"Sleep." Qin Moling cut off her thoughts.
He can't stand people who are addicted to games the most, and he tolerates her because she is his wife, and she never delays work when playing games, and she has strong self-control.
But tolerating her does not mean indulgence without a bottom line.
It is impossible for him to disobey the things that he has repeatedly declared and five orders to Qin Xing that are not allowed.
"If you can't sleep, I have melatonin." He said again.
Can not take medicine, try not to eat.
Jian Hang was not discouraged, "Games are like drinking. Drinking too much will hurt your body. Occasionally, drinking two liang will promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, which is good for your body and mind."
Qin Moling: "..."
He didn't want to make her angry, "Jian Hang, I didn't mean to make you unhappy. If it's something else, I'll offer you to help you."
"I'm just talking casually. I've played that game account for several years, and I'm a bit reluctant." After a pause, Jian Hang said: "It's nothing, it's just a game account."
Qin Moling was unmoved, but his voice was calm, "Is it okay to sleep? I have to get up early tomorrow to put on makeup."
When it comes to makeup and taking pictures, Jian Hang can't ignore tomorrow's complexion. If he stays up all night, no matter how thick the foundation is, he can't cover his pale face, so she turns on the light.
Qin Moling looked at her, "What are you doing?"
Jian Hang said: "Look for melatonin."
Qin Moling sat up propped up, "You don't need to come down, I'll get it."
Jian Hang herself has melatonin, "Go to sleep." She pointed to the sofa on the other side, "I have it in my bag."
Qin Moling had already got out of bed, took out the medicine, poured a glass of warm water and brought it.
She squeezed the pills from his palm, and Qin Moling put the water glass to her mouth just in time.
Jian Hang was not used to being fed water, so she took the water cup by herself and took a few mouthfuls of medicine.
On the night of Zhong Yanfei's formation, she went to the hospital to hang water, and her clothes were wet from the pain. When the pain was so unbearable, she came up with an unrealistic and absurd idea, whether he would suddenly appear in Sucheng.
But she knew that he was abroad.
After taking the medicine, Jian Hang lay down to sleep, and suffered for dozens of minutes, slowly being swept away by sleepiness, and his consciousness gradually became chaotic.
Before going to bed, her mind is full of her game number, so that her dream is also related to the game.
In the dream, she kept running with a gun in her hand, going through valleys, islands, and climbing walls and roofs. Anyway, she was so exhausted that she kept running and couldn't stop.
There was another wall in front of her. She suddenly lost her strength, and finally climbed up the wall. When she wanted to jump down, her eyes were dark.
"Gudong", Jian Hang shuddered and woke up from his dream.
The sofa wasn't spacious enough, and she almost slipped down.
Jian Hang sat up in the dark, the dream just now was too real, she sat up slowly.
At two o'clock in the morning, Qin Moling was woken up when he seemed to be asleep.
He turned his head to look at the sofa, fearing that the sudden noise would scare her, so he turned on the bedside wall lamp.
Jian Hang apologized: "I woke you up."
"No. I haven't fallen asleep all this time." Qin Moling asked, "You took medicine, why are you still awake?"
Jian Hang told the truth: "I was dreaming and woke up with fright. I almost slipped off the sofa." After she finished speaking, she felt that it was inappropriate, she shouldn't have said the latter sentence.
Qin Moling got out of bed and walked over, "Go to bed and sleep."
Jian Hang: "No need. I fell asleep and I'm not sleepy anymore."
"It's only past two o'clock, and it's still early in the morning." Qin Moling knew her temperament, and it was useless to talk too much. He leaned over, put one arm around her waist, and put the other hand through the bend of her leg, and hugged her horizontally. .
Originally, he wanted to hug her through the hem of the skirt, but the hem of the nightdress was not long enough, and her thigh was directly pressed against his arm.
I can't tell who has the temperature on whose body.
Jian Hang didn't expect that he would suddenly force her to sleep on the bed, but he didn't reject being hugged by him. Now that she was in his arms, his beautiful skin was close to his eyes again.
It would be self-deception to say that she had no idea about him.
What she didn't know was that she was not the only one who was distracted.
