Mo Tongtong watched Gu Zhanqiao wash the dishes, but couldn't remember how much she rejected it in the past.

The self who resisted this matter seemed to be in another time and space. She looked at the troubled and troubled face of herself at that time, and felt that it was both incredible and inexplicably familiar.

——I can probably report to Dr. Du again.she thought so.

Gu Zhanqiao came out after washing the dishes, raised her red and red hands, and approached Mo Tongtong intentionally to frighten her. Seeing that Mo Tongtong didn't hide, she pursed her mouth and moved her back.

Mo Tongtong grabbed these hands.

In fact, this is not as difficult as imagined. When holding it at this moment, it even feels secure.

Gu Zhanqiao looked at her and said, "If the two of us are together in the future, you can cook and I will wash the dishes, okay?"

Mo Tongtong nodded, and said: "There are gloves in the cabinet, you can wear them when you wash them later."

She dried Gu Zhanqiao's hand with a towel on one side, and when she touched the ring on her hand, she couldn't help reaching out and rubbing it.

When she sent it, it was only because of Xie Fangcong's suggestion, but when she saw it again at this moment, she felt a subtle throbbing.

No wonder everyone uses this as proof of their feelings. The feeling that they belong to each other every time they see each other is really touching and warm.

Gu Zhanqiao nervously withdrew her hand at this moment: "By the way, I didn't take off the ring just now! It didn't break it!"

She took off the ring and examined it carefully under the light.

After confirming that it was correct, he put it back on with peace of mind, and when he came back to his senses, he saw Mo Tongtong staring at him blankly, and was rarely distracted.

The drooping thick eyelashes have the effect of self-contained eyeliner. I don't know if it is because of the hollow look, but it is more girly and refreshing than usual.

Gu Zhanqiao, who had been worrying about the audition for many days, and felt relieved because of a big event today, suddenly had an idea in her mind.

She tilted her head left and right, carefully observed Mo Tongtong's face, walked around her again, and then said——

"Tongtong, what do you look like after you put on makeup?"

Mo Tongtong came back to her senses, and slowly shook her head: "I don't know, I haven't tried it."

Gu Zhanqiao covered her mouth in shock: "It's a lie, then do you know how to do daily maintenance?"

"Yes." Mo Tongtong nodded, "My sister gave me a set last year."

"Last year? What month?"

"It's January too..."

Gu Zhanqiao raised her voice: "You used it for a year?!"

Mo Tongtong didn't know, so: "The shelf life is three years."

Gu Zhanqiao pressed her forehead: "Although it is not impossible, but is it really enough for a year? How big is a can?"

She walked into Mo Tongtong's bedroom and bathroom, opened the cabinet, and saw a row of sizes neatly arranged from large to small, the most was 200ml, and there was half of it left.

She went out in thought and patted Mo Tongtong on the shoulder.

"I understand." She sighed and said old-fashionedly, "This is not acceptable, Tongtong."

Mo Tongtong: "..."

"If you are careless now, it will be too late to regret later."

Mo Tongtong: "...?"

She looked at Mo Tongtong with a snickering expression, and pretended to be serious: "Then you must have no cosmetics, and there is nothing you can do, so let me lend you mine."

She paused for a moment, seeing that Mo Tongtong had no intention of objecting, she continued: "You certainly won't be able to draw anymore, so I have to help you."

With an expression of "I really can't do anything about you", she walked into the room and took out her cosmetic bag.

After coming out, she pulled Mo Tongtong and pressed her on the sofa, looking at her with interest.

At this moment, Mo Tongtong finally reacted and refused: "Forget it, don't you still want to watch "Wild Hope"?"

"If you think about it, you know you'll fall asleep... No, I mean, you can squeeze in such a little time!"

She hugged Mo Tongtong to prevent her from leaving, blinking her eyes and begging: "Turn into one, let me see."

The two were deadlocked, and after a few minutes, Mo Tongtong gave in.

Forget it, it's just makeup, even when I was a child, there were times when I wanted to dress up as a doll.

Thinking of her childhood, her eyes darkened.

She remembered the conversation she had just had with her father, about her teenage years and her mother.

She is actually afraid of the feeling of being manipulated.

This may be due to her nature, or it may be from the experience of being manipulated by her mother like a doll in her childhood, but because she has never been in contact with people, she will not feel this kind of deep feeling like social phobia. After several visits to the hairdresser, I started cutting my own hair with scissors at home (…).

She closed her eyes and opened them again, making Gu Zhanqiao go crazy.

"Don't open your eyes, the eye shadow will get in your eyes."

After washing her face and having something smeared on her face, Gu Zhanqiao began to put makeup on Mo Tongtong.

The base makeup and foundation went well, but when it came to eye makeup, there were many obstacles.

Mo Tongtong didn't want to close her eyes, and if she closed them, she couldn't help opening them.

After almost poking Mo Tongtong's eyeball, Gu Zhanqiao was too scared to write.

"...Forget it." Gu Zhanqiao decided to give up.

At this time, her hand was suddenly held.

Mo Tongtong opened her palm, clasped her fingers tightly together, and said, "Let me hold your hand."

Saying this, she couldn't close her eyes.

The palm seems to transmit this pulse, and gradually it seems to be connected with the blood on the face.

In the hot and close proximity, the two seem to be connected as one.

In this way, Mo Tongtong knew that Gu Zhanqiao was in front of her, and she no longer felt flustered.

The soft bristles brush over the eyelids, causing a slight itching.

But Mo Tongtong felt Gu Zhanqiao's heartbeat, and finally stopped flustered.

"Okay, finally - the mouth."

Gu Zhanqiao approached Mo Tongtong's face.

The steps are already familiar, after the lips are primed, drip the lip liquid, and then spread it with your fingers.

But when she stretched out her hand, Gu Zhanqiao suddenly became distracted.

She consciously asked Mo Tongtong to open her mouth slightly, and watched her fingers gradually dye her lips red, and her cheeks became hot as they were wetted by the warm breath.

She quickly withdrew her hand and buried her fingers in her fist, but she could still feel its slight numbness.

Mo Tongtong looked at Gu Zhanqiao and asked, "Is it ready?"

Gu Zhanqiao nodded and fanned her face with the palm of her hand: "It's tiring to help others put on makeup, why is it so hot today?"

Mo Tongtong sat on the sofa and looked up at her.

In fact, there is no difference. Although the eyebrows are more distinct, there seems to be no more changes.

Gu Zhanqiao only knew that as long as Mo Tongtong kept staring at her like this, she would always be flustered.

To divert attention, Gu Zhanqiao picked up the phone and said, "Since you've put on makeup, let's take a photo."

She picked up the phone and sat next to Mo Tongtong, who still showed an uncomfortable expression on the camera, frowning slightly.

They appeared on the screen together, and Gu Zhanqiao felt that Mo Tongtong was looking at her.

Her heart was beating like a drum, and she couldn't help but tilt her head, but it happened to turn in the direction of Mo Tongtong.

Mo Tongtong looked at her and suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

She was so casual that she kissed Gu Zhanqiao's lips as if she was just touching up her makeup.

After separating her lips and teeth, she motioned Gu Zhanqiao to look at the camera.

"This way you also have color."

In the soft light picture, the originally dull lip color was dyed the same color, and Gu Zhanqiao heard the shutter sound of the camera after the roaring heartbeat.

She belatedly thought, it's over, Mo Tongtong actually knows how to play this trick.