Moonshine is good.

Haibo kissed the grains of sand, lingering, soft and silent.

At night, the seaside is soaked in moonlight, delicate, and warm.

The faint moonlight reflected the two figures staring at each other.

An Qing looked at the man who seemed to appear out of thin air, his breath was no longer separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, clear, close at hand.

"yes." She looked at his black eyes and smiled lightly.

There is no shame in missing someone.

In the next second, her jaw was lifted, her warm lips fell, and the man's breath was overwhelming, the tip of her tongue hooked, let go and kissed again, wrapping. There is no time for any other language.

An Qing wanted to speak, humming quietly and pushing his chest.

"Hmm, silent ......"

The man grabbed her waist and leaned down, her back softening, pressing against the soft sand.

An Qing couldn't breathe, the sky above her head was inky blue, and the sparse starlight was like countless eyes, blinking and blinking, making her a little dizzy.

She simply didn't move, holding the man's shoulders and letting him tear open her dress, and the small kisses meander down.

She squinted slightly, and then, as he looked up from in front of her, his dark eyes were already on fire.

"How?"

Listening to his annoyed voice, An Qing couldn't help but tear the corners of her lips.

"What I want to say, who knew that Fu Shao would be like this anytime and anywhere?"

Her appearance was clearly gloating, Fu Mochuan lowered his eyes and looked at her, his big palm was still wandering unwillingly: "Why this time?" ”

What is more speechless than when Xiao Bie is newlywed and has a good relative visit.

An Qing smiled even more brightly, her chin slightly raised, one hand clinging to his neck, and the other hand moving restlessly.

"Do you want me to help you?"

Fu Mochuan glared at her, reached out to hold her naughty little hand, but still leaned down unwillingly, biting her lip flap, and grinding it repeatedly.

"Little villain, you really killed me."

An Qing let him kiss, very cooperative, the waves surging under their feet, back and forth, tirelessly.

I don't know how long it took for the two of them to get up from the beach again, and An Qing leaned on the man's shoulder, letting him wrap his arms around her, brushing the sand grains from her hair.

"Fu Shao, what is the relationship between me and you now?"

An Qing's voice was still a little panting, so the sentence was divided into several paragraphs before it was finished, charming, as if she was coquettish.

Fu Mochuan slowed down, glanced down at her, and then slapped the sand again as if nothing had happened.

"Fool, don't know yet? Remember, I am your man, past, present, and future, there is only me. ”

Love words are so domineering, and there is no one else.

An Qing turned her head and seemed to be very serious when she asked.

"So, we're boyfriend and girlfriend?"

Fu Mochuan looked back at her, his good-looking eyebrows raised slightly, and he didn't respond, maybe he felt that her question was not worth dying.

"So, let's break up."

An Qing stared into his eyes, her voice was soft, but she was clear and clear.

Fu Mochuan still didn't say anything, and his slightly drooping eyes did not have a trace of waves, dark and staring on her face.

It's not the first time she's proposed to him to break up.

If you think about it, there are quite a few times.

And every time, it seems, her attitude is serious.

Serious and resolute.

"Let's go."

In just a second, Fu Mochuan jumped up from the beach, and then leaned over to take the hand of the woman beside him.

An Qing was dragged up by him, his big palm clasped her soft and boneless little hand, and his eyebrows slightly raised and looked at her underneath: "Can you still go?" ”

An Qing pursed her lips and was silent, he thought she was joking?

"Fu Shao......"

She spoke again, Fu Mochuan raised his eyebrows helplessly, turned around, and bent down towards her.

"Come on." He turned his head and patted his lean back: "While I haven't changed my mind." ”

An Qing didn't move, pursed her red lips and looked at him, obviously looking very serious and serious, because her pretty and vivid eyebrows and eyes seemed to have become coquettish.

The man looked at her eyes, helpless and doting.

"It's been a few days, and you're still so annoyed?"

His black eyes drooped again. Swept somewhere under her skirt, An Qing couldn't help but widen her eyes.

"Hooligans!"

The man chuckled lowly, An Qing hummed, and he grabbed his waist strongly, his body hung in the air, and he lay on his back.

He grabbed the crook of her leg with his backhand, turned around her with his back, and took a step on the beach.

His stride was very large, An Qing was jolted a few times, his body slid to the side, and he had to reach out and wrap his neck tightly.

"Put me down."

She whispered at the side of his face, but the man turned a deaf ear, and the hand clasped in the crook of her leg slipped upward, slowing down his walk.

"Fool, why don't you see me when everyone goes? Makes me miss you again for so many days. ”

His voice is really good, whether it is simply narrating facts or saying love words, it is just as touching people's hearts.

An Qing hooked his neck, his back was really generous, his face was pillowed, and he smelled the masculine breath that only belonged to him, and he was a little greedy.

She didn't say a word, her face tilted to the side of his neck, and as he walked, a magnetic voice drifted in front of her, wrapping around her ear little by little.

