So one day, Xiaoxue took a screenshot of Mo Qiqi early in the morning to see the recent network subscriptions, and sent a large number of laughs.

Mo Qiqi looked down at the white gauze still attached to his feet, looked up at the sky, and was speechless for a while.

Is emotional injury the beginning of her career?

Of course, she didn't tell Xiaoxue this, her former hobby became a career, and Mo Qiqi gradually adapted to this feeling, but there was always a little diaphragm in her heart, and she didn't think that she would continue like this for the rest of her life.

"Qiqi, the water is coming."

Mo Qiqi, who was sitting quietly in the study, was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door, and when he came back to his senses, Fang Qinglan had already opened the door, and Su Shuishui was followed behind him.

Su Shuishui was in the crew from summer to winter, and she didn't even go home once during this period of time, and Su's mother, who was still reluctant to give up her daughter, went to see her once.

So as soon as I went home, the three aunts and eight aunts in the family heard that Shui Shui was coming back from filming a TV series, and they all came to the door with gifts like watching monkeys, and stayed all day, although Su Shuishui, this girl, was a stuffy gourd to outsiders at all, and only said a few more words when Su Mu'er mentioned it, and the rest of the time the Su family's parents went into battle in person, and even guessed that they helped their daughter explain to relatives and friends, and the enthusiasm of these people did not fade in the slightest, so that the Su family was lively for five or six days before slowly calming down.

After complaining, Su Shuishui lay down comfortably on the small sofa in Mo Qiqi's study, and didn't hear Mo Qiqi speak for a long time, so he couldn't help but open his eyes curiously, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Mo Qiqi leaned on the desk as if he had lost his mind, thoughtfully, but there was no focus in his eyes.

"Qiqi?" Su Shuishui snorted, seeing that Mo Qiqi still didn't move, there was a roar behind him, almost shaking up the dust in the study, looking at Mo Qiqi and the six gods without a master, Su Shuishui became more and more curious: "What's the matter with you?" ”

"No, no." The snow-white face was embarrassed and red, and Mo Qiqi who covered up his embarrassment by looking down at the computer screen coughed lightly, and only raised his head when the shame on his face was a little clearer, and stared at Su Shuishui lightly: "What did you just say?" ”

I really didn't hear anything!

Su Shuishui rolled his eyes helplessly, "You didn't hear what I just said, what do you think?" It's a shame that she said so much, and when she turned around, she wasted her saliva and had to patiently say it again to the aunt in front of her?

"Not really." Mo Qiqi opened his mouth slowly, and his mind flashed the energetic appearance of the man early in the morning, and he couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Okay, I won't tell you this nonsense, I'll say it again when I go back, if you don't hear it again, maybe I'll be angry." Su Shuishui smashed his mouth, took out a chic invitation card from his bag, and threw it on Mo Qiqi's desk, "The crew is finished, Zhang Zhiwen wants to invite everyone to get together, just tomorrow night, you are free, he asked me to bring it." ”

Mo Qiqi was slightly stunned, flipped through the invitation card that was thrown by Su Shuishui on the desk, opened it, and really saw the three big characters of Mo Qiqi typed out by the printer inside.

It stands to reason that she was not able to follow the crew to the end due to personal reasons, and maybe her name will not appear on the entire logistics production at that time.

And now, Zhang Zhiwen actually took the initiative to invite her to the final party of the crew?

"Don't look at it, I heard that even the former president of China Entertainment, that is, your husband, has also received an invitation, so let's be together with the two of you then."

Mo Qiqi stared at the invitation for a long time before he said thoughtfully: "Can you not go?" ”

"Don't want to go?" Su Shuishui paused, "But it's just a small party, it doesn't matter if you go, no one knows that you live with Lei Shao, so they ask me to give it to you, if you want to go, squeak me, don't go and tell me." ”

"Hmm." Putting the invitation card in the first drawer under the desk, Mo Qiqi stretched his limbs lazily and stood up, "My mother just said to cook sweet soup, your favorite, let's go down." ”

When Fang Qinglan went downstairs just now, she said that she was going to cook sweet soup, in such a season, drinking warm drinks would make people feel more comfortable, even Mo Qiqi, who rarely drank these things, also liked it a little, not to mention that he had always liked Su Shuishui, which was Fang Qinglan's craft.

It's the weekend again, but Mo Wuming went to the company with Lei Zhendong in the morning, which made Mo Qiqi not only surprised, but also full of approval.

Lei Zhendong and Mo Wuming have had very little contact since they were children, after all, they are father and son who are related by blood, Lei Zhendong likes Mo Wuming very much, and Mo Wuming is rarely very close to this daddy who came out halfway, and Mo Qiqi is naturally happy in his heart.

Sister-in-law Wang took leave on the weekend because of something at home, so Fang Qinglan had to do everything herself.

After Su Shuishui watched TV in the living room for a while, Mo Qiqi came out with sweet soup.

The fragrant sweet soup is Fang Qinglan's specialty, and Su Shuishui is also very popular, he drank two bowls in a row, and chatted with Fang Qinglan for a while before leaving.

"Did you hear Shuishui say you were going to a party?" Sending Su Shuishui back, Fang Qinglan asked curiously about her daughter who was about to go upstairs.

