Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

In the dream, there was a person, with his back to him, wearing a bright red robe, black and long to the waist. Twenty years passed in a flash, and the dream became clearer and clearer.

"It's her." Xiao Mohan's throat moved, and his feet couldn't help but move forward, wanting to get closer to her.

Wen Shui followed behind him, silent.

"Sister-in-law's people are also secretly watching you, Han! What are you two doing? Supervising each other?" Wen Shui turned his eyes and looked at the distance, lowering his voice and asked.

Xiao Mohan's black eyes glanced at the distance, and said lightly: "This is called husband and wife interest."

"Oh, interest." Wen Shui listened and couldn't help raising his voice.

Xiao Mohan ignored him, turned around and took the water cup, and walked towards Gu Chuyan. Just as she finished filming a scene and was about to rest, Xiao Mohan's figure appeared.

"It was filmed very well." Xiao Mohan was frugal with words, but couldn't help but praise.

Gu Chuyan took the water cup he handed over, and she held her hands to warm them. He took the coat and put it on her, but his fingertips gently stroked her bright red ancient robe.

"Gu Chuyan." Xiao Mohan helped her sit down. He squatted in front of her, straightened her red robe, and put his big hand on her knee, saying, "You are my husband's dream lover."

"Puff." Gu Chuyan drank a sip of water, and was amused by what she heard. Her beautiful almond eyes stared at him, and she lowered her head and said, "You still have a lover?"

"My husband is very serious." Xiao Mohan said in a low voice.

Gu Chuyan didn't notice his expression. She put the cup aside, hugged his shoulders with her little hands, let him sit beside her, and massaged his legs with her little hands.

"Yes, yes, yes." She whispered, massaging him with her little hands, and simply knelt in front of him, lifted his legs and put them on her, and massaged them for him.

Gu Chuyan whispered, "You bodyguards all say that you are strong, but in fact, you have to pay attention to the fear of leaving the root of disease when you are old after long-term and extensive training."

Xiao Mohan moved his lips and looked at her serious little face. A strand of hair fell down and stuck to her cheek, and his fingertips brushed it away for her.

"Gu Chuyan, it's your turn." Not far away, the director was very unromantic and interrupted the two people's loving scene.

"Okay, I'll be right there." Gu Chuyan listened, stood up quickly, took the water cup and stuffed it into his arms, whispered: "Sit down obediently, rest more, worry less, OK?"

"Mohan, what are you thinking about? Is there something wrong with my clothes?" Gu Chuyan buttoned up and walked forward. Xiao Mohan came back to his senses and took her hand to walk out.

"It's okay, I'm thinking about whether to give you a snack." Xiao Mohan remained calm, covering up his previous emotions.

The two held hands and walked in the quiet film and television city. The path was lined with bamboos. Xiao Mohan put one hand in his pocket and whispered, "That dress is the one you wore when I first met you."

"Really?" Gu Chuyan listened, she looked up and asked half coquettishly, "Tell me, did you have a crush on me at that time?"

Xiao Mohan retracted his gaze, lowered his eyes to look at her smiling face, tightened his hand, nodded slightly and said, "Gu Chuyan, how can you be so beautiful?"

"Puff." Gu Chuyan laughed so hard that she couldn't close her mouth, her tall figure pressed against his arm.

Looking at her happy smile, he ran forward a few steps, suddenly looked back and took a few steps back, saying, "Xiao Mohan, how can you be so handsome?"

Xiao Mohan put his hands in his pockets, took elegant steps, stood behind her, and watched her running forward.