MTL - Finding Glowing Beauty in Books-Chapter 59 Start reading

When Lan Ning touched the lips of Confucianism, he quickly retreated. There was some quiet in the room, and the tip of the tongue of the Confucian language swept across the corner of the lips and looked down at Lan Ning. "What is it?"

For the first time, Lan Ning took the initiative to kiss him, and he was a little shy. She blushes and gives herself an imposing manner to speak Confucianism: "Otherwise, what do you want?"

"At least that." Confucianism came forward, gently rubbing her waist, bowed her head and kissed her lips.

His movements are very light and slow, like a fine tasting of a food, but for a long time, Lan Ning still can't stand it – especially when the tongue of Confucianism is inadvertently wrapped up, Lan Ning's heart trembles. a bit.

This is the first time she kissed a person deeply, she can only try to respond to him instinctively. She did not know whether the technique of Confucianism was not good. After all, she did not have a comparable object, but under the guidance of Confucianism, she gradually relaxed and carefully understood the kiss.

The microwave oven "bang" broke the slightly awkward atmosphere in the room. The Confucian language slowly loosens Lan Ning's lips, and the dawn is deeper than ever.

Lan Ning gasped low, as if he had just finished a long run.

The face of Confucianism has not changed much, but his expression is a bit dissatisfied: "What have you been doing with my hand?"

Lan Ning said: "Of course, I am afraid that your hand will touch everywhere."

Confucian language: "..."

"Well, self-protection awareness is still in place, but it can be slowly removed in front of me." He can only give this evaluation.

When Laning saw him out of the kitchen, he took out the hot things from the microwave and followed them out.

After putting the plate on the table, she looked at the pair of glasses on the table like the New World: "Hey, are you still wearing glasses?"

She took the boring glasses on the computer next to her, and looked a little curiously.

"Yeah." The Confucian language stunned the eyebrows and picked up a chopsticks to hold a rice cake. "I have been facing the computer for the past few days. I can’t stand my eyes, so I changed my frame eyes."

"Oh, the contact lenses you have been wearing, I thought your vision was good."

Confucianism looked at her sideways: "When I saw you on the first side, I knew you were wearing contact lenses."

Lan Ning: "..."

How did this come out? Are you really bragging? :)

Didn't argue with him on this issue, Lan Ning was interested in playing with his glasses: "I haven't seen you wearing glasses yet, wear it and show it to me."

The Confucian language put down the chopsticks, took the glasses in her hand, and placed it on his nose: "Is it satisfied?"

"Wow." This kind of rhetoric made her feel a bit novel. She looked at him from top to bottom and nodded. "Good, more like Sven."

Confucian language: "..."

He did not take the glasses down and went straight to eat.

Lan Ning brought a lot of dishes, these were originally she left to take the company to lunch the next day. Now she is being wiped out by Confucianism. She can only go downstairs to buy a box lunch at noon tomorrow.

After saying that Confucianism was full, it seemed to be a lot of spirit. Lan Ning packed up the lunch box on the table and prepared to bring it back to wash.

"You put it here, I will wash it later."

Lan Ning picked up his eyebrows and said with ease: "Oh, then it will trouble you. I will come tomorrow night."

"Well, I will cook tomorrow night, come here to eat."

Lan Ning remembered that there would be a press conference for "player" tomorrow, and he assured him not to be assured: "Can you have time tomorrow? Is it still a lot of things to do at the press conference?"

When it comes to the press conference, the Confucian language is annoying: "The press conference will be held in the morning. At noon, everyone should have a meal together, and I will come back in the afternoon."

Lan Ning thoughtfully said: "So, you can see Mo Tianwang tomorrow!"

Her expression suddenly agitated, and even the volume of the speech was a little higher.

The Confucian language looked at her and smiled slightly: "So?"

"So? You can see Mo Tianwang what else you want!" Lan Ning is really a little bit tidal. This is probably the closest time she has been to Mo Zhen in her life. "You can help me by the way to ask him for a signature." ?"

"No." The Confucian language refused to be quite crisp.

Lan Ning: "..."

She snorted and enthusiasm instantly extinguished a lot: "Can't pull down." When the next time I signed a signature photo, she would grab it a little faster.

"Time is not early, I will go back first."

She stood up from the couch and was going to go outside. Ruan Confucius took her wrist and looked up at her: "Do you need me to send you?"

Lan Ning pulled his lips: "So close, what is good to send..."

"You also said that time is not early, or I will send you in the past." He said that he also stood up from the sofa and took Lan Ning's hand out of the door.

The apartment building where he lives is not far from the apartment building where Laning lives, and can be reached in a few minutes. When the two stood downstairs, Lan Ning looked at him with a funny look: "Is this a digestion movement after a meal?"

The Confucian language was silent and looked at her with a slight sigh of relief: "I have been changing the script for the past few days, and I have not felt much about you, but I really saw you today, I found out how much I want to see. you."

Lan Ning: "..."

