Chapter 1088: Do you really call me godfather?
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Granting You Deep Feelings, May You Treasure It
- Linglongruyu
- 589 characters
- 2021-03-03 12:23:01
In fact, she thought about giving this gift for a long time.
People like Mo Qianshan have never seen any rare treasures!
To send, you can only send your heart.
"I like it very much!" Mo Qianshan said.
Subei smiled slightly, "Then I will go back first."
Mo Qianshan frowned slightly, "Don't stay for dinner?"
Subei shook his head, "No, Dabei is still waiting for me at home."
Mo Qianshan looked at Subei and said, "Did you be angry just now?"
Subei smiled, "No."
Mo Qianshan sighed lightly and said in a low voice, "She is just that temperament, she is ignorant and mean to speak, don't take it to your heart."
Subei smiled slightly, "Goddaddy, then I'm leaving now."
Mo Qianshan nodded, "Okay, I will take you down."
Subei shook his head, "No need."
After speaking, she walked to the door and opened the door with her hand, Mo Qianshan's voice sounded again, "Beibei, did you really call me godfather? Or was it just because I helped you and you were fulfilling Zeng promise? ?"
A smile curled up on Subei's lips, and she said softly, "I thought my godfather shouldn't care about this."
Doesn't he even care if she is voluntary?
Otherwise, he would not use this as a condition to talk to her.
I am asking what this is doing now?
A hint of disappointment flashed across Mo Qianshan's face, "Go. Let me see Dabei when I have time. I prepared a gift for him."
Subei was silent for three seconds, and then she said softly, "Actually, I really appreciate you."
After speaking, Subei opened the door and walked out.
A smile appeared on Mo Qianshan's face, as if he was somewhat satisfied and dissatisfied.
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After a few days of rest, Subei began writing a new script.
In fact, it is not unreasonable that writers are a bit neurotic.
If writing is a hobby, you really can't stop.
Lusheng’s movies have been selling well, and now they have broken through one billion. Subei originally wanted to take a rest.
However, she found that if she did not write, she would feel empty and unreliable in her heart.
Hua Jinan has been very busy recently, and they hardly have any chance to meet every day.
Subei didn't know if he was afraid to disturb him or didn't want to upset her, he kept sleeping next door.
She never climbed into her bed in the middle of the night, nor did she want to come back to sleep.
Tonight, after taking a bath, Subei leaned on the bedside for a while and fell asleep.
Hua Jinan came back a few hours earlier than usual. As soon as Subei turned off the lights, he opened the door.
He first looked at Subei by the bed, then reached out and turned on the light.
Subei opened his eyes and looked at him, smiling slightly, "You are back!"
When Hua Jinan saw Subei's smiling face at him, his heart softened. He stepped to the front of Subei and took her in his arms.
There is a fragrance of green grass in his embrace, with the breath of wind and dust.
"My wife, I miss you so much!"
The stubble on his chin was slightly blue, rubbing against her forehead, itching painfully.
Subei hid in his arms, "What's wrong with you?"
Hua Jinan let go of Subei, it was obvious in his eyes that he could no longer miss you obviously, "I just miss you very much."
Subei smiled faintly, "I was at home and didn't go far."
The man shook her hand and said softly, "I have been too busy recently and left you out. Are you angry?"
Subei shook his head, "No."
She knew early on that Hua Jinan was a busy person.