big.

Just this sentence, in fact, just one word passed, and the color of the face turned from dark to clear. The lips were also stretched, with an upward curve.

As for men, what is more important than the surface is the inner part. Otherwise, no matter how good the appearance is, it will be a golden and beautiful place.

She said that ugly is a bit ugly, but it is big enough, so the flaws do not hide the merits.

So she liked it very much and was very satisfied.

My little girlfriend has a pair of keen eyes. When looking at problems, she is very good at seeing the essence through phenomena.

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The invisible tail was shaken enthusiastically, and the large dog hugged the small biscuits tightly on his chest.

His heart was like a needle at the bottom of the sea, as it was as clear and rainy as the weather in June at the turn of spring and summer. They were obviously close to each other, but Yan Ge was completely unaware of those psychological changes. He kept sitting in his arms with a hot face, his face and his mood was chaotic. After a while, a WeChat message sounded on the computer, and she woke up like a dream: she still had homework to write.

School people don’t have time to indulge in these love and love.

I used to be sweet and sticky with the man, but now I'm going to do my homework, so I want to kick the love tool away. Before kicking it away, she recalled the scene that was very impactful just now, and made mental preparations to look at it for another time or two more times.

However, the belt was tightened when she was ignorant. She faced her pupils and was quiet in autumn, and her clothes were intact. Just like the beautiful and ambiguous bubbles that did not exist before, she was holding a small strawberry cookie in her tight arms, looking like she was sitting in a mess, looking very gentlemanly and gentlemanly.

Maybe this is a real good man.

Retract, release, and be, as.

Yan Ge: "..."

I just collected it too quickly, but I didn't expect that the little biscuit would have a few more glances.

Let's take a few more glances and expand.

After staying in Beijing for two days, those who should go to film and those who should go to school also went to school. There was news from the school that Confucius Institute sent an olive branch to the freshmen of the 19th class: they were planning to build a new college in a country in West Africa, and asked Yan Ge's class to recommend a classmate to be a Chinese teacher for one year.

Qiu Xu was elected in the class, and Qiu Xu himself nodded in agreement. Given Qiu Xu's usual good popularity and reputation, other students also expressed unanimous recognition of this result.

After all, going to the Confucius Institute in West Africa seems like a chore. The year of communication is equivalent to a suspension of school. After returning to China, you have to start from the first year of college. However, hardship is also a kind of motivation. This experience is a highlight in the resume. In the future, Qiu Xu will be of great benefit to him whether he is in politics or teaching.

When the matter was settled, the instructor in the department patted Qiu Xu on the shoulder and said earnestly that the growth of young people depends on their own efforts, but it is also inseparable from the tempering of society.

The classmate in the class answered: "Come on, Qiu Xiaoxu!"

Everyone laughed.

The college was urgently recruiting, so when the candidates were finalized, the air ticket was also settled. That week, Qiu Xu completed the school leave procedures and was about to go to the few modern infrastructure, but it was rich in grassland and vibrant West African land.

After leaving for a year, Qiu Xu sent a message to Yan Ge, saying that he wanted to meet alone, but Yan Ge didn't reply, but he replied with four-character plain blessings.

Bon Voyage.

"Then I... leave."

The wind suddenly rose, and the dilapidated background of the village houses, and flocks of geese were shouting, jumping from the mud to the pond one by one. They shook their wings with their red crowns and swam around happily.

Behind me is the wheat field, and the wind blows the wheat waves like gold. Large pieces are like monochrome pigment plates that are knocked over. When they see them, the whole world is as strong as they are.

On the ridge are relatively young men and women. The old-fashioned shirts with work pants are popular styles from the 1970s and 1980s. However, the material of one shirt is Yeliang, while the other is coarse cloth.

The difference in clothing and fabrics is also the difference in identity.

The one who dresses well is a woman who is an educated youth who goes to the countryside; while the men who wear coarse cloth are members of the village brigade and ordinary farmers.

Going to the countryside ends, saying goodbye to women, and saying goodbye to men.

