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Ji Nuan looked at herself dressed as a student of the Republic of China in the mirror, although she was also very beautiful, Ms. Wan Zhu praised her beside her, but Ji Nuan still disliked herself for being too thin.

She touched her waist, and had already made a plan in her heart, starting tonight, she would eat at least two dinners, a plate of vegetables and a plate of meat.

She thought as she turned and walked out of the locker room, trying to call the makeup artist over.

There is a small balcony not far behind the locker room, and occasionally there will be staff smoking there, Ji Nuan knew that Mo Jingshen's locker room was not far from there, and subconsciously glanced in that direction.

As a result, she saw a warm sunshine spread on the small balcony, and a tall and straight back stood against the direction of the light, which made her feel a little strange and so familiar.

He wore a long, dark trench coat with a heavy texture over his shoulders, and a ring of identical fur at the collar that shimmered in the sunlight with the characteristic sheen of animal hair. A wide-brimmed hat of the same color was buttoned around his black hair, and a long light-colored scarf hung around his neck to the lower side of his waist, swinging back and forth with his movements.

She saw him turn slightly sideways, the dark gray suit three-piece pulled his waist into a proper charming curve, and the elegant bronze metal buckle became a low-key embellishment, and the retro patterns on it were clearly visible under the favor of light.

He tightened his black leather gloves, and the windproof lighter that he had used to decorate but could also use made a crisp sound, and then he lowered his head slightly and lit a white cigarette.

Ji Nuan rarely sees ink depth of field smoking.

I only remember the few times she saw him in Haicheng when she just came back from London, he seemed to smoke a lot at that time, but then gradually it became less.

She also heard Shen Mu say that Mo Jingshen doesn't like smoking very much, and even if he does, it's only occasionally.

However, during the three years of her absence, he was indeed a big smoker.

The lighter was obviously just a prop for taking pictures, and the cigarette should be that the staff saw him dressed like this, and always felt that he should hand one to the big guy, so the big guy took it so easily, and then simply lit it because he was waiting for her to change clothes.

At this moment, the ink depth in her eyes.

The side of his face with a cigarette in his mouth.

The slightly rolling Adam's apple as he lowered his head.

The wrist between the cuffs of his white shirt and the black gloves that was not covered in any fabric.

The collar of his shirt that was tightly buttoned and the finger he gently loosened of his tie.

It was as if they had become walking hormones in an instant, and several shots were fired in her heart - killing her instantly.

Ji Nuan was fascinated by it, and accidentally touched the cleaning tool by the door of the locker room, and fell to the ground with a clatter, breaking all kinds of conjectures in her mind that wanted to knock down the big guy.

Mo Jingshen also seemed to hear the noise here, snuffed out most of the remaining cigarettes, and squinted his eyes to look in her direction.

When he turned around, the trench coat and scarf all turned in a just arc, and the lines with tension were thrown into her heart, and she only saw his eyes under the brim of his hat and black hair, which were very deep, and looked uninhibited because of this rare dress.

The ink boss in front of her seemed to have become the ink depth of field, a predator in the business world of the Republic of China, at this moment, and the ink depth of field that belonged to her in her mind seemed to be staggered in a certain time and space.

easily took away her three souls and seven souls.

But when the man looked at her, he looked at her for a while, walked over directly, and Mo Jingshen looked her up and down, and it could be seen that he had doubts about the style of Ji Nuan's clothes.

"Are you going on a tour?"

“……”

Ji Nuan touched his outfit as a student of the Republic of China and his two braids, and couldn't help crying and said: "It's true that I can't get fat no matter how much I eat recently, I've been too thin from the past few months to now, I should have been dressed like a singer in the world, which happens to be the standard with you, a predator in the business world, but I can't hold up that kind of clothes now......"

Mo Jingshen couldn't help but smile, looked at Ji Nuan in front of him, who had become a literary young man because he couldn't pretend to be a singer in the world, and glanced at the light blue student clothes and long skirts on her body that were so plain that they couldn't be more plain.

"That's not bad, who told you that the predators in the business world must like singers? My stomach is just right, big fish and meat should not be eaten more, and clear porridge and side dishes are my appetite. ”

“……”

Congee side dishes?

When your aunt and grandmother just came back from London, the sexy scene of being chased by the eyes of various men, your old man, this is what you forgot?

However, from the injury to the coma, she is still a little thin, and when her figure returns to the most perfect state, I will see if he dares to say that she is a porridge dish.

Ji Nuan was unwilling to be a porridge side dish, and turned around

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