Chapter 19: Measurement

Lie on the sofa, while Yao Yao looked up at Mo Zhen and wiped his hair, he complained dissatisfied, "That uncle is really annoying, it scared me, I thought it was dead!"
Mo Mozhen held her hand for a while, reminding him, "You're dead."
"It's okay to lose your soul, never to be born or anything."
"... Your pursuit is unique." Mo Zhenshun threw his handkerchief on the large coffee table in the living room and turned to walk to the second floor.
A Yao saw the situation float quickly, and the fart chased after him, "Are you going to sleep?"
"Take a bath." Mo Zhen answered sharply. A Yao's eyes lit up, and he diligently stepped forward, "Need help? Whether it's massage or massage, I have the best skills, and it's free."
Uh ...
Mo Mozhen looked back at her, smiled and nodded, "Help me keep the door."
"Don't use it." Aya disagrees, "Except for me, no one here wants to peek at you to take a bath."
Mo Mozhen: "..."
In fact, being so shameless is also a kind of cultivation.
Ayao didn't dare to go into the bathroom and peek at Mo Zhen to take a bath. When Mo Zhen came out with a vapor, A Yao stared at the door of the bathroom like a hopeful stone.
The unique aroma of 乳 bath milk is permeated in the air, and the lingering smell on the tip of the nose is just like morphine.
A Yao looked at Mo Zhen for a while and finally uttered a sentence, "How come you come out wearing clothes?"
Mo Mozhen: "..."
He didn't want to talk to her.
Blowing her hair briefly, Mo Zhen went back to the first floor, rummaged in the refrigerator for a while, and decided to fix today's dinner first.
A Yao incarnates 502 glue, Mo Zhen sticks wherever he goes. After finding a few cooked foods and heating them in the microwave, Mo Zhen sat down at the dining table. "Did the boxer today hurt your head?"
Ayao touched his forehead subconsciously, "No, I slipped fast."
"Why do I think you are stupid than before?"
"... This must be your illusion."
With a bang in the microwave, Mo Zhen got up and took out the food. He pulled out a pair of chopsticks from the side, "You don't want to go to the studio with me tomorrow."
The bad news fell from the sky, and Ayao could not stand the blow. "Why QAQ?"
The big watery eyes were like puppies that had been abandoned, and Mo Zhen gave a snorting sound, did she really spend a lot of time on the set? This acting technique is simply advancing.
"Maybe that person will come again tomorrow. It's not safe for you to stay on the set." Mo Zhen buried his head and silently pinched a rib.
"If he dares to come again, I will flatten him!" When Aya said this, the fighting spirit in his eyes was burning.
Mo Mozhen raised her eyes and glanced at her, "What do you use to flatten him? Left or right?"
"... use my magic skills."
"A gale blows and sleepy elevator?"
"..."
Why did her two must-have stunts be so low as soon as they were named by Mo Zhen? !! At least it should be called the invincible gale and desperate elevator!
"In short, you have been staying at home honestly lately, wait until the limelight passes."
A Yao is still working hard to think of a cool name, Mo Zhen has been finalized. Ayao was sad. "Why do I feel like I'm in a group that can't be said?"
"What can't say organization?"
"I just can't say it, don't you know that severe winds have been blowing across the land of China recently?"
"..."
Wu Ayao's protest was eventually dismissed. Mo Zhen's affairs have always been his own choice. A Yao is a female ghost and has no human rights. Therefore, her affairs are still Mo Zhen's.
I wandered around the house for a whole day, and even went to the refrigerator. A Yao finally hoped that Mo Zhen would return home. Hearing the door opening, Aya rushed up without saying a word, "Xiao Zhenzhan, you don't know how pathetic I am ~~ I stay here alone, empty and lonely, boring and unbearable. The so-called one day is not as good Sanqiu, you can't abuse me like this! "
Mo Mozhen: "..."
Looking at the grievance of the little female ghost, Mo Zhen felt for a moment that she had done something terrible—although he still thought that what she said just now was not logical and not logical.
I walked to the sofa and sat down. A Yao was still complaining about her grievances in a single loop. It was a pity that Mo Zhen looked at her with Yu Guang. It was a pity that such expressive and right-handed look, Gui Cui would like it.
"Today, the person who wants to get a boxed lunch is on the set again. You just stay at home."
"But I'm really boring!" Ah Yao finally blew up, "The TV can't even access the Internet if it doesn't look good!"
Mo Mozhen: "..."
Actually this is her purpose.
"Okay, you can go online, but only if you don't make random comments on the Internet."
Seeing Mo Zhensong's mouth, Ayao hurriedly hit the iron while he was hot, "Really? What's your measurements?"
Mo Mozhen: "..."
He took a breath and looked at Aya with a smile. Ayao bowed her head shamefully, twisted her hands behind her back, "Don't look at me like that, I'm sorry."
Mo Mozhen: "..."
Are you still sorry? Will the city walls sully themselves in front of your face?
Mo Mozhen finished vomiting in her heart, and just opened her mouth, Aya rushed up, "No! Don't tell me, let me take my own measure!"