The man in coarse cloth clothes had a strong figure and a dark complexion. When he said he was about to leave and see him again, his hands twisted into a knot at the hem of the clothes. His slightly chapped lips, as if he was about to say something, but after a long time of grinding, he didn't get an answer. The tight and mechanical movement lasted for no reason, and the woman waited patiently until he said.

"Then, then you go."

The sun is the sunny day at noon. When a woman raises her eyes to look at the man, her narrow eyes are slightly narrowed, as if she can't stand the sun above her head.

Those who want to be kept meet someone who will not.

She spoke for the second time and asked the second time.

"Then... am I leaving?"

"Yeah." The man responded, and his hand twisted at his hem was loosened. With gravity, his knuckles were covered with calluses, and the rough patterns on the back of his palms and hands were clearly visible. Obviously, these hands belonged to a person who had been working in the fields for many years.

His hands were lowered and he looked at her.

"You go."

"stop!"

Before the filming was finished, the director called to stop first: This scene is ng.

After shouting, the director called Mo Li and started the show to the monitor, saying that you were in a wrong mood in this drama. It is true that Jiang Lansheng was going back to the city, but because he was going back to the city, it was true that he wanted to break up with his partner. At this time, people's emotions are both complex and contradictory. They want to leave but don't want to leave, and they don't want to stay.

"You didn't show the inner entanglement that Jiang Lansheng unconsciously revealed about Jin Shui Shi's implicit and tactful reluctance."

This is the director's statement on Mo Li's performance.

Mo Li seemed to be listening carefully, but she was a little absent-minded in the criticisms she made about the director.

After several reshoots, I repeated the scene five or six times, and the farewell scene finally passed. Mo Li's scene today was over. She took off her makeup and changed her clothes. She rested in the studio and ordered takeaway. When the takeaway arrived, she sent her assistant to go out to get it.

The filming location is in the rural areas of Hebei, but the landscape was temporarily built by the crew. In reality, the countryside is not dilapidated. Every household built its own tiled houses, but the desolation is real. Young and middle-aged laborers all went out to work. The rest of the village was grandparents, with grandchildren and granddaughters under their knees, and there were many pastoral dogs in front of the yard. They had a very fierce temper and grinned when they saw people.

In terms of convenient transportation and shopping, of course, it is far inferior to cities, not to mention Beijing.

Lying comfortably on the lazy chair, Mo Li was waiting for the little assistant to get the coffee delivered. At this moment, a shadow suddenly fell into her eyes. She thought it was the assistant who had returned, so she instinctively lifted her eyelids, "Why are you going back so soon... Dad, why are you here?"

The man in her sight was reflected in her cape. The silver-white hair was overflowing from the brim, the rough and sallow skin, and wrinkles were like ravines. Compared to Mo Li's voice, she looked much older.

However, this claim is accurate.

This is Mo Li's father, Mo Zhiyuan, and Jiang Fei's ex-husband. But now, the former couple is very different from each other: one is a noble lady who parasitizes the Jiang family like a vine, who goes to the upper class, is rich and leisurely; the other is a descendant of a broken household, and is helpless in everyone's eyes.

The other two people in this world were once a serious couple. No one who knew about this was not surprised.

Even if Mo Zhiyuan and Jiang Fei had a good family background when they were married, the ship company operated by the family could make a profit of more than one billion a year. However, compared with the Jiang family's huge wealth, this revenue was nothing more than Maomao Xiaoyu, which was not worthy of.

Even if the other party who is married is an adopted daughter, it is not worthy.

People don’t understand this past, but they can understand Jiang Fei’s divorce very well.

Originally, the gap between the two companies was big. I heard that Mo Zhiyuan was so lucky that he was able to gamble, so his money was delivered to him in seven or eight digits like a flow of water. Even if he was mined at home, he would be emptied sooner or later - and then he was emptied.

