MTL - Good Morning, Miss Ghost-Chapter 6 pudding

The play was over once. After the director shouted the card, Mo Zhen quickly walked to the rest area and picked up a bottle of soda on the table and took several sips.

A Yao floated to Mo Zhen, and kindly reminded: "If you rinse your mouth, you need to spit out the water."

Mo Mohan had water in her mouth, she really wanted to spray it on Ayao's face, but in the end, her throat knot slipped, and she swallowed the water into her belly.

I saw Mo Zhen sitting down on the chair, and Ayao sat on the floor beside him. "The true color called Song Ni, she just wants to kiss you."

Mo Mozhen: "..."

资格 What qualifications do you have to say others? Haven't you peeked at me in the same way?

Mo Zhen was sullen by himself. A Yao looked at Song Ni who was sitting far away, but his eyes were sticking to Mo Zhen's body. Two slender eyebrows were wrinkled. "You don't like that Song Ni, right? I don't like her either. "

Mo Mozhen sniffed her lips coldly, "I don't like you either."

Ayao: "..."

She felt unhappy and very unhappy, so she decided to be Song Ni.

I looked at Song Ni for a few seconds, and the bottle of mineral water that Song Ni was about to put on her lips suddenly exploded, and the transparent liquid scrambled out, pouring Song Ni into a cool heart.

Sudden change of events suddenly stunned Song Ni, and her high-pitched scream caught many people's eyes. The assistant next to him looked at Song Ni's hair dripping constantly, and took out a paper towel to help her wipe the water stains on her face.

Mo Mozhen also glanced at Song Ni, and then glanced down at Ya Yao who squatted beside him and smiled, Ying Qi's brows raised slightly, "Did you do that?"

"Yeah." A Yao watched Song Ni can immediately go to the makeup face of the ghost film, and immediately laughed even more happily.

"You can still do this kind of thing?" Mo Zhen's eyes flashed into the inquiry. "Speaking, why aren't you afraid of light?" In the morning, he wanted to ask about this. The ghost is not afraid of light. Not scientific.

A Yao looked up at Mo Zhen, with a slight contempt in his eyes, "Why should I be afraid of light? As the so-called natural selection, survival of the fittest, the ghosts of today are not afraid of light."

Mo Mozhen: "..."

He thinks he doesn't know Darwin anymore.

When Tang Qiang came over, he just faintly heard what Mo Zhen was saying to himself, and he blinked and said to Mo Zhen: "Are you talking back?"

"Otherwise?" Mo Zhen looked up, and asked rightfully.

Tang Qiang laughed twice and passed the thing in his hand to Mo Zhen, "The newspaper you want, please take care of the suffering of the people."

Mo Mozhen took the newspaper and responded casually: "I know, let's step back."

Tong Tangqiang: "..."

Do you want to play a costume drama? Tang Qiang seriously pondered whether there was any emperor role that Mo Zhen could take over recently.

Because Song Ni needs to remake makeup and make styling, the crew's rest time has been extended by another half an hour. Since then, the shooting has been going smoothly, and Mo Zhen also closed the job early at 4 pm. Tang Qiang whistled at Mo Zhen's black Bentley and turned to Mo Zhen: "Mr. Tian, ​​do you drive back by yourself, or should I take you back?"

"I'll go back on my own." Putting the big brown sunglasses on my face, Mo Zhen's Zhang Junyan was instantly covered by two-thirds. A Yao followed Mo Zhen and floated into the car. As soon as Mo Zhen closed the door, the window was knocked twice.

Looked at Song Ni who smiled at herself through the window glass, Mo Zhen frowned and pressed the window with patience, "What's the matter?"

"Brother, it's so early today to finish work, let's have a meal together." The smile on Song Ni's face is very tempting, and Aya thinks that there are probably not many men in the world who can refuse such a beautiful invitation.

Mo Kezhen did not eat her.

"I still have something to do at night. Let's find someone else to accompany you to eat." Mo Zhen closed the window and started the car to drive out.

Sometimes he admires Song Ni's, and her disgust towards her has become so obvious, but she can still pretend to be unaware, and persevere about herself.

On the way back, Mo Zhen still drove the car fast, but A Yao was not thrown away so easily by the preparation. All the way at the same speed as the car, A Yao even took the time to look at the roadside scenery.

A is a provincial capital with a large population and a developed economy, with high-rise buildings lined up on both sides of the road. Especially when passing by the city center, even though it is a working day and it is staggered from the rush hour, Mo Zhen has to slow down.

There is a large department store at the crossroads. There are many billboards hanging on the outside of the mall. A Yao swept around it, and she saw Mo Zhen's face in the most prominent position.

That's Mo Zhen's endorsement ad for a well-known clothing brand. Next to his billboard is Song Ni.

Ayao looked at the billboard that was getting closer and closer, and left his lips, "That brand was endorsed by you and Song Ni?"

Mo Mozhen glanced at the billboard on the left and gave a perfunctory grace. It is from this endorsement that Song Ni has been haunting. Speaking of the ghosts remaining, he looked at Aya next to him-this is the true ghost.

Ayao held the billboard with only a small horn left, and sighed from his nose, "That brand of women's clothing must not sell well." If it were her, she would never buy Song Ni's endorsement clothes.

Mo Mozhen listened to Aya's words and smiled unconsciously, because it was so. Although the company is borrowing him to speculate on Red Song Ni's wishful thinking, his fans do not buy it, preferring to buy more neutral menswear rather than womenswear.

When it was six o'clock when he got home, Mo Zhen pressed the TV and lay down on the sofa, then picked up the newspaper given by Tang Qiang and read it. I quickly flipped through the newspaper without seeing any valuable news, and threw the newspaper on the coffee table.

A Yao floated to Mo Zhen and looked down at him, "Aren't you eating at night?"

