"I was very touched just now," she still felt that her heart was full of words to say, and she also picked up a strawberry and handed it to his mouth, "Why don't you say a few more words?"
Mo Qingcheng smiled, opened his mouth, and bit the strawberry she handed over: "Get used to it. I talk too much, but it's not good for her."
Suddenly, he was referring to some of his fans. She would definitely feel that the top card treats this girl very favorably, attracting a wide range of attacks or something... Or this girl pretended to confess and really hugged her thigh
T. T...
She remembered the poor hacked id: Slowly, Mo Qingcheng suddenly remembered something. He picked up the phone from the table, moved his arm around her, put her in his arms, and swiped Weibo. . In the "Messages" function area, countless messages are displayed in an instant. Basically... They are all confession, all kinds of confession, implicitly intense, gentle and straightforward... "I usually don't accept strangers@, I can only accept friends. Private messaging is also closed. This message area seems to be a new feature. You see, I always receive these," he explained in a low voice, "I used to think that if I have a girlfriend, I might turn my face on seeing these."
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Well, she is a little jealous TT...
"So..." He laughed, and stopped as soon as he wanted to go on.
It happened to be @, she glanced at her name, she was a very famous painter and a friend of Chen Qingci. I actually hand-painted a picture of Q. The picture shows Chen Qingci wearing a headset and holding a strawberry, feeding... a golden pig...
The painter did not forget to tease: "There are so many beautiful things in the world, and the top card only loves that little golden pig, ah little golden pig..."
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Become a golden pig for God's horse...
No, how come you feed strawberries so coincidentally...
She hasn't finished thinking about it, and Chen Qingci has pressed forward comfortably, by the way @声声慢: Thank you, but the little golden pig is not fat, it's like... Yingying holds that thin.
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Really so thin
Wait... (⊙ o ⊙)...
When have you held it...
"So, I must let others know clearly that I already have a girlfriend," Mo Qingcheng put aside the phone and made a concluding remark, "it will save a lot of unnecessary problems."
So... Is it so high-profile...
Really a considerate person.
Every girl may have this dream, that is, the person you like, the star in the eyes of some people, but he tells everyone very plainly that he has belonged to you... Women's happiness will make the women around them jealous, and men's Happiness will make all women jealous...
In fact, men really rarely show happiness.
She was still moved, and she felt warm on her waist, and Mo Qingcheng actually took a quick measurement: "Indeed, just as I thought, I hold it with a full grip."
Measure your waist with your hands.
Completely ambiguous movements, like a skin-on blind date... Gu Sheng was still trapped in warm emotions, and subconsciously raised his head to look at him. His eyes were so dark, reflecting the light of a lamp, and the lines of the bridge of his nose and jaw were so smooth, as if A stroke of outline.
It's not good enough.
She looked at him and was also looked at by him.
Then he was smiling, and plugged the plug-in earphone into the right ear.
He turned on the multi-meter music on the phone, and the familiar melody began like this.
The person who sings is himself, the leading adult of Qing Guo Qingcheng, softly humming "Slow Lovesickness", soft and lazy, as if to sing to her:
"Who can tell the sound of the flute far and near? After the morning bell, there is a twilight drum. Slow lovesickness, lovesickness slow, straight lovesickness, it is useless, but I feel lovesickness, it has become bone..."
There is a picture mirror in front of her eyes, born out of songs.
Bluestone trails, morning bells and evening drums, water mist and long flutes.
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"When did you record it..." Why don't I know
He chuckled softly: "A few days ago."
"Is it a club activity? Or a birthday greeting..."
"For you," Mo Qingcheng couldn't help but joking, "Except for the perfect anniversary, I have not accepted any events for several years, nor have I recorded birthdays and event blessings."
Yes…
She has forgotten.
There seemed to be something slowly spreading out of his chest, and it was so warm that people couldn't help but laugh.
"Ten songs are recorded," he continued, "all of them are ancient style."
She hummed.
After thinking about it, he reached out to touch the strawberry and fed it to his mouth: "Reward you."
Mo Qingcheng bit the strawberry, couldn't help but laugh, and complained vaguely: "Only one strawberry?"
Gu Sheng also felt stingy, and immediately added: "I will buy you a lot of delicious food tomorrow..."
Before he finished speaking, the voice was gone.
He fed a strawberry into her mouth, half forcing her to eat it, and the sweet and fragrant taste spread between the two people's lips and teeth. He finally left her lips and couldn't help but licked her lips: "This strawberry is good, it's very sweet."
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