Su Xiaoshen nodded and said, "You say, what conditions." ”

Mo hooked his lips shallowly, as if he was born a king, proud of the crowd.

"From now on, you have to be on call, and besides, you are not allowed to be emotional." Mo Qiandao.

On call, she's not a dog~~(╯_╰)b

No emotion? She wasn't going to be emotionally sentimental about him, was she?

Su Xiaoshen blinked his cat eyes and nodded again and again.

"What about the deadline?" Su Xiaoshen asked.

"Indefinite ......"

Indefinite, indefinite, indefinite, how she sounds and feels like a life sentence.

Su Xiaoshen let out a long sigh, and nodded firmly with that expression of looking at death as home.

In fact, if you think about it, it's not a big deal, isn't it just love// people. Anyway, sleeping once is sleeping, and sleeping twice or three times, Su Xiaoshen comforted himself like this in his heart......

Mo Qian reached out with satisfaction and stroked the bangs on her forehead......

"Ah...... Hurt. She immediately jumped up like a spring, and the depression in her heart was also washed away by this tingling......

He brushed aside her Qi bangs, and the large wound that caught his eye was shocking.

He asked, "Xizi got it?" ”

Su Xiaoshen nodded......

He reached out and stroked her wound, frowning slightly, and then searched around the dresser.

After finding the alcohol left behind by the makeup artist, he went straight to her.

Su Xiaoshen took a step back: "If you want to wipe this for me, just forgive it, I can do it myself, I don't have to worry about you." ”

Mo Qian raised his eyebrows: "I'm not so idle." ”

After saying that, he slapped the alcohol bottle directly on her palm.

"You'd better take care of your face!" After saying that, he turned around and left directly......

After he left, Su Xiaoshe only felt that the air pressure in the room was higher, the atmosphere was no longer depressed, and her breathing was smoother.

She turned around with the alcohol bottle in hand, sat down in front of the dresser.

When she unscrewed the cap, Mo Qian entered the door again.

In an instant, the air pressure in the room dropped again.

Su Xiaoshen put down the alcohol bottle and asked, "Why are you back again?" ”

Mo Qian ignored her, and slowly took out a brand-new check for 100 million yuan from the wallet in his pocket......

As soon as he let go of his long fingers, the check fluttered and landed on her lap.

"Your meat money." After saying that, he kissed her directly on the lips, and then, turned to leave.

His words were too straightforward, like a knife, directly stabbing Su Xiaoshen's self-esteem.

Holding the check that still had the residual warmth of his fingertips, Su Xiaoshen's brows frowned again.

"Yes, it's money from selling meat." She sighed and wiped her lips in disgust.

Closing the silence, she continued to comfort herself in the bottom of her heart.

A minute later, she came back to life with full blood.

"Su Xiaoshen, everything is no big deal! Isn't it just a bag! It doesn't matter! She said inconsistently.

With that, she carefully placed the check in the compartment of her purse and tossed it into her bag on the dresser.

After removing the poison from the wound again, Su Xiaoshen picked up the script and read it carefully.

"Bang ......"

With a deafening kick in the door, Xizi burst in angrily.

The face that was covered with red bumps because of alcohol allergy turned the color of bruises from anger.

Seeing her dead like this, Su Xiaoshen felt very funny.

Su Xiaoshen couldn't help laughing, coughed lightly, blinked his cat eyes and asked, "Sister Xizi, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Slap ......" Xizi couldn't help but say and slapped Su Xiaoshen's face directly.