Of course, Song Tianmo couldn't see the look on Ling Fei's face clearly.

Ling Fei turned his head sideways to avoid Song Tianmo's lips.

"When do I want to give birth? And what about "Lovers"? When do you start shooting? Ready to turn it on? ”

Ling Fei was unhappy.

I don't want to just spare him.

It doesn't matter if she is awkward, or if she is hypocritical, she just doesn't want to tell Song Tianmo about her decision now.

Song Tianmo didn't know how long he had been calculating her, how could he write her off with a word, if this was the case, Song Tianmo would not have to fool her casually in the future? Anyway, just apologize afterwards.

As soon as Ling Fei's words came out, Song Tianmo's body stiffened.

Ling Fei had already taken a step back from the matter of giving birth to a child.

I didn't think that Ling Fei was still thinking about filming ********.

How did he know the awkward thoughts of the woman in his arms - she could say that she would not shoot, but she had to do it herself, and Song Tianmo could not make decisions for her without authorization.

If Song Tianmo agrees to let Ling Fei film now, Ling Fei will definitely hug him and make love, and then tell him that she will not film again, but Song Tianmo doesn't know, and he can't guess Ling Fei's mind at all.

In Song Tianmo's opinion, Ling Fei is so keen on filming, he has to agree, and people will not fly away immediately, which he will never allow.

Song Tianmo was silent and did not speak.

Ling Fei didn't speak.

"Don't go!" After a long while, Song Tianmo finally spoke, and his domineering nature was undoubtedly revealed in a commanding tone.

Ling Fei was angry.

Bastard!

I really wanted to kick his crotch with her fist-practicing legs, but fortunately she was sensible and not so impulsive.

Pushing Song Tianmo's body away, Ling Fei entered the bathroom.

Song Tianmo was lying on the bed with a cold face.

There was no light in the bedroom, the light in the bathroom was turned on by Ling Fei, and it was on the glass, Song Tianmo's eyes kept falling on the person in the bathroom, and his brows were tightly wrung up.

Ling Fei came out of the bathroom and saw that Song Tianmo was still lying on the bed, and he didn't make a sound, and walked out of the bedroom with a pretty face and a blanket.

Ling Fei took a bath, did not wash her hair, and wore suspender pajamas, revealing her round shoulders and delicate collarbones, and her jet-black hair was scattered on her shoulders, making her skin more crystal clear, and her pretty face was delicate and lovely.

Song Tianmo looked at her expressionlessly, suppressing the urge to hold her and hold her in his arms and love her fiercely.

His bottom line had already been told to Ling Fei.

If Ling Fei disagreed, they could only calm down with each other, Song Tianmo decided that there was no room for negotiation in this matter, and he couldn't get used to Ling Fei.

Seeing Ling Fei come out of the bedroom, Song Tianmo's expression became even colder, and his narrow eyes were full of depression and annoyance.

Pulling the tie around his neck and throwing it away, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the gift he had chosen for Ling Fei on the side of the bedside table, and reached over to take it.

It was an anklet.

Beautiful and delicate anklet.

Wearing it on Ling Fei's fair and pink feet, Song Tianmo felt that it would be very beautiful and charming just thinking about it.

It's a pity that there is no chance of giving gifts now.

Holding the anklet in his hand for a long time, Song Tianmo never felt sleepy, and estimated that Ling Fei was already asleep, he finally couldn't help but get up, opened the door and walked out of the bedroom.

There was no Ling Fei in the small living room.

Song Tianmo was stunned.

Clenching the box in his hand, he immediately went downstairs.

There was no one in the living room downstairs either.

"Where did you go?" Song Tianmo's brows furrowed, and his first reaction was that Ling Fei had gone out, and then he remembered that Ling Fei was wearing pajamas and holding a blanket, where could she go?

Walking to the door of the guest room, he nudged it gently.