Even if the call lasted only half a minute, even if she didn't say a word, when he put the phone down, he could feel the confusion and helplessness she was trying her best to hide.
But she didn't say anything, and Mo Sen didn't speak.
Just holding her hand, the two of them moved forward and backward, one high and one low. Under the street lamp, the two figures were rubbed together.
Go back to him.
Qin Sang hugged him as soon as she entered the door and buried her face in his neck. She rarely showed such a fragile side. She had always been free and independent.
Mo Sen kissed the side of her ear and said in a soft voice: "Tired?"
Actually that's not what I want to ask.
Qin Sang shook his head and said in a vague voice: "No."
The room was filled with pure white light, and the two hugged each other tightly at the entrance.
After a while, she pulled away from him, inserted her long fingers into her long satin-like hair, and her smile returned to its previous charming look: "What are we going to eat?"
"What do you want to eat?"
Qin Sang walked to the sofa and sat down, holding a pillow in his arms and smiling: "Will you do it for me?"
Mo Sen walked to her and sat down. He put an arm around her waist and pressed her into his arms, but his movements were so soft that he said, "I regret it a bit."
"Um?"
"You shouldn't learn it."
Qin Sang looked up at him, her fluffy hair rubbing against his neck, as if scraping against his heart.
"Why?"
His kiss fell on her forehead smoothly: "Afraid that if you care about my craftsmanship, then I won't be able to cook every day?"
Qin Sang poked his chest, "You don't want to?"
After just two pokes, she was caught by his big hand. Her hand was as soft as if she had no bones.
I am willing, I don’t know how willing I am.
He wished he could feed her into a big fat person, grow old, ugly and fat, so that she would not be remembered by others and would only belong to him.
His possessiveness towards her was more pathological and terrifying than he could have imagined.
I bought groceries on the Mohsen app and it was delivered to my door in half an hour.
Qin Sang went to take a shower and came out, wearing his loose sweater, huddled on the sofa and playing games.
While playing, he asked Mo Sen, who was busy in the kitchen: "Why haven't I seen you playing Junyao recently?"
"Um."
Qin Sang chuckled and joked: "The competent spokesperson also started paddling."
“In the past, it wasn’t all because of endorsements.”
"What is that?" she asked casually.
"you."
Qin Sang: "..."
I don’t know what you like, but I want to be close to you.
He uses poor acting skills and childish excuses to talk to you again and again, with a bad tone. In fact, he is worried that his naive love will be discovered and laughed at...
Under the camera, he is a shining star.
Off camera, he has a secret crush on a dazzling, bright and lively woman!
All secret love is a chaos.
Qin Sang lost miserably in the first round. He threw his phone on the sofa and went to the kitchen to find Mo Sen.
She dragged her chin with one hand and lay half-lying on the island platform lazily, staring at Mo Sen. Her beautiful fox eyes flashed with pride: "So you liked me right then?"
Mo Sen turned his back and pursed his thin lips. There seemed to be annoyance and shyness in his eyes, but he said nothing.
Qin Sang was unwilling to give in. He walked over and bent under his arm where he was chopping vegetables.
The space was originally small, but once she got in, she was completely pressed against him.
Mo Sen paused while holding the knife, and frowned, unable to hide his worry: "Be careful, it's dangerous!"
Qin Sang didn't care, his eyes were hot: "Speak!"
His voice suddenly became hoarse when he opened his mouth, and his eyes darkened a little: "What do you want to hear?"
At some point he wiped his hands dry, grabbed her waist and lifted her up to sit on the island platform.
He pressed his forehead against hers, and his breath was as hot as lava pouring over her: "Yes, I've liked her for a long time, how about it?"
Qin Sang stared at him for a long time. After a long time, she seemed to be infected by the strong emotion. She hung her thin arms on his nose and leaned in to kiss him.
After several lingering emotions, seeing that the situation was becoming increasingly difficult to control, Qin Sang was carried to the sofa in annoyance.
His face turned red and he was holding back very much.
Qin Sang smiled heartlessly and rested her head on the armrest of the sofa, "My self-control is a bit weak, brother."
Mo Sen ignored her, and it was already half an hour later when he served the delicious food on the table.
"I have an event in the evening after I finish filming tomorrow."
Qin Sang nodded: "Yes."
"Chen Qizhen is also here."
Qin Sang was concentrating on eating the food and didn't seem to notice anything wrong. She just said "oh" lightly.
Mo Sen raised his eyes, and an imperceptible hint of loneliness flashed under his brown pupils.
Qin Sang felt sleepy after eating and drinking enough.
She took her coat and was about to go out. Mohsen looked at her: "Where are you going?"
Qin Sang was startled for a moment, then smiled: "Go back to my own home."
She stood at the entrance to the entrance, and the spotlight above her head cast a faint yellow light, casting a soft halo around her.
The world is so big, only she and him are left.
However, there was an invisible barrier between the two of them, which was so close but couldn't be touched.
Mo Sen stared at it for a long time, then suddenly lowered his head and said in a hoarse and deep voice, "Let's go."
Qin Sang's eyelashes trembled and she opened and closed her mouth. She didn't know what she wanted to say. In the end, she said nothing, turned around, changed her shoes and went out.