"I flew to you immediately after I was busy with the business at hand, didn't you say that you want to trust each other? Do you want me to explain it again? ”

An Qing continued to be silent, how could she explain to him that she didn't leave because of other women.

"Your injuries healed?"

For a long time, she had to ask.

Fu Mochuan turned his head to glance at her, and a low laugh came out.

"Finally remembered the man who cared about you?"

"Fu Shaoying's injury to save the United States, why should I care?"

Fu Mochuan raised his eyebrows, in a sour tone.

"That's what they told you?" That's why she said goodbye without saying a word.

With his back to the other party's expression, An Qing still didn't say anything, Fu Mochuan put her up again with his backhand, only to hear him sigh lowly.

"Why didn't you find out before, you are so easy to deceive? You believe everything people say, but they don't believe your man, when the accident happened, Fang Ruomi was not in the car at all. ”

“……”

So Xie Mingzhu is lying to her again?

"Fang Ruomi, Fang Ruomi, you usually call her by her name, right?" An Qing was stunned for a moment, and the words squeezed out were even more sour.

This time it was the man's turn to be silent, just a low laugh, the laughter seemed to be squeezed out of the chest, low and teasing, listening to An Qing annoyed and dry, for a moment hot-headed, she jerked over her face and bit the side of his neck.

"You ...... laugh again"

She didn't bite hard, but Fu Mochuan's laughter turned into a low hiss, and he stopped his pace slightly and held it on her buttocks. The hand's hand tightened a little.

"Tease me again, I really think I can't hold it, huh?"

An Qing was grabbed by his hand and put it on his waist badly, she was startled, and she was so annoyed that she beat him: "Beast." ”

Fu Mochuan let her play, and his pace picked up again: "Go back and clean you up." ”

The two walked out of the beach playfully, and suddenly heard someone calling her name, An Qing turned her face and saw Lin Lewen getting out of the car.

"Sister An Qing, Fu Shao."

An Qing was a little surprised, but Fu Mochuan didn't mean to put her down, so he had to continue to lie on his back and ask, "Why are you still here?" ”

"I'm not worried, I'm waiting for you here." Lin Lewen glanced at Fu Mochuan: "Sister An Qing, get in the car." ”

"You go back first, and we'll take a break."

Fu Mochuan held An Qing behind his back, and Lin Lewen had to nod: "Then I'll go back." ”

"Why don't you get on the bus?" Seeing Lin Lewen driving away, An Qing asked.

Fu Mochuan pinched her with his backhand: "It's not all your fault, who made your man too energetic." ”

“……”

An Qing didn't know how Fu Mochuan knew the way back to the resort, and watching him walk back with his hands familiar, she couldn't help asking, "How long have you been here?" ”

"I've just gotten off the plane and I'm looking for you."

"And how do you know I live here?"

"Worship it, don't you think your man can do anything?"

“……”

It's narcissism, right?

After another ten minutes, the two returned to the resort and entered the room, An Qing looked at the appearance of a man slapping his empty hands, and couldn't help asking, "You came here without anything?" ”

Fu Mochuan smiled, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at her room, An Qing went to find a change of clothes by herself, and also found him a pajama by the way.

"I'll wash first, and you're not allowed to come with me."

She carried her clothes into the bathroom, Fu Mochuan heard her sound of locking the door, and her thin lips pulled again.

He sat down at the dresser, listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, and couldn't help but loosen his shirt when his phone rang.

It was An Qing's mobile phone, in her bag, Fu Mochuan didn't want to answer it, but when he heard the ringtone ring over and over again, he reached out and found it.

Glancing at the name on his phone, he answered it, but didn't speak immediately.

"An Qing."

A young male voice came from the other side of the phone, fed, and said without waiting for her answer: "I don't think what happened just now, will you come to my room tonight or will I go to you?" ”

He raised his eyebrows and continued to remain silent, hearing the other party ask again, "An Qing, are you listening?" ”

"Who are you?" He spoke lightly.

The person on the other side of the phone was stunned for a moment and asked, "Who are you?" ”

"Fu Mochuan." He gave his name directly.

The other side of the radio wave was silent for a moment, and then said: "It turned out to be Fu Shao, I am An Qing's CP, I originally wanted to ask her about the script, so let's do it another day." ”

What the hell is CP?

So late on the script?

Fu Mochuan glanced at the name on the phone screen again, remembering the scene he had just seen on the beach.

An Qing slapped a man, that man, maybe the person who called?

An Qing took a long bath, and when she walked out of the bathroom, she was still complaining that she was still full of sand after washing several times.

Fu Mochuan took the bath towel in her hand funny and pressed her in front of the dresser.

"Come on, I'll take care of what I do."

He dried the drops from the ends of her hair, then took out his hair dryer and carefully blew her hair.

An Qing squinted to enjoy his service and asked, "How many days are you going to stay this time?" ”

"How many days do you want me to stay?" The man asked, fingers gently ruffling her hair.

"Didn't I say as long as I wanted?" An Qing looked at him from the mirror: "What if I let you stay with me for the rest of your life?" ”