Mo Mozhen closed her eyes and said lazily, "It's your business again?"

Aya glanced at him, floated directly to the refrigerator, and opened the refrigerator door.

Contrary to the emptiness in his imagination, Mo Zhen's refrigerator is neatly filled with many foods-these are all regularly reserved by Tang Qiang at Mo Zhen's home.

"Since you have so much food, why don't you eat?" Ayao floated back to the living room and looked at Mo Zhen and asked.

"I don't want to do it." Mo Zhen turned over and turned his back to A Yao.

"I just looked at it. There are a lot of cooked foods. Just heat them in the microwave and you can eat them." Ayao floated to the opposite side and looked at Mo Zhen on the sofa.

Mo Mozhen opened her eyes slightly and looked up at Ayao. "I can't remember who I am. I remember these useless things very clearly."

"Where it's useless!" A Yao looked at Mo Zhen in a huff, "All these are life skills, skills!"

Mo Mozhen looked at her with amusement, "Life skills? Do you still need life?"

Ayao: "..."

He stomped angrily on the sofa, and Mo Zhen calmly watched Ayao's little white legs across the sofa, leaning back sideways.

He ignored Mo Zhen, and Ayao floated to the kitchen again, and took out some cooked food in the refrigerator. Mo Zhen looked at the plate and plate floating in the air, frowning slightly, "broken the compensation according to the price."

Ayao snorted, and the door of the microwave oven popped open automatically, and the food actively entered.

Set the time to three minutes, and A Yao waited with interest. Hearing a crisp sound of "Ding", Ayao shouted at Mo Zhen with excitement: "Ready to eat!"

Mo Mozhen finally got up from the sofa and went to the kitchen to take the food out of the microwave.

Set the food on the table, Mo Zhen opened a chair and sat down. Ayao sat down opposite him, staring at him gazing at him. After 5 minutes, Mo Zhen finally couldn't bear it. "Are you hungry?"

Ayao sobbed and sucked his nose, grievingly, "I can't eat it."

"Just know." Mo Zhen said, and put a rabbit in his mouth.

Ayao: "..."

After eating, Mo Zhen cleaned up the kitchen and went up to the second floor. A Yao, like a little tail, followed him on the second floor.

Mo Mohan's eyebrows moved, and she left without saying anything.

When Mo Mozhen returned to the room, he turned on the computer and started surfing the Internet.

There are many snack shops in the favorites, most of which are overseas purchasing agents, and all have high reputation. And Mo Zhen is now concentrating ... strolling through snacks.

Put all the flavors of an ice cream fruit pudding into the shopping cart, and Mo Zhen ordered the checkout.

Ayao looked at him with a subverted expression of three views, "Do you like to eat this?" Isn't this something that children only like? And he bought all the flavors!

"I only like lemon and mango." Mo Zhen settled the bill and changed to another shop and went shopping.

"Why did you buy all the flavors?" She gave a rough estimate, and the pudding rarely said that there were ten flavors.

"I just want to gather everything."

Ayao: "..."

"Hehe." She smiled reluctantly, "Gathering a set can summon the dragon? Sellers like your OCD buyer the most."

With a look of "I have obsessive-compulsive disorder, I'm proud", Mo Mozhen chose a few pieces to eat, and then closed the page.

Then he opened Weibo.

As soon as she logged on to her account, Mo Zhen found herself being rounded up by a message.

Wu Songni V: On the first day of shooting "God Forbidden Zone 3", he was kissed by a male god. [Shy] [Shy] [Shy] Mo Zhen

Mo Zhen's brow jumped, watching the picture of the picture of Gao Sen kissing Naisa with the picture, can't wait to scold his mother on the spot.

微 This Weibo was posted around 4pm. In just two hours, the retweet volume has broken 30,000. Mo Zhen frowned and opened the comment, and it really turned out that his fans were jumping and scolding Song Ni.

"Sink! Is the male god's mouth okay! (# ｀ ′)"

"(￣,) poor Gao Sen, pro-Song paste is bloodier than swallowing the virus."

押 "Betting a basket of cucumbers is a show that Song Datong forced the crew to add."

"Song's post is at the lower limit of the show again, would you like Bilian?"

"This is my year, please accept it. No thanks."

"Being an illegitimate daughter is so high-profile, does your 粑粑 know?"

"Why hasn't Song rolled up in the entertainment circle? !!!"

"Mr. Mo Zhen, I recommend XX brand mouthwash, which can effectively remove residual bacteria in the mouth! I hope I have time to QAQ"

"If you look closely, you can see from the angle of this picture that the male **** kisses his own thumb! #Please 叫 我 发现 帝 #"

"(⊙v⊙) Open your eyes and take a closer look, it really is! Give the male **** 320 likes ~ \\\\ (≧ ▽ ≦) / ~”

"# 男 神 有 有的 吻 技巧 #"

Uh ...

Every time Song Ni tweets about Mo Zhen, he will attract the drool of countless fans. But Song Ni seemed to enjoy cursing especially. The more vigorously she scolded, the happier she was.

He resisted the urge to send a Weibo to scold Song Ni, and Mo Zhen slammed into the computer. Sitting in a chair for a while, he took out his cell phone and looked at the time, and returned to the living room on the first floor.

It is the period when the major TV stations broadcast news. Mo Zhen changed to the local news station and listened to the female presenter in a formal dress chatteringly.

"Do you like watching the news?" A Yao looked at Mo Zhen curiously. She thought that Mo Zhen should watch entertainment news even if he wanted to watch, but whether it was a newspaper or TV, he watched the social edition.

Mo Mozhen glanced at A Yao without answering. By the time the news was over, the phone was ringing.

Mo Mozhen picked up his mobile phone and looked at it. It was Xiang Yunze.