Qin Moling's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he felt it, but he wasn't going to force a woman who didn't want to share the bed with him.
He strode to the bed with her in his arms, and put her on the bed, "I sleep on the sofa." He turned off the bedside wall lamp.
With the light of the balcony, he lay down on the sofa, calmed down for a moment, and pulled the quilt over his body.
Why did you hug her just now.
After thinking for a long time, I didn't think of a reason.
Jian Hang kept holding his breath, the pillow and quilt were full of his faint smell.
Qin Moling lay on his side with his eyes closed, trying to let go as much as possible, not thinking about anything.
At half past four in the morning, the two woke up around the same time.
None of them slept soundly.
Unable to fall asleep at all, Jian Hang simply got up.
After a simple wash, she took a bottle of soda and went to the terrace, and within two minutes she returned to the house.
The wind was strong, she was only wearing a nightgown, and she was a bit cold, so she found a lady's nightgown in the closet and put it on. She tied the belt as she walked, and went back to the terrace to watch the sea.
Qin Moling didn't intend to sleep anymore, so he got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
He is a normal man with normal physiological needs, and now he can only relieve himself.
The more you look forward to the dawn, the darker the sky will be.
After Jian Hang drank a bottle of water, she felt the sea breeze blowing for an hour. She went back to her room and checked the time on her mobile phone. It was only 4:59.
I thought an hour had passed, but in fact it was only twenty minutes.
The makeup artist comes at seven o'clock, how to spend the remaining hours.
Jian Hang was thinking about what to do next when the bathroom door opened.
When Qin Moling came out, he took a shower and changed into trousers and a shirt. He needed to wear a suit for the wedding photo in the morning, so he changed in advance.
Judging by his attire, he doesn't intend to go back to sleep again.
Qin Moling went to the terrace with his notebook in his hand. There were leisure tables and chairs on the terrace. He was working on the terrace, so he happened to be able to accompany Jian Hang. Because she was dizzy with 3D and couldn't play the game, she must feel uncomfortable.
There were two chairs, and he chose the one closest to Jian Hang to sit down.
The sea breeze lifted the hem of Jian Hang's nightgown and kept sweeping his trouser legs.
Jian Hang didn't move farther to the side, and Qin Moling didn't change his sitting position either.
She leaned against the balcony railing and looked down at her mobile phone, without bothering each other. Inadvertently raising her head, she saw Qin Moling's computer screen clearly from this angle.
His wechat was logged in simultaneously on the computer, and Qin Moling was looking for Secretary Gao's dialogue box.
When Jian Hang saw her profile picture, Qin Moling's note to her was: Wife
She thought he would directly note her name.
Qin Moling was typing in the dialog box, in case there were any commercial secrets, Jian Hang turned around consciously.
She leaned on the railing, looking at the sea level.
Finally, when it was dawn, Qin Moling called for breakfast.
Jian Hang told him, "If you order a meal for one person, I won't eat it."
Qin Moling had already dialed the number and pressed it again, "If you're angry, you are angry at me. It's because I don't learn how to play games. Don't make it difficult for your body. Did you forget the stomachache a few days ago?"
He is not negotiable: "Breakfast must be eaten."
Jian Hang: "... I'm out of breath."
She explained, "When I eat, my stomach is not so flat, and it doesn't look good in a wedding dress. I will eat after the photo is taken."
Qin Moling glanced at her waist. She had a thin waist and a flat stomach, and she was a little thinner than before her business trip. It would not affect her wedding dress after eating breakfast.
"That's half full."
He calls for dinner.
Jian Hang heard him say to the hotel waiter in English: "One boiled egg, fully cooked."
After two seconds, he said again: "Yes, I'm fully familiar with it."
She doesn't like soft-boiled eggs, he remembered this detail.
Twenty minutes later, breakfast was delivered to the room.
Jian Hang's breakfast consisted of only one boiled egg and half a glass of orange juice.
The boiled eggs were placed in the egg cup, and Jian Hang was just about to serve the egg cup when Qin Moling reached out and took the egg. Before she went on a business trip to Sucheng, he took the initiative to peel tea eggs for her. She didn't eat them, so she will make up for them today.
