Chapter 2200: Just like being with me so much? "

This is a very interesting phenomenon.
The play hasn't aired yet, but the opening song and episode have become popular.
As a singer, Qiao Mianmian is naturally red.
It's just that netizens don't know that both songs were sung by Qiao Mianmian.
Because of this, netizens' evaluation of Qiao Mianmian's two songs is particularly high without black spots being involved in it, which is almost 100% praise rate.
There are also professional music commentators who say that Qiao Mianmian is a good voice in the song industry in the past ten years. In short, even professional commentators have rated her highly.
Qiao Mianmian didn't dare to think about it, if netizens knew that those two songs were sung by her, what would be the reaction and evaluation.
Qiao Mianmian replied to Linda: Sister Xie, I will arrive at the venue on time tomorrow.
After she returned to Linda, Mo Yesi held a hair dryer in her hand and waved at her: "Come here, I'll blow your hair."
"Oh."
Qiao Mianmian walked over and sat down beside the bed.
Mo Yesi turned on the hair dryer, picked up a strand of hair, and slowly blew her hair.
The wind blowing from the hair dryer was warm and the temperature was very suitable, blowing on her scalp at once.
Mo Yesi's slender fingers were also lightly pressed on her scalp. The proper force and temperature let Qiao Mianmian's scalp relax completely, blowing and blowing, and she was a little drowsy.
Every time after taking a bath, Mo Yesi blows her hair.
During the blowing, he will also massage her scalp and cervical spine.
A man like Mo Yesi has been served and raised by a man since he was a child, and now this man who grows up with respect is serving her.
Qiao Mianmian was filled with sweetness and happiness in her heart. She squinted her eyes, her face was sleepy, and her voice was a little confused: "Mo Yesi, when we are old, you will blow me like this Hair?"
"Of course." The man answered without hesitation.
"really."
"Well, really. Blow you for life."
"Mo Yesi."
"Ok?"
"you are so nice."
Qiao Mianmian's voice was lazy, so sleepy that his eyes could not be opened, and his head shook.
When people are about to fall asleep and drunk, they are the easiest to tell the truth.
Because this time, the consciousness will be less sober, and there will not be too much resistance to everything outside.
Qiao Mianmian narrowed his eyes and said in a loud voice: "Mo Yesi, it's good to marry you. If I have the next life, I will marry you and be your wife."
Mo Yeji's movements were on the hand, and the man's dark eyes flashed with light. After a few seconds, he continued to blow her hair. The voice of the opening was soft and unreasonable: "I will marry me in my next life." ?you sure?"
"Well, I'm sure." Qiao Mianmian couldn't do it anymore, and his head shook again.
Mo Yesi leaned over and pressed her head gently to his chest, letting her lean against his chest.
The man's brows and eyes are all smiles with indulgence: "Just like being with me so much?"
"Well." Qiao Mianmian lay on his chest, half-sleeping and awake, habitually looped his waist, hugged him, and rubbed his face against his chest, "I like it, I like it. "
Mo Yesi glanced down at her, adjusted the hair dryer to the minimum level, reached out and touched her head, and stopped talking.
Slowly, Qiao Mianmian's eyes closed completely.