Wang Zi and Momo participated in the filming of public welfare publicity together, and traveled to the special attractions in various cities.

Sometimes it's a couple strolling through a maple forest, sometimes it's a couple rowing on a lake, sometimes it's a greedy man and a woman in the streets.

"Today is the last stop." Wang Zi held an umbrella and walked with Momo on the nostalgic stone steps, smiling at the camera in the distance.

"Your legs...... Is it okay to get drenched in the rain like this? Mo Mo looked at Xiao Si's worried expression outside the field and asked in a low voice.

"If I said something, would you come closer?"

Momo didn't answer, slowed down, and moved his body to his side.

The rain hits the umbrella, hits the leaves, ticks, ticks.

Wang Zi freed his other hand and tightened his grip on Momo's waist.

Momo didn't protest, his legs were already wet to his knees in the rain.

She was distressed.

Sometimes I stand in front of the camera for more than ten minutes. She saw that his face was blue, and he was drenched in cold sweat but still insisted.

The celebration was held on a cruise ship.

Mo Mo pulled his loose hair in a loose bun diagonally, and wore a one-shouldered lake blue dress, which immediately became the focus of the banquet as soon as he entered the venue.

In the VIP room, Wang Zi was sitting on the bed and wearing a suit, and Xiao Si continued to persuade: "Young master, it's still ...... Don't go. ”

You've said this dozens of times. My ears are calloused! He kicked the water in the barrel in annoyance, and Xiao Si, who was squatting on the ground, was splashed all over his face.

"It's still a stinky temper." Mo Mo pushed the door in, watched this scene, and fought for Xiao Si.

The master and servant looked up.

The little four breathed a sigh of relief.

"You ......" Wang Zi stared straight at her without blinking his eyes.

Xiao Si couldn't help laughing, wiped the water off his feet, and retreated with the wooden bucket.

The two looked at each other speechless for a long time.

"Come here." Wang Zi hooked his fingers at Mo Mo, with surprise in his eyes.

"What?" Mo Mo didn't move.

"If you don't come, then I'll have to go down to the ground."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Mo obediently walked over. Wang Zi smiled with satisfaction.

"Take it in circles."

Momo spun around again.

"It's like tailor-made. I have to admire my vision. Wang Zi looked appreciative.

"Hey, what's the matter with you, these clothes and jewelry are provided by merchants." Mo Mo gave him a blank look.

"That merchant is me." Wang Zi added, suddenly pulling Momo hard.

Momo exclaimed and was pulled down on the bed.

"Don't move." He held her down.

Mo Mo moved, restless and nervous

"Don't move. It'll be fine in a while. I just want to take a good look at you. An affectionate gaze coupled with a weak pleading.

Momo compromises.

"It's beautiful." Wang Zi's hand gently caressed her earlobe, where she wore a luxurious and noble ear drill.

Mo Mo is displeased, very beautiful, is he referring to people or earrings?

"Oh—you must not know how bright and beautiful you are now." Wang Zi's glowing eyes were as if he wanted to melt her.

Momo was immersed in his powerful breath, and his breathing was disordered.

She tried to escape, but she couldn't move.

Wang Zi gently pulled her bun, her long black hair swirled and spread on the bed, the shoulder straps slipped off at some point, and the whole person was like a blue enchantress in the night, charming and moving.

"Especially here." He watched obsessively, muttered lowly, leaned over and kissed his bare, slippery white neck, shoulder blades, collarbones, all the way down, indistinct: "Here, here, and here......"