Divorce contract: President please sign

Chang An gently closed her eyes, the scene in front of her... was so beautiful, so beautiful that she couldn't control it.

The heartbeat was so fast that it seemed to be about to pop out of my throat.

The photographer was not sloppy, and immediately snapped this beautiful scene into the camera, and couldn't help but admire in his heart, it's so great.

None of the other staff present made a sound, as if the slightest sound would disturb the beautiful scenery.

Changan was immersed in his kiss, it was gentle and tender, without the sharpness of a sword, without the indifference of cold eyes and cold words, but quiet and warm, addictive.

It took Shen Boyan a long time to let go of her lips, only to feel that the blush on the woman's face was a little more, and the whole face became more radiant, tender and lovable.

Chang An didn't want to open his eyes, as if he woke up from this beautiful dream as soon as he opened his eyes.

It was the photographer who made the noise after taking the shot, which made Mo Chang'an quietly open his eyes.

The next shot is very simple, it is still the shot of lying down, but it is different from the previous one, the two are now lying side by side, looking at each other, Shen Boyan is holding a harmonica in his hand and playing it to his lips, while Mo Changan needs It's very simple to do, just twist a purple vetch flower in your hand, and then stare at him with a smile.

When the filming started, Shen Boyan brought the harmonica to his lips and stared at him shallowly. Everyone thought that it was just a show. After all, many photos are taken like this. Take a musical instrument, violin, piano or something. Just make a show and get good results.

But Shen Boyan brought the harmonica to his lips, and began to play seriously.

The melodious music sounded, and everyone was a little surprised.

Mo Changan's eyes widened suddenly, and there was a little wavering emotion in his eyes. The usual indifferent disguise was instantly broken. Shen Boyan looked into her eyes quietly, wondering why she suddenly had emotions.

He just continued to blow quietly.

low black sky

Bright stars follow

Bugs fly, bugs fly

who are you missing

The stars in the sky are crying

Withered roses on the ground

cold wind blows, cold wind blows

as long as you are with me

insects fly, flowers sleep

One pair after another is beautiful

not afraid of dark

I'm afraid of heartbreak

Tired or not

Regardless of the north, south, east, west

It's this nursery rhyme-like tune, Bugs Fly.

He...don't remember?Looking into his eyes, Mo Changan knew that he must not remember, but how could he forget that when he was ten years old, he gently carried her onto the slide, and in order to keep her from crying, he sat on the slide Beside him, he whistled softly to make her happy.

At that time, it was the song Chonger Flying.

He...don't remember?

Mo Changan raised his hand to cover his eyes, not wanting some liquid to roll out of his eye sockets with the turbulent emotions brought about by the sudden tumbling memory in his heart.

Shen Boyan was still playing the harmonica, over and over again, her eyes were shining brightly, staring at him.

Every scene was captured by the camera.

When the scene finally ended, Mo Changan stood up, grabbed the hem of his skirt, and trotted towards the dressing room in a hurry.

Shen Boyan stood at the back and watched her leave in a hurry, frowned slightly, stretched out his hand to wave, and Qi Ming walked over, "Mr. Shen, what's the matter?"

"Go find something to eat, and see if there is any food in the manor. It's better to have a sour appetizer." When Shen Boyan uttered this sentence, Qi Ming already understood, nodded immediately, and even asked gossip. One sentence, "Mr. Shen, Mr. Mo has already gone in. If you are worried, do you want to follow me to have a look?"

Shen Boyan frowned, "Since when have you changed?"

Qi Ming laughed without saying a word, and hurriedly followed the order of his boss to find something to eat.

Shen Boyan stood there hesitating for a moment, but he didn't take a step after all, but at this moment the photographer just came over and said, "Mr. Shen, the scene here has been taken. I will go to Taolin later. It is an ancient costume. You Let's go and change first, shall we?"

Shen Boyan's eyes lit up slightly, and he nodded in response, "Okay, I'll go right away."

It seemed that he had found a reason for himself, so he raised his steps and walked towards the locker room.

Just as he walked to the door, he saw the costume artist and make-up artist standing at the door, looking at each other in bewilderment.

"What's the matter?" Shen Boyan asked in a low voice, and the dressmaker hurriedly said, "Just now when Mrs. Shen came over, she asked us to wait outside the door, and she went in by herself."

Shen Boyan frowned slightly and waved his hands, "I'll go in and have a look."

He gently opened the door and walked to the compartment inside. His steps were very light, but just as he reached the door of the compartment, he heard sobs coming from inside.

It was a very slight voice, but it caught my ears. Shen Boyan frowned, and walked lightly towards the inside.

All I saw was a white figure squatting by the inner window, gently hugging his knees, with his head buried on his knees, his shoulders trembling slightly.

She is crying.

Shen Boyan felt a little uncomfortable in his heart for a moment, he had never seen her look so fragile, and he was a little at a loss for a moment.

He took two steps forward, and reached out to touch her, but before his fingers touched her head, he heard her husky, nasal voice, "Have you seen enough? Let's go out after seeing enough."

Shen Boyan's movements stopped abruptly, and his brows were slightly frowned, "What? Is it so uncomfortable to take a wedding dress with me? Is it so uncomfortable if I kiss you? I married you, and I kiss you. Are you a crime?"

Mo Changan stood up, only feeling that her legs were a little numb. She turned around and looked at Shen Boyan. The makeup on her small face was a bit smudged. She just looked at Shen Boyan so firmly, her eyes had returned to being clear and indifferent, but It was difficult to see that the eyes were still full of water, she looked at Shen Boyan seriously, and said seriously, "Shen Boyan, if you don't plan to treat me well, don't come to provoke me, we can get through if we don't violate the river. You If you don’t plan to treat me well, just don’t give me any hope at all. If you hang people’s hearts, there is no place to fall, and people will always worry about when they will fall down. You simply don’t give me hope..."

Shen Boyan was speechless for a moment, paused for a while, and then whispered, "We are already married, isn't that what you want most? You drove away Youci, please grandpa, and marry me , aren't these what you want most?"

Mo Changan seems to be such a woman. She is too afraid of getting hurt, so she can always put up the thorns on her body to protect herself, "What do I really want, Shen Boyan, you don't know at all. Then after you give me the most You'll never know what I want most until I want it."

So simple.It is love.

But for Mo Changan, it seemed that it was the hardest thing for her to get.