Chapter 505: Is the movie not good, or do you miss me?

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This is a collection of all the movies she has participated in, and some of her friends have not even impressed herself. She has been in the industry for more than ten years, the most recent and the farthest.
After sitting for a while at the end of the bed, Chi Huan got up and went to the kitchen.
The man is cutting the potatoes into shreds.
He was still in that black trousers with a dark blue shirt, clear and cold, slender and focused, his fingers were clean and beautiful, and his movements were rhythmic and neat.
It is no longer appropriate to cook in his current status today, not to mention he is wearing a formal dress, but he is standing in front of the glass platform with his sleeves. Charm.
Before Chi Huan walked behind the man, he noticed her approaching. He slowed down the chopping of vegetables and didn't turn back. He smiled lowly, and his voice was awkward. Still miss me? "
Chi Huan, "..."
She walked over and stood next to him, watching him skillfully cutting the potatoes, saying inadvertently, "Will those films be prepared by you?"
It seemed like a temporary decision to go to sea, or ... did he have this arrangement?
But he clearly ordered the bodyguards to prepare the yacht in the elevator of the hospital ... The cooking was also decided temporarily while visiting the mall.
Mo Shiqian looked at her side by side, took her lips and smiled, "Why, none of the movies they chose are your favorite?"
Chi Huan stared at his side and pursed his lips. "It's all me."
The man chopped vegetables for a few seconds.
But he only continued for a few seconds, and the thin lips still smiled lightly, "Maybe they please you for me? Who knows that you would hate to watch your own movie hot eyes."
Chi Huan said aloud, meaning an unknown emotion, "This way ..."
He looked at her, "Otherwise, what do you think?"
"No, I'm going to the deck for a hair dryer. I'll call me when the food is ready."
"Ok."
This is only an episode, if not suddenly remembered that Xia Tangtang once mentioned ... said that he had seen every movie of her and was a fan of her.
Mo Shiqian himself probably doesn't like watching movies very much ... More
and……
She lay on the railing, looking at the distant seaside city with her head down, and her mood dropped.
Thinking of Xia Tangtang, she thought of little mango ...
During this time she had been subconsciously ignored.
His daughter, his biological flesh.
The problem of thinking when not together is very realistic-whether he loves her, whether they have a future, have no time at all, and have no energy to care about and consider the past.
There seems to be an extremely tacit, mild, strange distance between him and Xia Tangtang, because they do not have the slightest desire to possess each other, no feelings, at least no love, but little mango—
Child, she is always bound.
It doesn't matter if you don't mind, but it's far away in Jiangcheng now, so those things seem far away, but being remote doesn't mean it doesn't exist.
When Mo Shiqian was cooking and looking for someone, she was still lying there in a daze.
Her long hair was tied into a ball by her head, and only a few short pieces of hair were still floating in the sea breeze.
He walked over, hugged her from behind, stunned her face and stared down at her face before she could get it back. With a glum expression, her eyes became secretive, and she whispered, "Hungry?"
She raised her face, and the expression she had just disappeared quickly, as if it were just a man's illusion, with a bit of complaint in her tone.
The man bowed his head and kissed her lips. "It's ready to eat."
She took his hand, "Let's go."
Mo Shiqian's eyes were dark and dark, but there was no emotional wave on her face, and she was allowed to pull herself in.
The dishes are very rich. Except that the seafood has local characteristics and the pool is not annoying and not usually eaten, the others are basically her favorite.
Chi Huan sipped the soup and asked with lips pursed, "Do you often cook in Paris ...?"
"No."
"That ..." She had been thinking, and wanted to ask, but she swallowed all the words.
Mo Shiqian kept staring at him, and when she saw only one word, she paused her head and drank the soup, and asked quietly, "So what?"
After she drank the soup, she looked up at him and smiled, "Nothing, I just want to say that you haven't cooked for all these years, and the cooking doesn't seem to have a slight regression."
He chuckled and chuckled. "It's better than you."
"It's better than me, so whenever you need to cook, I still ask Mr. Mo to show himself-after all, those who can do more work."
The man looked at her funny.
After a while, a touch of good words came down.
She froze, raised her head to look at him, but found that the opposite man was staring at the elegantly peeling crab in his hand.
Okay.
…………
After meals.
Jiangcheng was far away from them, so far away that they could no longer see it. Only the faint and faint golden sunlight leaked from the clouds and landed straight on the endless blue sea.
Chi Huan asked Mo Shiqian to take a picture for her.
"It looks good. Although I heard that the technique of taking straight men's photos is scary, my professional photography eyes are all 360 faces with no dead ends, shouldn't they look ugly?"
She mumbled as she turned on her cell phone's camera and handed it to him.
The man glanced, "Use mine."
"Well ... all right."
Mo Shiqian apparently did not have any skills in photography. She could see it in his casual posture, but she was not going to send it to the social platform. She just said that she wanted to leave a memorial and didn't say much.
After a minute, the man handed her cell phone.
Chi Huan took it with a smile.
then,"……"
excuseme?
Mo Shiqian saw her staring at the screen of her phone for a long time, and she was obviously not happy.
He lowered his eyes and said, "Aren't they pretty?"
She lifted her head, and smiled skinlessly. "Of course it's pretty, how could I not be pretty."
"You look dissatisfied."
"Should I look at this one-meter-four meter myself?"
Mo Shiqian, "..."
"You are more than one meter four."
"Of course I am more than one meter four!"
The man was silent under her angry eyes.
It ’s such an effect. Blame him?
Chi Huan decisively deleted his height disabled man.
It was Mo Shiqian, who had rarely seen her swollen appearance lately, and her heart was beating like a light and soft feather brushing her apex. Without any hesitation, she stretched her hands around her waist and pressed her against the railing, then bowed her head and kissed.