Uh ...
Mo Mozhen was thinking, maybe it would be nice to let that uncle beard accept her.
He got up from the sofa, sorted out his clothes, and asked a rare gentleman, "What are you going to measure?"
"Of course it is with my hands." A Yao smiled lowly, and opened his arms to Mo Zhen's. The look was so intricate that people couldn't look straight, Mo Zhen bowed his head unbearably.
Looking at Mo Zhen's look of giving up resistance, Ayao couldn't believe that Yanfu just landed on his head. She felt that Mo Zhen had to make a decision with a cyanosis in her head, so she had to get in before he regretted it!
Speaking of it later, Ayao's slender and fair-white arms looped around Mo Zhen's waist accurately, but she didn't dare to tighten, because she was afraid that her hand would pass through Mo Zhen's body if she tried harder. .
She doesn't want to see such a scene, it's like telling her nakedly that you are not of my kind.
Mo Mozhen didn't know why he indulged the female ghost like this, just to see how she buried her head in her chest, he didn't hate it.
A Yao wanted to slap Mo Zhen's chest, but in the end he just made a look. Her ears were right at Mo Zhen's heart, and she could even hear Mo Zhen's heartbeat clearly.
噗通, 噗通.
Ayao is a ghost and won't have a heartbeat, but at this moment, she feels that her heartbeat is fast, just like jumping out of her heart.
"Are you measuring well?"
Mo Mozhen's faint voice sounded above his head, as if disturbing the person in his sleep, and Aya nodded dissatisfied, "Not yet."
This is obviously playing tricks, Mo Zhen hooked his lips and chuckled, "Today's quota is exhausted. Please come early next time."
At the end of the slang, Mo Zhen took a step back and distanced him from Ayao.
He looked at his empty arms, and A Yao gave a snorting sound, muttered a really stingy, and then asked uneasily, "Is there really another time?"
Uh ...
Mo Mohan coughed twice, Gu Gu said, "Did you measure it?"
"No, let's do it again!" A Yao proposed a beautiful suggestion.
Mo Mozhen glanced at her silently before she said, "In fact, my password is not my measurements."
"Ah? Is that ..." A Yao's gaze moved silently towards Mo Zhen's lower body.
Mo Mozhen: "..."
What is this female ghost thinking all day long!
Taking a breath, Mo Zhen calmly said, "My password is 12345."
Ayao: "..."
Shouldn't she pick up a mountain to fight a tiger?
No matter what, it is always good to know the password of the computer. A Yao rushed to run the computer, Mo Zhen did not lie to her. What is the password really 12345!
She can try such a broken secret, but she has been banned for so long!
Ayao felt a bite of old blood rolling in his throat.
"Nothing to complain about right now?" Mo Zhen unbuttoned his neckline and was going to take a shower first. A Yao stayed in the house all day, not even seeing today's round or flat sun. She thought about it, Tian smiled shamelessly at Mo Zhen, "Hazel, let's go on a date."
Mo Mozhen: "..."
Can't you say the word dating so straightforwardly?
"We've all been in that relationship already, don't you plan to be responsible to me T ^ T?"
Mo Mozhen: "..."
哪 What kind of thing is that! And do n’t think that you have a pitiful expression on your face!
"It ’s unhealthy for you to eat microwave oven food every day. Let ’s go out and eat something nutritious!" Ayao didn't play tricks either, giving a decent excuse.
Mo Mozhen gritted her teeth, then smiled lightly, "Well, I'll go out and walk the dog."
Ayao: "..."
Mo Mozhen was driving a Land Rover. The sun in summer was long. Although it was almost eight o'clock, it was still bright outside. Mo Zhen filtered the restaurant's name in his heart while driving, and finally chose one of the most remote western restaurants.
Although he came out with his face entangled with Mo Zhen, but when Yao Yao followed Mo Zhen into the magnificently decorated western restaurant, he felt a little uneasy. Wouldn't it be King Tian to eat western food alone? "
Mo Zhen's mouth twitched, "Relax, the guests here are not so gossip. And, don't call me Hazel."
咦 "Oh, don't you like this title? Then I call you hazelnut?"
"You can call me landlord."
"..."
What a bad taste this is.
He waited in front for Mo Zhen's waiter faintly heard Mo Zhen's voice to himself, but the content was vague, and he frowned slightly and stopped caring.
The waitress brought Mo Zhen down in a corner. This is a seat that Mo Zhen often takes. The light above the head has been specially adjusted, and it will not be too bright and can not see the person opposite, just like a dim dusk, romantic and intoxicating.
Aya Yao sat down opposite Mo Zhen and looked up at the abstract oil painting hanging on the wall.
"What's wrong?" Mo Zhen also looked at the oil painting above his head. The person who painted the picture was famous locally. Mo Zhen had met her twice and was at a company party.
He didn't know why the Emperor's party invited this person, and he was not interested to know. But he was curious why Ayao was so interested in the painting.
"唔 ..." Ayao frowned, "It's nothing, but I always feel like I've been here."