She picked up Luo Luo and wiped it dry. Mo Yu also went to take a shower. When she came out, she could still hear the sound from Luo Luo's room.
Mo Yu walked over and asked, "Luo Luo, why are you still not sleeping? Babies need to go to bed early to grow taller!"
The little guy is rolling on the bed, but he doesn't sleep. Aunt Yu explained: "Luo Luo asked me to tell him the story of Little Red Riding Hood you told before, but I won't tell."
What the hell is Little Red Riding Hood? Never heard of it! Mo Yu still rushed to Yu's sister-in-law and said, "Okay, I'll come!"
As she said that, she picked up Luo Luo, who was rolling around, and stuffed it under the duvet, and then smiled: "Baby, today we won't talk about Little Red Riding Hood, let's change to a new one and tell the story of Big Black Riding Hood!"
Luo Luo blinked her big black glazed eyes and looked at Mo Yu curiously.
Mo Yu said, "On a dark and windy night for a month, there was a big bear wearing a big black hat. It was very big, full of fangs, and it was full of meat. It could kill a zebra with a single slap..."
Luo Luo shivered under the covers, and then Rou Hu Hu's small hands quietly stretched out and grabbed Mo Yu's fingers.
Mo Yu glanced down at the lotus-like fleshy seam on the baby's wrist, and her heart suddenly melted. She continued, "It's hungry, and plans to eat an antelope first..."
"Mom, Luo Luo is sleepy and doesn't want to hear the story." The little guy yawned shakingly.
Moyu was very relieved, because she was hypnotized by this kind of story when she was a child, and it seemed to be quite useful. She kissed Luo Luo's little face: "Then baby close your eyes and have a good sleep!"
"Hmm." Luo Luo nodded and closed his eyes, his long eyelashes like a small fan, resting on his fleshy little face.
He didn't let go of Mo Yu's fingers, so Mo Yu didn't leave.
She stared at Luo Luo on the bed, thinking to herself, since she is here, she will take good care of this angel baby, and will not let him be like in the original book, so he is far away from his close relatives and ends up being carried away. Unknown ending!
As for who Luo Luo's father is, Mo Yu thought, maybe she can find a chance to get a piece of Xing Yichen's hair!
The next day, Mo Yu went to the studio early in the morning. Today, she has a duel with Ye Peicheng.
The plot goes like this: Mo Yu's father died of serious injuries because of a discussion with others. Mo Yu was very sad, because she found that her father's wound was poisonous, so she wanted to avenge her father.
However, Ye Peicheng stopped her, saying that it was too dangerous for her to go alone, and they should have a long-term plan.
Moyu felt that Ye Peicheng was greedy for life and feared death, and for the first time she lost her temper with him. However, when she woke up after being stunned by Ye Peicheng, she realized that Ye Peicheng persuaded her only because he was afraid that she was in danger. He planned to go alone, but she misunderstood him.
She hurriedly went to him, and happened to meet him covered in blood. He hugged her and said that he had avenged the master!
At that moment, it was the breaking point of their initial emotional development, and there was also the first real kiss scene between the two.
Because these scenes require emotional outbursts and require high emotional performance of the actors, Mo Yu arrived on the set early in the morning and was pondering how to deal with it. Until the director called her name.
The quarrel was at the door of Moyu's house. At this moment, Moyu had a sword in hand and happened to meet Ye Peicheng who came to stop him.
He grabbed her arm, his eyes were full of pain, but his tone was unmistakable: "You used to just die!"
Hearing this, she raised her eyes in shock: "What do you mean?"
"Yan'er, don't be impulsive, we'll have a long-term plan." Ye Peicheng held Mo Yu's shoulder.
Mo Yu raised her eyes to look at him and said irritably, "He is my father and your master, how can I think about it in the long run?"
Director: "Crack!"
He frowned and looked at Mo Yu: "Mo Yu, in front of you is your lover, your father was killed, and your lover sits by, how should you feel? Disappointment, sadness, right? It shouldn't be pure irritability. Bar?"
Mo Yu suddenly said, "I'm sorry, Director, I'll do it all over again!"
In other words, after she just assumed the role, she only had one idea, that is to kill the enemy and shoot him to death!
And Ye Peicheng actually blocked her. If she hadn't known that he was her 'lover', she would have knocked him to the ground with one palm.
Mo Yu thought, it seems that she still doesn't understand enough about the relationship of 'lover'.
"Okay, get ready!" the assistant director ordered, and the photographer adjusted the lens again.
Moyu lowered her head and didn't look at anyone. Just when the director was about to shout again, she suddenly raised her eyes slowly and looked at Ye Peicheng.
There was a feeling of disappointment and strangeness in her eyes, and her voice was light: "He is my father and your master, how can I think about it in the long run?"