The teacher's love skills are launched when they start, and they are hard to prevent.

She looked up and looked at him with a pair of black eyes: "Teacher, do you want me to say that I miss you too?"

"...Do you miss me?"

"you guess."

"Thinking, otherwise you won't be so active to send meals."

Lan Ning smirked and smiled: "Well, I will fulfill you, think about it."

The Confucian language also laughed, and the arc of the corner of the mouth suddenly seemed to light up the entire night sky.

Lan Ning opened his hand and ran into the apartment.

When I went to work the next day, everyone was eager to discuss the film conference that will be held today. Lan Ning also brushed Weibo from time to time to pay attention to the latest progress of the conference.

At the press conference, the Confucian language in a dark suit was stopped by the head of the film and television: "Teacher..."

The other side’s words were stopped, and the Confucian brow looked at him with a slight brow: "What happened?"

"Well... can you take off the mask..." The responsible person asked this sentence with some difficulty. Fortunately, the teacher has never exposed his photo. He knows that he respects his *, but, but... who is coming to the film conference and wearing a mask! In particular, when he looks at the cut, he knows that it is a private custom-made suit with a big mask...

It’s really awkward and it’s like a metamorphosis!

After the Confucian language heard his words, the brows frowned slightly: "Isn't my face exposed?"

... is that you want to expose your face!

The responsible person used his excellent professional qualities and made a difficult smile: "I thought that the teacher promised to attend the conference, and I was prepared to be seen by everyone."

The Confucian language looked at him in surprise: "How do you reason about this conclusion? I just promised to participate because I couldn't push it."

principal:"……"

Writers have some little quirks, especially famous writers, he understands.

However, today, no matter how the teacher can not wear a mask to the stage! In this case, tomorrow's headline will definitely not be a press conference, but a mask on the face of the teacher!

"Teacher, some authors are really unsatisfactory because they are so unsatisfactory, so they refuse to expose their true colors, fearing that their readers will be disillusioned. But the teacher is not inferior to the male star. Why are you still not showing your true face?"

Confucianism said: "I just fear that I am too handsome. They all pay attention to my face and don't pay attention to my work."

principal:"……"

It seems to be... quite reasonable.

He smiled dryly for two channels: "Teacher, I think compared with your face, your work is not inferior, your worry is really superfluous."

The person in charge took him to talk for five minutes, and he was so determined that he would take off his mask. The Confucian language has been grinding with him for so long, and patience has also been a bit of a warning. He went aside and took out his mobile phone and called Laning.

Lan Ning was watching the manuscript at this moment, heard the phone ringing, and only glanced at it.

The three big characters of the dog's egg brighten her eyes.

Since taking this name for Confucianism, she can enjoy each time she answers his call.

She picked up the phone and smiled a little at the corner of her mouth: "Teacher, what's the matter? Shouldn't you be at the press conference now?"

"Yeah." The voice of Confucianism was transmitted through the mask and sullenly. "The press conference is about to begin, but the person in charge must have me remove the mask."

Lan Ning: "..."

She digested for a while, and then from the short words, she clarified the ins and outs of the story: "Do you mean that you are going to wear a mask to attend the conference?"

"Ok."

"...Do you really want to be considered mentally ill?"

"Why is wearing a mask a mental illness? There were also authors wearing masks to attend the signing ceremony."

"... Will the signing sale be the same as the film launch? This will be broadcast nationwide!"

The Confucian language is slightly squinting, and the voice seems to be tightened. "If I take off the mask, then isn’t the national audience knowing what I look like? How can I go out in the future?"

Lan Ning raised his eyebrows and comforted him: "Teacher, you want more, the national audience pays attention to see Mo Zhen, and few people will pay attention to you."

Confucian language: "..."

He hung up the phone "squatting".

I don't know if I will inform the film and television party that I will not come to the man.

Before he took the stage, he always took the mask off. The organizer arranged the location, he was sitting next to Mo Zhen, the other side was the director and producer.

From the time of the stage, the lights under the stage flashed non-stop, especially when the Confucian language sat down in front of the crystal card with the "fortunate heart", the reporters on the scene broke out a little exclamation.

The shutter sound is more urgent than before, and the flash is more like a storm.

Mo Zhen has long been accustomed to this level of baptism, sitting in the position as usual, the Confucian language is somewhat uncomfortable, let alone be unable to open, he thinks he is about to be vomited.

After the organizer made a simple opening and explanation, the reporters at the scene could not wait to start asking questions.

The first reporter who asked the question pointed to the Confucian language: "Is it really fortunate to be the teacher deity?"

Confucianism looked at him with some scorn: "Yeah, why didn't I think of a substitute for me?"

The reporter from the audience gave a sneer, and the reporter sneaked on the iron and asked: "Teacher, you look so good, have you ever thought about changing careers? Or are you a guest in your movie?"

Confucianism wrinkled: "Why should I always ask me questions? Shouldn’t your attention be on Mo Zhen? My editor told me this way."