Chapter 67

Mo ShaoQing fell on the sofa in the living room and didn't want to move, but his eyes were patrolling around, not letting go of all the small details.

It was the first time that he saw other people's homes decorated in this way. It was completely his own favorite style, a combination of medieval and modern styles. It is good to have money. If he has money, he will dress like this.

While He Zixin and Ke Jinghuan were choosing rooms, Mo ShaoQing took the opportunity to go to the second floor. He really became more and more curious about whether this villa was set up by the program group, a private rental villa, or just a vacation homestay?

The second floor is obviously the place where the host's family lives. Going up the stairs, there is a blue-gray three-dimensional embroidered magpie bird background wall. There is a sky-blue cabinet in front of it and thick hand-made stalls on the corridor. Medieval oil paintings hung on the walls, and the wall lamps glowed with dim light.

Mo ShaoQing opened the door of the nearest room, but it was full of fitness equipment...

Fitness Equipment?

Mo ShaoQing was attracted, walked over and touched it, huh? It's really fitness equipment! And also spotlessly clean?

It seems that this place should be rented. How could the program group spend a lot of money to build such a gym? The fitness equipment here is very valuable!

Mo ShaoQing was about to exit the room, but was startled by the man leaning against the door in the shadow.

"Ah—" Mo ShaoQing saw the man almost screamed, but his mouth was covered by the man.

"Shhh-it's me." A chiseled man stood in the doorway in a bathrobe with backlight.

Mo ShaoQing blinked, making sure that he was not mistaken, and then put down his struggling hand, and was obediently embraced by the man in front of him in his warm arms.

However, it was the first time that Mo ShaoQing saw a man in a completely casual state, and appeared in this completely impossible place again. He couldn't help but feel a little dumbfounded, "You...Why are you here?"

"Don't you even miss me?" The man's disappointed voice came from above his head.

"Where is it?" Mo ShaoQing explained, looking downstairs behind him. The film crew didn't know where to go. It seemed that they had been arranged in advance.

"Well, there are others downstairs, will they come up?" Mo ShaoQing was still a little worried.

"Of course not, I have called the program team to arrange a room for them, and told them that this is a private villa, so you can't walk around!"

Mo ShaoQing was surprised and delighted, not knowing what to say: "How did you come here?"

Ling SenHao raised his eyebrows: "How else can I come here? The ferry!"

Mo ShaoQing: "What, you know what I mean, don't pretend to be stupid!"

Ling SenHao pretended to be sad, and sighed: "Something that has no conscience left me and left, and sent me half a text message, deliberately to make me worry, how can I not come?"

"Oh!" Mo ShaoQing suddenly realized that he hadn't finished editing the text message that day, and he didn't expect to send it out. He thought that the other party came over because of his own work, and his guilt deepened: "Sorry, I sent it that day. The text message was too rushed, blame me, I didn't notify you in advance, I—"

Ling SenHao pressed her finger to Mo ShaoQing's lips, "Stop talking, are you planning to apologize tonight?"

"No, hee hee!"

"Don't be hippie smiling!" Ling SenHao squeezed Mo ShaoQing's face, "Do you miss me?"

Where is this newly learned bad taste? Mo ShaoQing said inwardly: "Dang...you!"

"It's almost the same!"

Mo ShaoQing rubbed his ravaged face: "I haven't asked you, why are you here!"

"What do you think?" Ling SenHao asked rhetorically.

"It won't be... to meet me!" Mo ShaoQing thought in his heart, and said the same on his lips, the upturned corners of the mouth could not conceal the pride in his heart.

"Yes, the main purpose must be for you!" Ling SenHao pulled Mo ShaoQing to the opposite master bedroom.

Mo ShaoQing silently looked at this large suite of Chinese and Western blends, thinking of what Ling SenHao had just said and guessed: "Could this house be yours?"

"Hmm! I lent it to the show team, who made me a sponsor!"

Although Mo ShaoQing subconsciously believes that Mr. Ling should be rich, the only villa on this island actually belongs to him, which still makes Mo ShaoQing feel deeply and intuitively what it means to be rich.

But... the sponsor?

Mo ShaoQing relentlessly teased: "You are actually a sponsor of this show, what do you sponsor? Are you five hundred yuan of funding? The president of Dignity Entertainment is so stingy!"

Ling SenHao suddenly felt like he was lifting a rock and hitting himself in the foot. She was obviously a screenwriter's pot, and she wanted to throw herself away. If she didn't say anything, the five hundred dollars of funding might become the black history of her life!

Thinking of this, Ling SenHao said with a smile but a smile: "Otherwise, where do you think the pearls worth hundreds of thousands are? Where do they come from? Not from us stingy 'sponsors'!"

Mo ShaoQing's laughing expression stagnated, what? pearl? mission target?

Mo ShaoQing tried to squeeze a flattering expression: "Hey, you sponsored the pearl? Where is the pearl?"

Ling SenHao smirked: "Little bastard, now I know to please me..."