Ye Peicheng clearly felt the strangeness. The expression on his face paused slightly, as if the strangeness had hurt his heart. He stared deeply at the girl in front of him, and the knife came quickly and accurately.
Then, Mo Yu in front of her fell down.
With this trick, Mo Yu doesn't need to rehearse at all, she is more professional than professional. She was completely relaxed and was picked up by Ye Peicheng.
"Crack!" The director was very satisfied: "Moyu, it's not like you can't act, why do you have to remind me every time to act well?"
Mo Yu bit her lip: "Maybe because I'm stupid, I have to direct you to do it."
One sentence made the director stunned for a moment, and then everyone burst out laughing.
After two days of getting along, many staff members of the crew fell in love with Qiao Moyu, a girl who felt that she was very straightforward in her speech, she was so beautiful, but she was not squeamish at all, and her personality was very pleasing.
Seeing that everyone around was smiling at Qiao Moyu, Xing Wanshuang's eyes flashed with a hint of evil. Yesterday, she read the comments on the makeup photos on her way home, and she felt bad.
Those people on the Internet have problems with their eyes, right? Qiao Moyu's photo is ugly and stupid, and they all say it's cute, so I want to be a screen saver? !
And that video, it's amazing to be able to flip a few volleys, hehe, it's just grandstanding! Unexpectedly, Ye Peicheng, who never gives a thumbs up, also likes it! She believed that Ye Peicheng must be slippery. That man was so unattainable that she even turned a blind eye to her several active gestures. How could she care about Qiao Moyu's pheasant? !
"Okay, get ready for the next scene." The director saw that everyone laughed enough, and reminded Moyu, "You found that your lover was covered in blood to avenge you, what do you think the expression should be?"
Mo Yu understood that the director had treated her well now, and this was indirectly teaching her how to act, so she said seriously, "Should it be distressed?"
"The guilt of misunderstanding him, the pain of seeing him hurt, and the relief of getting revenge!" The director sighed and said, "Get ready! At home at night, think about the script! If you don't understand when you get to the crew, ask again. senior."
"Okay." Mo Yu nodded humbly.
This time the shot is in a narrow alley, Moyu runs all the way until she finally sees Ye Peicheng.
He also saw her, their eyes met at the entrance of the alley, his body was covered in blood, his sword was propped on the ground, and he smiled at her.
Her eyes suddenly turned red, and she ran in front of him like a fly, but she didn't dare to touch him: "Lingcang, what's the matter with you? Where is the injury?"
The smile on his face deepened, with a sigh: "My injury is fine, Yan'er, I finally avenged Master!"
Saying that, he stretched out his arms and hugged her tightly.
At that moment, Ye Peicheng clearly felt the tension on Mo Yu's body, as if he was about to break free from his embrace and push him away.
He pulled back slightly, his cheeks turned slightly, and his lips moved at an angle that the camera couldn't capture: "Hold on."
His voice was so low that she could barely feel the slight vibration of his breath. However, the urge to break away just now was extinguished.
Mo Yu forced herself to calm down and gradually returned to her previous ethereal state. Then, she felt that Ye Peicheng gradually relaxed her, he lowered his head and stared at her, and then his eyes darkened.
It is said that Ye Peicheng is a natural actor, because he can be completely two people inside and outside the scene.
Outside the play, he is indifferent and deep, and his emotions are indifferent, but when he is acting, he can make any exaggerated and affectionate expressions. He has played a perverted murderer, a hysterical drug addict, and a simple and indifferent teacher.
And the screenwriter of this "Prosperity" helped him at the beginning, so he, who has not touched TV dramas for several years, directly accepted the role of the hero of this drama.
At this moment, his eyes were deep like a vortex, and there were bloodstains on his cheeks. His stunned beauty, with a fatal temptation, pressed his lips to Moyu little by little.
Mo Yu was really not used to being so close to a man. At this moment, she was not seduced by Ye Peicheng's affection and handsomeness. She found that she had come out of the ethereal state before. She was in a hurry and didn't listen. Until the director said 'click', so I don't know if I'm doing this right.
Until, she felt a hand covering her eyes, and then, there was an unfamiliar and refreshing breath at the end of her nose, the back of her head was buckled, and he took her and seemed to press her into his arms a little bit.
"Relax and don't move, just leave it to me." It was that low voice again. Even if Moyu couldn't see anything, she could almost feel that the lips of the man in front of her should be only a piece of paper away from her.
She didn't move, she felt the man clasped her hand and inserted it into her hair, and the temperature of the palm was imprinted on the back of her head. Suddenly, the clear breath on the nose became more obvious.
There was silence all around, only the traces of the wind blowing.
The author has something to say: Ye Yingdi: I'm so handsome, she doesn't even participate in the drama at all, and she dares to dislike my embrace!
Author Jin: What about the face