"Hmm." Mo Qiqi stopped, a faint smile on her delicate face, and nodded at Fang Qinglan, "But it's not decided yet, and I don't know if I'll go when the time comes." ”

"It's okay, it's okay to go out for a walk, your social circle is a little too small."

I didn't think anything before, but when Mo Qiqi didn't go out with Lei Zhendong these days, stayed at home all day, working in front of the computer, Fang Qinglan slowly felt it, and just heard that if Su Shuishui's drama was released very successfully, it would be considered a success.

The two girls have been good sisters for so many years, if they have been stable and steady, Fang Qinglan doesn't feel anything, but people on the same platform are often compared, and of course she doesn't want her daughter to be compared by her friends.

Of course, Mo Qiqi never imagined that Fang Qinglan had thought of such a far place, listening to Fang Qinglan asking her to go out for a walk more, she thought that her mother was too bored at home to dislike her, and nodded obediently, "I know." ”

After the Himeko painting incident, although it didn't seem to affect the relationship between mother and daughter on the surface, secretly, both of them were still vaguely aware of the changes.

The so-called times are not as good as in the past, and I really don't know how to make up for such a gap.

Seeing Mo Qiqi's emaciated figure slowly disappearing at the corner of the stairs, Fang Qinglan's eyes were helplessly lonely.

Probably because the little guy followed Lei's, Lei Zhendong got off work very early in the evening, just after five o'clock, the sound of cars sounded in the garden.

Mo Qiqi sat in front of the computer, walked from Su Shuishui to Mo Wuming's return, and didn't type a word for a long time, or wrote, deleted, deleted, and repeated, and his head was still like a mess entangled.

I really couldn't figure out what to do, so I just pursed my delicate thin lips and turned off the computer, ready to go downstairs.

"Here." As soon as Mo Qiqi stood up, Lei Zhendong had already pushed open the door of the study, the moment his dark eyes touched her, the coldness on his body dissipated in response, his thin lips were lightly raised, and his tall and slender body stood at the door without moving.

"So early today?" Mo Qiqi paused, turned around and took out the invitation sent by Su Shuishui in the afternoon from the drawer, and raised it in front of Lei Zhendong, "You also received this thing, right?" To go or not to go? ”

Lei Zhendong didn't take the invitation, but firmly hugged Mo Qiqi into his arms, gently rubbed Mo Qiqi's head with his chin, and sighed lightly, "If you want to go, I'll go with you; If you don't want to go, we won't go. ”

It doesn't make much sense to go to such a party, but as long as Mo Qiqi thinks about it, he depends on her, and it doesn't take more than one night, and the banquets and meetings he has pushed off recently are not a little too much, and one more is nothing.

Mo Qiqi was almost out of breath when he was hugged by Lei Zhendong, and his cold hands pushed his chest, and suddenly Lei Zhendong rolled both hands into his arms, and his stiff brows wrinkled high, "What's the matter?" Why is it so cold? ”

The air conditioner was actually turned on in the study, and it was on all day long, but Mo Qiqi sat inside for a long time without moving, and he didn't even notice when his hands became cold.

"It's fine." wanted to retract his hand, but was held down tightly by Lei Zhendong, Mo Qiqi really had no other way, so he had to look up at the man innocently, "It's okay, I'm not cold." ”

"Cold?" After thinking about it for a long time, Young Master Lei suddenly remembered a term that he didn't know where he had heard it, and by the way, he picked it out and asked the little woman in front of him.

Of course, Mo Qiqi was surprised, this term popped out of Lei Zhendong's mouth, I really don't know how rare it is.

"No, it's not." Like Lei Zhendong, although Mo Qiqi knew that women were cold, he didn't know if he was like this, and after hesitating for a moment, he shook his head honestly, "What's wrong?" ”

"Find a time to go to the hospital for a check-up." Lei Zhendong didn't change color, but slowly let go of Mo Qiqi, and wrapped Mo Qiqi's cold little hands tightly with warm and dry hands, "Are you better?" ”

I have to say that there is really a natural difference between men and women in terms of body temperature, Mo Qiqi's little hand fell into Lei Zhendong's hand, and he immediately felt that he was warming up quickly, so he took a light breath and shook his head for a long time, "This can't be checked out of anything, and it's winter now, isn't it normal?" ”

"Then I'll talk about it, tomorrow's dinner, if you want to go, I'll contact Anqi in the afternoon."

Lei Anqi has not been in contact with Mo Qiqi since the last time she said that she got back together with Yanxi, and when she heard this, Mo Qiqi was slightly surprised, so she raised her head and asked the man: "Is she back?" ”

"Well, let's talk about it in the evening, Mom's dinner is almost ready."

After all, it didn't happen to her, Mo Qiqi didn't know what she would do if she were Lei Anqi and encountered such a situation, but the fact that Lei Anqi was still a girl who missed her old love, but she didn't break the man who never changed from her imagination.

The Lei family's parents are not vegetarians, how many men from poor backgrounds can there be people who have experienced such a blow and even changed their entire life, and their temperament and persistence have never changed?

It's a bit too difficult to say that it doesn't change at this time.

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Mo Qiqi finally agreed to go to the finale party of "Shu Ke" the next night, but not as a director, but as a screenwriter.

Lei Zhendong directly asked the secretary to discharge all his work the next afternoon, returned to the villa and accompanied Mo Qiqi to lunch, and the two went directly to Lei Anqi's studio.