While waiting for the elevator to open, there was a sound of breaking porcelain.
Qin Sang closed her eyes, and a quiet coldness enveloped the blood in her body. The chill extended to the nerve endings and could not be dissipated for a long time.
The next day, Qin Sang slept at home for half the day.
In the afternoon, Su Xiaohe found her a door-to-door massage from a traditional Chinese medicine shop. Perhaps she had been exposed to the massage for too long, and the massage technician also knew a bit about listening, hearing and asking questions.
"Girl, your profession is not easy to do. You have so many bruises on your body, you are weak and cold, and your lumbar muscles are strained. You still..."
He said that his brows were furrowed, hesitant, and now he was making inquiries, as if he was considering whether or not to say anything, and how to say it.
Qin Sang immediately saw through his doubts, raised his lower lip, and said with a slight smile: "It's what you think."
The technician looked at her in a way that wasn't very strange. He just sighed and said, "Girls still have to protect themselves. If you don't love yourself, who can love you and cherish you?"
Qin Sang just smiled and didn't explain.
After the technician left, she went to sleep alone again.
I haven't been sleeping well, and I've been dreaming.
When I woke up again, it was already dark outside.
The curtains in the bedroom were drawn tightly, and the street lights outside were not reflected at all.
Qin Sang reached out and grabbed her phone from the bedside table. The screen suddenly turned on. She squinted her eyes in discomfort and saw several WeChat messages.
Mohsen: [I have finished filming and am on my way to record the show now.]
Mo Sen: [Have you eaten? What did you do today? 】
The latest one was from half an hour ago.
Mo Sen: [I have a dinner that I can’t pass up. I’ll come find you after dinner, okay?]
Qin Sang squinted her eyes for a long time, and her thoughts suddenly went blank. It took a while before she came back again. She clicked on the keyboard with her fingers and replied: [Okay, let me know when you are almost there!]
at this time.
In a private room of a diamond-star hotel in Lucheng.
A group of top producers, directors and acting stars in the industry gathered together.
"What, Xiao Mo, are you and Qin Sang really talking about it?"
Mo Sen pursed his lips and slightly raised his lower lip: "Yes."
The man gave a thumbs up: "How else could I obey you? After so many years in the industry, there are quite a few rumored girlfriends. The only one who really admits it is Qin Sang, right?"
"She has always been the only one."
I don't know whether it was because of drinking or the high temperature in the box. Mo Sen's cheeks were slightly flushed, and he felt a bit drunk due to the light, but his eyes were dark, like the sky of black clouds, which made people feel
Suffocating depression.
Sitting next to him was Chen Qizhen. She glanced at Mo Sen and said, "A top celebrity chooses to announce their relationship in their prime, even if they lose all their fans. Miss Qin's charm is really enviable."
!”
The words that were neither negative nor positive made Mo Sen glance at her for the first time tonight. His eyes lowered and he seemed to be sneering, but his eyes were cold and he couldn't even raise the interest to refute her.
"You can't say that. Xiao Mo has a large fan base and a lot of die-hard career fans. After watching idols announce their relationship data for so many years, he is the most stable!"
Mawson was absent-minded. He only drank a glass of red wine and ate very little food.
Inside the phone was the latest message from Qin Sang: [If you come, remember to bring me the Roujiamo and Liangpi from downstairs, is that possible? 】
His sharp emotions wrapped in a cold exterior finally calmed down a bit. Regardless of the people next to him who were still talking about topics related to him, he picked up his phone alone and started to reply to the message: [Okay.]
Mohsen: [Slightly spicy and vinegar, no coriander, more peanuts?]
Qin Sang quickly replied: [Yes, yes, yes! You are awesome!]
The smile on Mo Sen's lips could not be blocked. Amidst the bustle of people pushing cups and changing glasses, he was completely immersed in his own world and was not disturbed.
Chen Qizhen's hand holding the chopsticks tightened, relaxed and then tightened again and again...
She has never lost since she was a child, and the only time she lost was so completely and embarrassing!
She didn't accept her fate, so she was unwilling to accept it.
Thinking of this, she picked up the red wine glass and pointed it towards Mo Sen next to her. The smile on her lips was as bright as a peony: "Here's a toast to you!"
Mawson just glanced up coldly and paid no attention.
It seemed that she had expected such an ending, and she was not annoyed, "How is she better than me?"
"have no idea."
He replied quickly and decisively, blurting out the words without even thinking.
Because I really don’t know, I don’t know what’s good about her, I just know that I have to have her!
"It's so heartless!" She drank the red wine in the glass alone, and her whole body was instantly enveloped by a layer of drunkenness. Even her eyes were filled with charm that was not in line with her previous cold temperament: "Mo Sen, you
Do you know that Qin Sang is married?"
Mo Sen's whole body froze, and the blood flow in his body seemed to slow down.
He was leaning lazily on the back of the chair, and a chill suddenly came over his back.
Chen Qizhen looked at his appearance and smiled with satisfaction, as expected...
But, how is this enough?
"There's more."
She leaned forward slightly, deliberately lowered her voice, and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "She also had an abortion for her ex-husband!"