Hearing his laughter, Luo Xiaoqian immediately realized that she was being played by him. She immediately rolled her eyes and said, "Why are you laughing? I'm too lazy to pay attention to you. Let's go eat your bread."
She was so kind, but he still teased her!
Holding the plate, Luo Xiaoqian turned around and left.
Before she could take a step, an arm had already wrapped around her waist from behind, and then her back was pressed against Leng Zimo's warm and solid chest.
Leng Zimo lowered his face and kissed her ear gently, "I'm going to bake bread!"
He turned around and walked to the table, took out the bread and cut it with a knife, smeared butter on it and put it on the grill. However, Luo Xiaoqian still stood there, and the place he kissed seemed to be burning, which made her heart feel.
I couldn't calm down either. The very fragrant meat skewers I had just eaten in my mouth had completely lost its taste.
She was obviously very close to him, so why was she so flustered by just a light kiss?
"Would you like to try it?"
Not far away, Leng Zimo's voice came over.
"good!"
Luo Xiaoqian came to her senses and hurriedly walked over. Leng Zimo had already brought a piece of baked bread with a tong.
"Hot!" She stretched out her hand to take it, but Leng Zimo moved the bread away slightly and brought it directly to her mouth, "Bite slowly."
She opened her mouth and took a small bite from his hand. The bread was spread with butter, and the outside was fresh and crispy, but the inside was soft and sweet.
"How about it?"
"tasty!"
After receiving her approval, Leng Zimo immediately took another plate from the table, picked up the baked bread on the plate, picked up the juice and beer, and walked to the tent.
He squatted down and sat on the edge of the tent, but Luo Xiaoqian was still there in a daze.
"Come quickly?"
"Oh, here it comes!"
Luo Xiaoqian agreed, trotted over, put the plate on the beach like him, and sat next to him.
Leng Zimo held the bread in one hand, raised his head and took a sip of beer, his eyes falling on the vast night sky.
"I can't even remember the last time I looked at the stars!"
Beside, Luo Xiaoqian was holding a can of juice, playing with the straw with her fingers, and looking up at the stars like him.
"Me too."
Leng Zimo said softly.
How long has it been since you had a leisurely drink, blowing in the wind, and watching the stars?
Even he himself has no answer. In his memory, it seems that there is nothing but work.
"I don't understand you people the most. Like us, because of the pressure of life, we have no choice but to work hard for life. But you are different. If you are willing, you can have enough time to do what you want to do, but
I just can’t get along with myself.”
"I also have a dream." Leng Zimo said.
Luo Xiaoqian turned her eyes curiously, "Can you tell me?"
She couldn't imagine what other dreams he had.
In terms of fame, he has already become a world-renowned young star as early as his youth.
In terms of work, his Imperial Vision Group is a very influential company in Asia and even around the world.
In terms of works, he has produced a total of one album and six singles, all of which have been on the major charts.
…
Do people like this still have dreams?
"Over the years, although there have been many domestic films that have won awards internationally, most of them have been well-received but not well-received. There are few classics like those in North America. I hope to make a film that is both well-received and a hit, so that it can be enjoyed all over the world.
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