After peeling the boiled eggs, he put them back in the egg cup.
"Thank you." Jian Hang picked up the egg cup and took a bite of the egg. I don't know when, in front of Qin Moling, she stopped paying attention to dining etiquette.
At seven o'clock, the makeup artist arrived as scheduled.
All the clothes that Jian Hang wore for the photo shoot today were wedding dresses. There are three styles in total, with different styles.
She thought it was a wedding dress provided by the photography studio, but when chatting with the makeup artist, she learned that there was a dress that Qin Moling borrowed from Paris, and it was an exhibition item.
Every wedding dress has won her heart, and she has tried all of them just now, and she herself feels that her eyes are bright.
[thanks. ] She sent it to Qin Moling.
Qin Moling: [Thank you for what?]
Jian Hang looked at Qin Moling from the vanity mirror, and he happened to look over too. Their eyes met in the mirror, and she pointed to the wedding dress on her body.
Qin Moling understood what it meant, looked away, and lowered his head to type: [My mother asked a friend to borrow it.]
He asked again: [Which one do you like?]
Jian Hang: [All are good. I like the last one I tried on best.]
The last one is a diamond wedding dress, which is both fairy and dreamy. It glows all over the body, noble and luxurious.
Qin Moling also thinks that one looks good, and will order one for her when the wedding is held.
The first wedding dress was shot next to the hotel. After walking for a few minutes, the photographer planned to take pictures while walking.
Mrs. Qin told the photographer a long time ago, saying that the young couple had a flash marriage and had no relationship basis. She wanted to use the wedding dress to promote their relationship.
The photographer was paid a lot of money, and in addition to taking pictures, he also had a part-time job as an emotional assistant.
For couples without feelings, shooting a wedding dress is similar to filming a movie, and they need to get into the state slowly. So when shooting the first wedding dress, the photographer didn't ask Qin Moling and Jian Hang to do too intimate actions, only simply holding hands.
The photographer asked them to hold each other's hands and walk up the trail.
Jian Hang held the hem of the wedding dress with both hands, waiting for Qin Moling to take the initiative to hold her.
Qin Moling saw through her thoughts, and he stretched out his hand.
Even if she doesn't lift her skirt, he will hold her first and won't let her take the initiative.
Jian Hang handed him his hand, and Qin Moling gently held it.
His fingertips were pressed against her palm, as if a current flowed through him.
This is the first time they hold hands, in a small town she likes.
Jian Hang pretended to be calm and turned his head to look at the sea.
The photographer explained just now that they can do whatever they want, such as looking at each other and chatting, or admiring the scenery next to them, they can do whatever they want comfortably.
But now, she couldn't think of a suitable topic to talk to Qin Moling. The awkward chat affected her facial expressions instead, so she simply admired the Aegean Sea under the blue sky and white clouds.
Seeing that the trail was coming to an end, they had no communication.
Qin Moling looked sideways at the people around her. Today, her hair was coiled up, revealing the smooth back of her neck, which was long and soft. The back is straight, soft and strong.
Sensing Qin Moling looking at her, Jian Hang suddenly turned his head.
Qin Moling didn't avoid her gaze, "Cooperate, if you can't take a good shot, you have to take it again, it's a waste of time."
Jian Hang asked: "How can I cooperate?"
Qin Moling didn't know how to cooperate, he just didn't like her turning her back to him all the time.
The photographer called to stop and told them to go back to the starting point and walk the gravel trail again.
This time, the photographer added some intimacy to them. He asked Jian Hang to face Qin Moling, back away, and grab Qin Moling's hand with both hands.
Photographers never shoot this kind of cookie-cutter action, but today's customers are couples without emotion, and such actions are necessary.
Jian Hang did as he did, clasped Qin Moling's wrist with his left hand, and grabbed some of his fingers with his right hand.
His fingers are long and slender, with distinct joints, no matter how many times he looks at him, he can never get too many. Now this hand is in hers.
The state of her and Qin Moling at this moment is like a young couple in love, while she looks like she is acting like a baby with her boyfriend.
