Help! The fat daughter has a billion-point vest after breaking up

[Ahhh, Mo Shao is still good at sticking]

[Sister, your words are ambiguous, but I really want to see Mo Shao and Bai Qian being so affectionate, it must be very exciting and pleasing to the eyes]

[No, how did you guys move it? Did you use your mind to remove the papers all over Mo Shao’s head and face? hhhhhh]

The time for the afternoon live broadcast has arrived, and Director Niu came up personally to invite Mo Liancheng.

But after looking around, he scratched his head and said, "Bai Qian, where is Mr. Mo? Did you make him angry and leave?"

He looked up at the sky again, his face full of anxiety, and he jumped three feet high in anxiety: "Isn't Mr. Mo flying away in a helicopter? My God of Wealth, Bai Qian, you..."

"Director Niu." As Mo Liancheng spoke, the notes on his face rustled, but they were the ones Bai Qian had pasted on him one by one, and he was reluctant to tear them off.

With the rustling sound of the note, he said, "I'm here."

Director Niu: “…”

After taking a look at the white-haired weirdo, Director Niu shrank back, with a few words written on his face: "Don't come over here."

It was just his body's stress response.

After all, who would have thought that a rich young man on the Forbes list would make himself look like this? This is too down-to-earth, isn't it?

It was so contrary to common sense that it terrified him.

But soon, he nodded and bowed, smiling: "Mr. Mo, your look is so beautiful. Even the world's top styling team can't have such inspiration."

"Compared to you, Balenciaga's duct tape bracelets and garbage bag bags are nothing."

“This is simply a masterpiece of craftsmanship and priceless.”

"Yes, it is indeed a priceless treasure." His voice was full of doting.

Director Niu blinked at Bai Qian, asking her to praise him as well, to flatter Mo Liancheng.

This ancestor should be coaxed.

Bai Qian gave the director an OK gesture and winked: Watch my performance.

director:"……"

What Bai Qian understood should be the same as what he thought, right?

"Oh, Mr. Mo, we should go downstairs to gather." Bai Qian stepped forward, without saying a word, opened her palm as wide as possible, and grabbed a handful of notes in one hand.

It looked like Mo Liancheng had two little pigtails on his handsome face.

Director Niu covered his face.

He looked through his fingers.

Bai Qian pulled hard and the note flew down Mo Liancheng's face.

The director almost died on the spot.

Bai Qian was very excited. This feeling made her feel particularly comfortable.

Bai Qian casually pulled off all the loose threads on Mo Liancheng's body and face.

"It doesn't hurt, does it?" Bai Qian used her fingertips to remove the glue left on Mo Liancheng's cheek.

"It doesn't hurt." Mo Liancheng actually responded.

This conversation, which makes people think a lot, is filled with the sound of "ahh ...

Even Director Niu cried out. He should be under the car, not inside it. Would Mr. Mo want to silence him someday?

Then he remembered that this was a live broadcast, and Director Niu finally let go of the worry in his heart. It was thousands of netizens who saved his life.

After helping Mo Liancheng wipe the glue off his face, Bai Qian leaned her little head closer and shook the two white paper strips hanging from her ears.

According to the rules of the underworld, whoever sticks to it is responsible for pulling it down.

With a sharp pull, there is a sharp sound, and that feeling is very pleasant.

Mo Liancheng gently pressed Bai Qian's earlobe with his warm fingers and gently took the note off.

I took a wet wipe and wiped her earlobe clean. It was so gentle, like a piece of gauze brushing against her ear.

Bai Qian: “…”

Bai Qian's face turned slightly red, not because of shyness, but because of embarrassment.

In the spirit of daring to act and take responsibility, and correcting mistakes, Bai Qian said, "Mr. Mo, was I too rough just now?"

Mo Liancheng looked into Bai Qian's peach blossom eyes with his beautiful deep eyes. He shook his head: "No."

He added: “I like it.”

He added: "Because it's you."

Director Niu yelled again. His old bones couldn't stand the stimulation of eating candy in the front row.

The barrage has gone crazy for a long time.

[In this situation, is it even necessary to think about who is on top and who is on bottom? Bai Qian is definitely the top.]

[This conversation is equally appropriate in other places, for example, on the bed, gaga gaga]

[Whose pants flew over my head, quickly pick them up]

[This must be scripted. It must be, it must be, it is impossible for Mr. Mo to like this vixen]

[The crazy girl has turned into a vixen. Our Bai Qian has finally grown up. I am so relieved.]

[Kuroko: No, you can’t tell the difference between good words and bad words, right?]

【Hahahaha, no matter if it's in the script or not, we'll eat it if there's sugar. According to what you said, aren't those couples in TV dramas acting according to the script? Aren't you also eating sugar and being confused, not knowing what the world is?】

[Okay, you have more words, so you have the final say. But there is one thing I don’t know whether to ask: Sun Da Ying, do you know him? Where is Kuang Tu? Hahaha]

A villa in the imperial capital.

The handsome and charming man looked at the intimate interaction between Bai Qian and Mo Liancheng on the computer, gritted his teeth, and uttered a few words after a while:

"The swordsman is just hypocritical, pretending to seduce Qianqian."

Shi Yan: "..." Why does this line sound so familiar? Could it be that Master Lu has been possessed by Concubine Hua?

"Shi Yan." Lu Yehan spoke again, "Find something for the Mo Group to do."

Look at that black vixen. How does she have time to have a fever?

Shi Yan was about to turn around when he was stopped again.

"Find something for Mo Liancheng to do, and don't touch the interests of the Mo Group."

Shi Yan: “…”

"Okay, Mr. Lu." The little special assistant hurried to think of a solution.

Lu Yehan’s dark eyes are deep.

The Mo Group belongs to Qianqian. No matter how angry he is, he will not touch Qianqian's cake.

During these few days of disappearance, he also completed that important task.

I hope Qianqian won’t beat him to death directly.

-

When Bai Qian and Mo Liancheng walked down the stairs side by side, most of the guests had already arrived.

Bai Weiwei was the last to arrive. She looked like she didn't sleep well, and her makeup was a little heavy.

"Sister Wei, are you okay?" After Rong Xiaoyuan said this, he noticed a big bump on Bai Weiwei's nose, which was covered with powder and looked a bit disgusting.

Bai Weiwei's soft and boneless little hand held Rong Xiaoyuan's hand, interlocking their fingers: "The food is not good, and a pimple has appeared. We must work hard this afternoon and make sure to get the best dinner."

"Okay." Rong Xiaoyuan nodded heavily.

He noticed that after Bai Weiwei went downstairs, she never looked at Mo Liancheng or the other male guests from beginning to end. Her heart and eyes were full of him, and she was completely dependent on him.

Rong Xiaoyuan's heart was shaken again.

Little did she know that Bai Weiwei had a pimple on her nose, so she naturally had to pull Rong Xiaoyuan to cover it.

Her goal was to get Rong Xiaoyuan to take her foot back within 10 minutes, and then the acne on her face would disappear.

The system is magical.

however……