The ship company went bankrupt and the carefree days of the past can never go back. It is a pity that everyone sighed, and they felt that Jiang Fei was also powerful in a sense. Although he didn't recognize the person clearly when he got married, he was decisive and straightforward when he got divorced, which can be said to be a timely stop loss.

What's more, he was with a daughter at that time, and he was Mo Li a little older.

Mo Li grew up with her mother since childhood and grew up in the Jiang family. She was not very familiar with this only biological father. Mo Zhiyuan had contacted her several times before, just to ask for money. At that time, she was not independent and lived with Mr. Jiang and had a wealth of money. Therefore, she gave as much as the other party asked for, and she treated it as a relief.

Anyway, she followed the Jiang family and had to donate a lot of money all year round. She was doing charity and gained a good reputation.

Jiang Fei was not aware of this.

"Lili," Mo Zhiyuan's slightly turbid eyes turned and his lips accidentally licked: "Can you give another 500,000 yuan to your father? If you have something to do, you are in a hurry to use it."

"... Didn't I just gave you money last week?" Mo Li showed impatientness: "Now grandpa doesn't give me money anymore, and I don't have much money."

What Mo Li said is true: The rules of the Jiang family are there. When she gets independent when she is old, her family's wealth will be cut off. She just debuted, and her film pay was not high, and because the movie started filming, she was suppressed by most of the money. Although the account starts in seven figures, for those who are used to living a life of luxury and a single platinum bag is close to one million, this amount of money is far from enough.

Mo Zhiyuan was persistent: "Lili, only 500,000. 500,000. I will pay you back when my dad wins it back."

Mo Li waved her hand: "Not even half a million."

Can gamblers take what they say seriously?

Nine out of ten bets lost, so in the end, they all have nothing.

Mo Li was tough, but Mo Zhiyuan glanced at the Cartier bracelet with diamonds on her wrist and reached out to snatch it, "Lili, can you give this bracelet to dad? Dad is really in a hurry to use money..."

"No!" Mo Li was annoyed and reached out to push the person away, but the physical strength gap between men and women was large. The bracelet was cleaved down by Mo Zhiyuan. When it was scratched across the skin, the lines on the bracelet were torn out with slight blood marks. The opera house noticed that something was wrong. Although he didn't know who the person was, he shouted, "What are you doing? What are you doing? Robbery in broad daylight?!"

"Stop it!"

While speaking, the opera staff walked towards Mo Li. Everyone on the set also looked in the sound, still holding the bracelet in their hands. The middle-aged man looked around and saw that the eyes were increasing, so he ran away in disappointment.

At the same time, Qingyi Park.

The dim light floats, and the vast windows pass by flocks of crows from time to time, and the wings are flapping, and the sound of silence is low and dumb.

On Friday evening, it became a habit for a father and daughter to have dinner together.

But holding the chopsticks, Zeng Cheng had thoughts indifferently.

Qi Jing's words were in his ears.

Chairman, last night, I saw the lady at the Jiang family.

...

Qi Jing said this on Monday, so the words "last night" was last Sunday, the birthday of the old man of the Jiang family.

At that time, he was on a business trip in Shanghai and could not go there, so he asked someone to give him a gift.

So I heard this sentence and the photo: In the freeze-formed scene, I seemed to be my own daughter and a man who easily held her daughter.

The sixth young master of the Jiang family.

In theory, it is not surprising that the two of them have appeared on the same show, but such gestures are inevitably too close to each other.

As a father, I have to worry about it.

So, as he carefully said, Zeng Cheng slowly spoke, as if he was unintentionally talking: "Xiaoge. Are you familiar with King Rong?"

Who doesn’t know that the Sixth Young Master is the actual controller of the investment world’s saint f.s. capital, but that is just a certain identity behind it.

More widely known is the man holding a little gold man at the Oscars.

Actors.

Zeng Chengyuan thought that asking this question would be abrupt, and the relationship between father and daughter has not been restored for a long time. Perhaps she was unwilling to answer - it was normal.

But without hesitation, Yan Ge was stunned for a moment and immediately responded, "Familiar." She said.
Chapter completed!