Drifting Towards You

Si Mocheng raised his brows: "What?"

Li Xiaoxiao told him solemnly: "According to the script, we can't be spoiled at this time."

"En." After a while, Simocheng spoke quietly, raising his eyes to look at the photographer.

The photographer tentatively guided the action again. Although Si Mocheng didn't seem to be doing it well, he still had an attitude.

After having been tossing for a long time, Li Xiaoxiao looked at Simo City carefully for a while.

Then she felt that, in fact, he was quite wronged.

It feels like a person who has been up and down in officialdom for decades. It is impossible to make those frivolous and fancy moves. Even if he has worked hard to do it, what is the aura of him that always overrides the high position. Unchangeable.

After careful observation, she felt that his movements were actually quite standard.

But probably the most important thing about photographers who are engaged in art is a feeling.

It's just that, obviously, Simocheng couldn't give him the feeling he wanted, which made him feel extremely headache.

After a long time, Li Xiaoxiao didn't want him to be tossed any more, and could not help but whispered softly: "Let's do it, he is like this, just take a picture of him as he is."

The photographer seemed to be incapable, so he nodded in agreement.

The two posed for a while, and they were also a little tired.

Li Xiaoxiao couldn't help reaching out and grabbing a pink rose. Muttered in a low voice: "I didn't expect that taking a wedding photo would be such a tiring task."

"A lot of things have to be paid to receive the goods." He said lightly.

"for example?"

"For example, if you plant seeds in spring, you will receive goods only in autumn." Simocheng slowly said.

"For example, in spring, you have to work hard to sow so that I can give birth to a baby in autumn." Li Xiaoxiao took it out again.

There was a strange silence in the flower room again.

Si Mocheng sat beside her and fell silent.

Li Xiaoxiao quietly looked up at the photographer, wishing to bury her in the sea of ​​flowers.

She bit her lip, wishing to seal her mouth with a seal.

After a while, Si Mocheng finally spoke, his voice low: "Li Xiaoxiao."

"I'm here."

"When you get home, throw away all your comics."

"Ok... alright..."

"All the animations in the computer are deleted."

"Oh……"

"Tanmei novels are all empty."

Li Xiaoxiao quietly raised his eyes and glanced at his stern face, and explained in a low voice: "I actually...not all of Danmei's... Romance I...I also saw it."

Li Xiaoxiao tried to show him that his sexuality was normal.

Si Mocheng's eyes were deep, falling on her face and slowly said: "That happens to be all clear."

"Then I... Then what shall I do from now on?"

Where there is oppression, there is resistance.

Li Xiaoxiao spoke unconvinced.

If it was so cruel, wouldn't all her pastimes be gone?

How can you be so ruthless...

Li Xiaoxiao blinked at him with watery eyes, waiting for the answer.

Si Mocheng's eyes were dull and unclear, and he slowly said, "Concentrate on preparing for pregnancy."

"Cough...cough cough..." Li Xiaoxiao was about to speak, but because he was too excited, he was choked by his saliva.

After a long delay, he blushed and said eagerly: "I didn't say that I was going to have a baby, you are...this is a tyrant!"

Si Mocheng's expression remained unchanged, his eyes calm and quiet: "It's too late to plant seeds this spring, but it's still too late to let you have a baby next fall."

Li Xiaoxiao crying with a small face, and pitifully speaking: "I'm not a gourd baby, seven flowers on a vine... What kind of baby do I have?