Master's Fascinating And Valiant Wife

"Wan, my daughter is born an abstract painter. The focus of her paintings is not similarity, but the meaning." Pei Yihuan took the hair dryer and shuttled her big hand through her black and soft hair, which is natural.

Hearing the speech, Mo Wan's eyes couldn't help twitching: "Mr. Pei, please tell me what the meaning of your daughter's painting on your face is?"

What's the meaning of turning her daddy's cheek into a combination of iron man and pig Bajie?

"This is my daughter's way of expressing love..." Mr. Pei raised his eyebrows and said with great seriousness: "why doesn't my daughter draw on other people's faces? What does this mean? My daughter loves me."

Mo rolled his eyes wordlessly and patted Mr. Pei's chest angrily: "Mr. Pei, that's because your daughter doesn't know others. How can she paint on others' faces!"

"That's because others have no luck." Mr. Pei's eyes narrowed slightly and his face was satisfied.

He was about to speak, but his body was pulled. Mo pulled the whole body and lay on his strong thigh. His big hand shuttled through her hair and let the warm wind dry.

Quietly close her eyes. She enjoys Mr. Pei's service. It's hot and comfortable. It makes people feel sleepy.

"Mrs. Pei..." he called softly.

Without any reaction, Mo Wan closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Dissatisfied, he bent over, his hot thin lips kissed wantonly, and kissed her chin densely.

The itching from his chin woke Mo up and kissed his lips, but he couldn't help laughing when he looked at Mr. Pei's mixed face of iron man and pig Bajie.

"Mr. Pei, you'd better wash your face quickly..." she rubbed his face with her hand and sighed loudly: "Mr. Pei looks more and more like pig Bajie, nose, mouth and eyes!"

"I'm like pig Bajie. What's Mrs. Pei, eh?" his big hand deliberately scratched her neck and his eyes narrowed slightly: "pig Bajie's wife?"

"No, Mr. Pei is pig Bajie, and I am Chang'e." she couldn't help laughing and avoiding: "pig Bajie and Chang'e, Mr. Pei is pig Bajie, and then wants to eat Chang'e meat, but it's a pity that he can't eat it!"

"Can't eat?" Pei Yihuan gently picked the ending, and his strong body directly pressed Mo Wan: "don't say you can't eat, it's killing Chang'e in bed now. Do you think anyone will know?"

Mo rolled his eyes silently: "Mr. Pei, can you be serious?"

"What's serious? Can you eat?" Mr. Pei Yingting's face was full of confusion. He felt it carelessly and took off all her clothes.

Next, then a spring

The next morning.

Mo Qingfei is still sleeping. It's already 12 o'clock at noon. She doesn't mean to wake up at all.

When he opened the door, Lin Suyun frowned and looked puzzled. He walked over and pushed Mo Qingfei's body: "why didn't you go to the film?"

"I won't shoot!" she dropped a sentence. She reached out and pulled the quilt, covered her face, and then continued to sleep.

"Why don't you shoot? You're not a supporting actress in this play, and you point to me to let you fight for breath. Get up now." Lin Suyun hates iron and doesn't become steel: "now that you finally have a chance, you still sleep here and refuse to get up!"

"What to shoot! What's there to shoot!" he opened the quilt and Mo Qingfei jumped up from the bed angrily: "do you know what I've been shooting all day? It's a maid's play from beginning to end. I've been splashed with cold water and slapped in the face. I won't shoot anymore!"

"If you eat bitterly, you will become a master. Why don't you even understand this truth? If you don't eat bitterness now and want to be a big star, are you daydreaming!"

Lin Suyun poked her forehead angrily. She didn't work hard since childhood. Now she has a chance, she still doesn't work hard!

"What daydream? I'm a servant girl, and I'm still a servant girl who doesn't pull the scourge. I'm angry with her all day. It's just that the investor is still the practitioner of Zuo LAN. I can't think of any way to toss me around one day. I won't shoot it. I really won't shoot it!"

After getting up, Mo Qingfei sat on the sofa, turned on the LCD, and kept muttering.

"It's enough to face one practitioner. Now I'm even allowed to face two. I'm angry all day. I don't want to do it. Mo Qingfei didn't make a movie just to be angry. It's ridiculous!"

Lin Suyun also sighed. If she had to face Mo Wan all day and be commanded by her, she might be angry in a few days! >

At the moment, Mo Wan's trample is still standing on his head, so she can understand Qingfei's mood.

"But President Pei sent you in. If you don't play well, how can I tell president Pei again?"

Mo Qingfei raised her eyebrow: "Mom, you are so smart. There must be a way. Next time, try to let me play female number one."

Between their words, a picture appeared on the LCD screen, and the hostess's sweet and crisp voice echoed in the room:

"Nowadays, the entertainment industry can be described as a big dye vat. There are all kinds of things, such as wine accompaniment door, sleeping accompaniment door and chest attack door. Today, according to the insider, in order to win the chance to play, the third tier actress goes to bed with the director. The key point is that there is more than one director. It can only be said that the actresses have a wide range of contacts!"

Then, group after group of photos appeared on the screen, all of which were photos of Mo Qingfei and different directors when they were passionate. Important parts were mosaic, but there was no face.

Lin Suyun's eyes fell on the screen, then trembled and turned pale, like a bolt from the blue: "what's going on?"

Seeing this, Mo Qingfei's surprised eyes also looked at the past, and the whole person was petrified in place like a sculpture.

Several bright words flashed on Nuo Da's screen - the sleeping door behind the third tier actress.

"Oh, my God! What can I do now?" Lin Suyun was dying of anxiety. He was still scolding Mo Qingfei angrily: "you don't learn well all day. What's going on outside? These photos were picked out and put on TV. Do you want to be angry to death before I'm willing!"

"Don't talk, I'm bored now!" Mo Qingfei's face didn't have a trace of blood.

How can she live if these photos are picked out and put on TV?

"Annoying! You know it! Why don't you bother when you do these things!" Lin Suyun scolded. "