This is probably a collection of all the movies she has participated in, some of which are even friendly guest appearances that even she has no impression of. She has been in the industry for more than ten years, the most recent and the farthest. [No pop-up novel website www.baoliny.com]
After Chi Huan sat at the end of the bed for a while, he got up and went to the kitchen.
A man is cutting potatoes into shreds.
He was still wearing the same black trousers and dark blue shirt. He was cool and cold, with a slender figure and a focused temperament. His fingers were clean and beautiful, and his movements were rhythmic and neat.
In fact, it is no longer appropriate for him to cook with his current status, not to mention that he is wearing a formal suit, but he is standing in front of the glass table with his sleeves rolled up, his aura is contradictory, but he also exudes an indescribable feeling. Charm.
Before Chi Huan could get behind the man, he noticed her approach. He slowed down the pace of chopping vegetables and did not look back. He smiled softly and said in a sultry voice, "It's because the movie is not good. Still miss me?"
Chi Huan, "..."
She walked over, stood beside him and watched him skillfully cutting potatoes, and said casually, "You didn't prepare those movies yourself, did you?"
It seems that going to sea is a temporary decision, or...has he already planned this
But he clearly ordered his bodyguards to prepare the yacht in the elevator of the hospital... The cooking was also decided on the spur of the moment while visiting the mall.
Mo Shiqian glanced sideways at her, raised the corners of his lips and smiled, "Why, none of the movies they selected are your favorite?"
Chi Huan stared at his side face, pursed his lips and said, "I acted it all."
The man's chopping action paused for a few seconds.
But it only took a few seconds for him to continue, with his thin lips still smiling slightly, "Maybe they are trying to please you for me? Who knew that you would find it annoying to watch the movie you acted in?"
Chi Huan groaned and sighed with unknown meaning, "That's it..."
He looked at her, "Otherwise, what do you think it is?"
"No, I'm going to the deck to get some fresh air. Call me when the meal is ready."
"Um."
This is just a small song, if I hadn't suddenly remembered that Xia Tangtang once mentioned... that he had watched every one of her movies and was a fan of hers.
Mo Shiqian himself probably doesn't like watching movies very much... What's more, as Fengxing said, he has been very busy in the past few years, so busy that he doesn't even have time to sleep, so how can he still have time to watch movies.
and…
She lay on the railing, tilting her head to look at the seaside city that was gradually going away, and her mood suddenly dropped.
When she thought of Xia Tangtang, she thought of Little Mango...
This was an existence that she had been subconsciously ignoring for this period of time.
His daughter, his biological child.
When we are not together, the questions we think about are very realistic - does he love her or not, and whether they have a future. There is no time at all and no energy to care about and think about the past.
There seemed to be an extremely tacit understanding and a gentle and strange distance between him and Xia Tangtang, because neither of them had the slightest possessiveness towards each other, no feelings, at least no love, but Little Mango—
My child, she will always be an unbreakable bond.
It is impossible to say that you don't mind, but now you are far away in Jiangcheng, so those things seem very far away, but being far away does not mean that they do not exist.
While Mo Shiqian was preparing the meal and looking for someone, she was still lying there in a daze.
Her long hair was tied into a bun, and only some short pieces of hair were still floating in the sea breeze.
He walked over, hugged her from behind, looked down at her face and stared at the sullen expression on her face before she could take it back, his eyes became secretive, and asked in a low voice, "Are you hungry and unhappy?"
She raised her face, and the expression she had just now disappeared quickly, as if it was just a man's illusion, and her tone was a bit resentful, "It's already one o'clock in the afternoon, do you think I'm hungry?"
The man lowered his head and kissed her lips, "You can eat."
She took the initiative to hold his hand and said, "Let's go."
Mo Shiqian's eyes were dark, but there were no emotions or ups and downs on his face, and he allowed her to pull him in.
The dishes are very rich. Except for the seafood, which has local characteristics, Chi Huan doesn't dislike it and doesn't usually eat too much. She basically likes everything else.
While ladling the soup, Chi Huan pursed his lips and asked, "In Paris... do you often cook?"
"No."
"Then..." She had been thinking just now, and originally wanted to ask, but she swallowed all the words when they reached her lips.
Mo Shiqian kept staring at him. When he saw that she only said one word, he paused and lowered his head to drink the soup. He then asked calmly, "What is that?"
After finishing the soup, she raised her head and smiled at him, "Nothing, I just want to say that you haven't cooked in these years, and your cooking skills don't seem to have deteriorated at all."
He smiled lightly, "It's still better than you."
"He is better than me, so whenever I need to cook in the future, I will still ask Mr. Mo to show up - after all, those who can do more work."
The man looked at her funny.
After a while, a faint word "good" fell down.
She was stunned and raised her head to look at him, only to find that the man opposite him was elegantly peeling the crab in his hand with his eyes lowered.
Okay.
… …
After meal.
Jiangcheng was already far away from them, so far away that they could no longer see it. Only the very faint golden sunlight leaked from the clouds and fell straight on the endless blue sea.
Chi Huan asked Mo Shiqian to take a photo of her.
"It's a nice photo. Although I heard that straight men's photography skills are scary, but a professional photographer like me has a face that has no blind spots, so it shouldn't look ugly in the photo, right?"
She muttered as she turned on the camera of her phone and handed it to him.
The man glanced at it and said, "Use mine."
"Well... okay then."
Mo Shiqian obviously didn't have any photography skills, which could be seen from his casual posture, but she didn't plan to post it on social platforms. She just wanted to leave a souvenir on a whim, so she didn't say anything more.
A minute later, the man handed her the phone.
Chi Huan took it with a smile.
Then,"… "
excuseme
Mo Shiqian saw her staring at the phone screen for a long time, with an obviously unhappy expression.
He lowered his eyes and said, "Isn't it beautiful?"
She raised her head and smiled, "Of course she is beautiful. How could I not be beautiful?"
"You don't look very satisfied."
"Am I supposed to be happy looking at myself who is only 1.4 meters tall?"
Mo Shiqian, “…”
"You are more than 1.4 meters tall."
"Of course I'm more than 1.4 meters tall!"
Under her angry eyes, the man remained silent.
This is the result of the shooting. Is it his fault
Chi Huan decisively deleted the height-disabled version of himself.
Mo Shiqian, on the other hand, had rarely seen her bulging with anger recently. Her heart strings were plucked, as if a light and soft feather had brushed the tip of her heart, which was itching terribly. Without any hesitation, he put his arms around her waist and pressed her against the railing, then lowered his head and kissed her.