Mo ShaoQing is pitiful, this is not the same as the variety show he imagined. He doesn't eat well and sleeps well: "Tell me, I'm exhausted looking for this stuff these past two days!"

Mo ShaoQing is rarely acting like a baby? ? ? This person made Ling SenHao very useful, but still not confused by beauty, unswervingly refused: "No!"

Mo ShaoQing was not angry either, he suddenly thought of another question, "Then we came to this villa, wouldn't it be your hands and feet?"

"Huh huh," Ling SenHao did not deny, "otherwise you think, how can the villa key be so easy to obtain?"

Mo ShaoQing asked again: "But what if the person with the highest vote is not me?"

"I believe it must be you!"

"Hehehe!" Mo ShaoQing smirked, not knowing why he couldn't stop his smile.

At night, under the curved glass dome, they embraced the lovers.

"The stars are so bright tonight!" Mo ShaoQing reached out to touch the stars, but was grasped by Ling SenHao and put it in the quilt: "Stop making trouble, go to sleep, I don't think you have a good rest."

"I'm not sleepy anymore!" Mo ShaoQing also felt strange in his heart, just now downstairs obviously slumped on the sofa and can't get up, but now he is radiant.

"Since you don't want to sleep, let's do something meaningful..." After speaking, Ling SenHao lowered his head and found Mo ShaoQing's lips and rubbed them gently on his lips. Mo ShaoQing was a little nervous, but Soon, he began to respond to the other side as if there was something or not.

Ling SenHao was inspired and opened Mo ShaoQing's lips and teeth with the tip of his tongue, intertwined with Mo ShaoQing's tongue.

Xiaobie Jiusheng was newly married, and both of them couldn't control it.

"Hmm~" Mo ShaoQing let out a groan, "Hand... Don't... I'll have something to do tomorrow!"

Ling SenHao took out his hands from the Mo ShaoQing nightgown, stroked the opponent's face, and continued to kiss hard before releasing it. A silver thread is constantly involved between the two.

Ling SenHao never knew that his desires were so terrible before. On the one hand, Mo ShaoQing will have a show tomorrow, on the other hand, he didn't want to scare the other party, and he didn't want to be so sloppy. He helped Mo ShaoQing dress up and sat up: "Go to sleep, I Go take a shower and be back soon!"

Mo ShaoQing would like to say that it's okay, after all, he is very old in his heart, and he also knows the theoretical knowledge in that area. But I couldn't tell it to my mouth, and I felt a little frustrated at the thought of recording another day's show tomorrow. Just now, his lust faded, and he nodded depressed.

Ling SenHao sat on the edge of the bed, watching his disappointed face in his eyes, and said amusedly: "So impatient?"

"When... of course not!" Mo ShaoQing flushed, turned his back to Ling SenHao, he would never communicate with rascals like Mr. Ling again.

Mo ShaoQing turned around and soon there was a burst of sleepiness. He couldn't wait for someone to come, and fell asleep in a daze.

When Ling SenHao came out of the shower, Mo ShaoQing had fallen asleep on his backs, his belly was up and down with his breath, and he snored happily.

"I will let you go first this time." Ling SenHao stepped forward, tucked the quilt for him, carefully lay down beside Mo ShaoQing, and hugged him into his arms.

Mo ShaoQing's body sensed the heat, and immediately greeted him, hugged the person tightly, mumbled something in his mouth, smashed his mouth again, and continued to fall asleep deeply.

In the early morning of the next day, the sun poured down through the glass dome. Mo ShaoQing rolled over and opened his eyes in a daze. The strange environment made him stunned. Then he went to find the familiar figure, but he didn't see it. There was a trace of loss in my heart.

Gosh! How can I be as sentimental as a woman? Mo ShaoQing was thundered by his own imagination. When he looked at the clock on the wall, the hands actually pointed to seven o'clock. It was too late!

Immediately turn over and get out of bed, solve physical problems and wash and take a bath.

When Mo ShaoQing came to the bathroom, he found that the cloakroom opposite had been put in a new set of mountaineering clothes with a white letter paper on it.

Ansel: I asked the butler to prepare your favorite breakfast for you, record the show, and I will pick you up when it's over.

Ansel? So this is your real name? Mo ShaoQing thoughtfully, always felt that he had another step to understand the other party.

Although there were only a few words, Mo ShaoQing felt that he was instantly healed, and his fatigue and loss were wiped out. It was almost fully charged!

Mo ShaoQing went downstairs. In the restaurant, Ke Jinghuan was enjoying breakfast with relish. Even He Zixin was tasting the meal.

After Mo ShaoQing sat down, soon someone delivered the freshly cooked fish porridge.

Mo ShaoQing: "Thank you!"

Maid: "You are polite, please use it slowly!"

Mo ShaoQing opened the lid, and a scent came out. He immediately ignored the heat and took a mouthful of hot porridge into his mouth: the fish fillets were fresh and smooth, the porridge was thick, and the egg white was warm.

Meimei had a breakfast, and the trio and six other people met on the beach.