If it wasn't for taking pictures, or the photographer asking her to do so, she would never be able to act coquettishly in her life.
Jian Hang and Qin Moling didn't look directly at each other, she just glanced past his face, before she could see his eyes clearly, she hastily looked away.
Walking to the middle of the trail, Jian Hang asked the photographer, "Are you all right?"
"No, I'll stop when I'm done."
The implication is that I didn't tell you to stop and you just kept going.
Jian Hang's palms were sweating, she wore wedding gloves, but it was useless.
This glove is specially designed, and the fingers are all exposed, so there is no difference between wearing it and not wearing it.
She let go of Qin Moling's wrist, and slightly opened her five fingers to face the sea breeze, trying to dry it as soon as possible.
Qin Moling grabbed her hand and brought it over, put her hand on his shirt sleeve and wiped it, and after he wiped it, he held it in his hand again. Qin Moling eased the atmosphere, "Do you know why your hands sweat easily?"
Jian Hang looked at him, "Why?"
Qin Moling: "I've played too many games."
Jian Hang: "..."
He clearly connoted her.
She laughed angrily.
"Jian Hang, I'm sorry about the game." Qin Moling took this opportunity to express his attitude: "You are my wife, and I should fulfill all your demands, but I can't do this. I'm not interested in games, and I don't have time to learn."
Next, is the main point he wants to say, "I don't want you to feel that I'm perfunctory because of this matter. You can ask me for any request in the future."
Jian Hang didn't expect that he would be so serious about such a small matter, "You don't need to apologize for this matter. I won't misunderstand that you are perfunctory." In fact, it is enough to say this.
She added: "I will tell you what happens in the future."
Unfortunately, there was no love between her and him.
If they were a loving couple, and he loved her and tolerated her so much, what more could he ask for.
But it's pretty good now.
Responsibility, understanding and tolerance, he gave her all.
All their interactions are captured on camera by the photographer.
The two wedding dresses took four hours to shoot, and the photographer injected water for more than two hours. Jian Hang and Qin Moling had no objections, as if four hours passed in the blink of an eye.
There is also the last set of diamond wedding dresses, shooting the sunset background.
The sunset background is full of close-up shots of hugs and kisses. With a day of interaction, the photographer is sure to be able to capture the desired natural intimacy.
Putting on a diamond wedding dress, the stylist re-does Jian Hang's hairstyle.
After a short rest, they went to the shooting location.
When we arrived at the shooting location, the location of the sunset was just right, so there was no delay.
According to the photographer's request, Qin Moling needs to hug Jian Hang, bow his head and kiss her, to capture the artistic conception of the setting sun.
Like a dedicated director, the photographer demonstrated in person and told them how to move, "You put your arms around his neck, like this."
When his princess hugged her last night, she subconsciously wanted to wrap his arms around his neck, but she was finally defeated by reason.
It was the photographer who asked her to do this today, so she didn't feel burdened.
Jian Hang put his hands on his shoulders, and Qin Moling clasped her waist tightly.
She and Qin Moling had never been so ambiguous before, his face approached her inch by inch.
He should kiss her out of position, or maybe just get closer, but it's impossible to kiss her.
Jian Hang thought so in his heart.
Just as she thought, Qin Moling didn't kiss her, but was very close to her lips.
The photographer can't push their heads to let them kiss. Santorini is the first stop for their wedding photos, and there are seven scenic spots in the next few months. They are not in a hurry to take kiss photos.
The photographer looked for angles and photographed them like a couple in a kiss. In fact, when taking pictures, the kiss does not have to be real.
It's just that he wants to match the couple more.
The setting sun fell into the Aegean Sea, and their wedding photos came to an end.
The photographer captured an even more stunning picture than he had expected, and he called to stop, and today was the perfect end of the day.
Jian Hang was still hugging Qin Moling, she squinted her eyes in the "kissing" scene just now.
After taking pictures, she opened her eyes, and Qin Moling was looking at her.
As the photographer called to call it a day, their day of holding hands and embracing ended. She and Qin Moling were about to return to reality. She wanted to let go of him, but Qin Moling's arm suddenly tightened, and his hot breath fell. Come, stick her lips.