What earthy singer?Please call me a middle-aged idol

Zhao Mo didn't join the show.

In other words, it was difficult for him to imagine the sad woman in front of him as Zixia.

With Zhang Jingwan's expression, he couldn't tell the truth from the fake for a while.

He only knew that if he didn't do something, the other party might really leave him.

It wasn't until he grasped the cold catkin that Zhao Mo was startled, and then he woke up.

Zhang Jingwan was also surprised by Zhao Mo's sudden actions, but the astonishment in her eyes only appeared for a moment, and soon sank.

Zhao Mo looked down, thinking something was wrong in his heart, and was thinking of letting go...

On the back of his broad hand, there was a cold and soft little hand.

Zhao Mo raised his head.

Zhang Jingwan actually gave him a shallow smile:
"Am I doing well?"

Zixia's immature breath disappeared, her sadness was gone, and her dignified and calm temperament returned.

With a smile, the eyebrows and eyes are full of style.

The mature Zhang Jingwan returned to Zhao Mo's eyes.

Zhao Mo nodded.

"Are you trying to improvise?"

On the contrary, Zhang Jingwan held Zhao Mo's generous palm with both hands, shaking it in front of his eyes.

Zhao Mo naturally held Zhang Jingwan's hand, pressed it down, and said with a smile:

"Sister Jingwan, you entered the drama too quickly, I really couldn't tell the truth from the fake."

The original awkward atmosphere was resolved.

But the hands of the two people still did not separate.

Zhang Jingwan didn't have any opinion on this, instead she smiled lightly, took Zhao Mo's hand and moved to her side:
"Sit down, let me ask you something."

Although the two of them were sitting on the same sofa, there was almost another person in the middle.

This position maintains a polite distance.

At this time, Zhang Jingwan moved Zhao Mo's hand to her thigh, and even her fingers touched the tulle nightdress.

If he moved a little further, the distance would be too close.

Of course Zhao Mo did not hesitate, and moved towards Zhang Jingwan.

The two of them immediately stuck together shoulder to shoulder.

Zhang Jingwan then asked:
"Have you been trying to find ways to raise film promotion fees recently?"

Of course, she noticed the cooperation between Zhao Mo and Penguin.

She knew Zhao Mo very well. If it wasn't for the movie, Zhao Mo wouldn't have bothered to get involved in the variety show held by Penguin. As for writing songs, it would be even more impossible.

Zhao Mo nodded first, and then said:
"Sister Jingwan, don't worry, I'll take care of it. You're always thinking about stuffing me with money, and I won't accept a penny of your money."

Zhang Jingwan immediately smiled when she heard the words, patted Zhao Mo's hand, and asked with a smile:
"Why are you so stubborn... You still call me Sister Jingwan, but why can't I see that little brother?"

Zhang Jingwan's words had a deep meaning.

Recalling the first time Zhao Mo met Zhang Jingwan, he was so cramped.

Later, the two met and became confidantes through music.

At that time, Zhang Jingwan was the queen of the music scene, while Zhao Mo was just a small trainee, and a little favor from the other party could move him very much.

After getting along for so long, the relationship between the two has also improved by leaps and bounds.

From the beginning, Zhao Mo would feel embarrassed seeing Zhang Jingwan in her pajamas, but now, he took the initiative to hold the other's hand without blushing.

And he has gradually grown towards the towering giant tree, and he seems to have the ability to shelter the once unreachable Queen of Heaven.

As Zhang Jingwan said, the little brother who used to blush when he saw her wearing revealing pajamas has disappeared... But this is not a bad thing.

Zhao Mo thought for a while, and finally replied seriously:
"Sister Jingwan, you are a little older than me, but you are still a woman. As a man, it's okay for me to take care of you, right?"

Hearing this, Zhang Jingwan covered her mouth and laughed lightly, her body trembled from laughter, and even the dumpling shook.

"A man...you are the first man in this world who wants to take care of me?"

"Is there a problem?"

"Of course, no problem."

Zhang Jingwan smiled with eyebrows and eyes crooked, revealing all kinds of amorous feelings.

What is style?

Make people feel sleepy, that's coquettish.

Make people want to love, that's called amorous feelings.

Just like Zhang Jingwan, every frown and smile will affect the hearts of countless men, including Zhao Mo.

Although we have been together for so long and have a certain resistance, when I see the other party laughing, my heart is still crisp.

After a while, Zhang Jingwan got down to business:
"You are so anxious to make money now, why don't you hold a concert?"

For singers, concerts are a big source of income.

For those singers who are so popular and have countless fans, it is faster to hold a concert than to print money.

Zhao Mo's popularity has remained high since his debut for so long, but he hasn't even held a concert.

"A concert... I think I've thought about it, but it's just that I haven't put it on the schedule." Zhao Mo replied after thinking for a while.

After solving the T-mo matter before, he came back from the peninsula, and he thought about holding a concert.

Later, I was busy with "A Chinese Journey to the West", which caused this matter to be delayed. In addition, I have been preparing for the album recently, and I forgot about it.

After Zhang Jingwan's reminder, Zhao Mo immediately came to his senses.

Anyway, he has nothing to do right now. Everyone in the studio is developing steadily. He just needs to take some time to pay attention to Xue Yang's participation in "Breath of the Future".

That being said, he really has spare time to go to concerts recently.

"If you have a concert at that time, how about I come to be a guest?" Zhang Jingwan said.

Hearing this, Zhao Mo suddenly realized, and looked at Zhang Jingwan with a smile: "After a long time, sister Jingwan, you still want to help me."

Although he is popular now, his status and qualifications in the music world are not as good as Zhang Jingwan.

The Queen of Heaven, Zhang Jingwan offered to be him as a guest at the concert, and she made it clear that she wanted to suck blood for him and help him drain in a disguised form.

Just based on the three words "Zhang Jingwan", Zhao Mo's concert tickets do not know how many more tickets will be sold.

And judging from the current preferences of netizens, if Zhang Jingwan and Zhao Mo cooperate, it will cause a violent chemical reaction.

After all, Zhang Jingwan still wanted to help Zhao Mo.

Careful thinking was exposed, but Zhang Jingwan said:

"Then you want it or not."

"This one……"

Seeing Zhao Mo's hesitation, Zhang Jingwan's willow eyebrows frowned sadly, she turned her head to look to the side, and sighed, "Sure enough, I'm old, and I've been despised by others."

The words are full of resentment.

Zhao Mo was shocked.

It was the first time he heard Zhang Jingwan talking to him in this tone.

Zhao Mo quickly laughed, squeezed Zhang Jingwan's soft and boneless little hands, and said with a teasing smile:

"Sister Jingwan, what are you talking about? Looking at your tender skin, you can squeeze out water. Who said you are old?"

Zhao Mo's words also became frivolous.

Zhang Jingwan actually took her hand back and turned away from looking at Zhao Mo.

Zhao Mo's generous palms climbed onto her shoulders, leaned forward, and coaxed:

"Okay, sister Jingwan, don't be angry, how could I despise you, you came to be a guest at my concert, I'm not happy enough, I just follow you."

What's the difference between this kind of resentment and being coquettish? Aren't they all waiting for men to coax them?
Hearing Zhao Mo's point, Zhang Jingwan turned around, with no resentment at all, and a smile of success appeared on her pretty face.

The appearance of this little woman is very cute in Zhao Mo's eyes.

Quite a bit... If my sister gives you something, but you don't want it, then I will get angry.

Zhao Mo picked up the red wine on the table, poured two glasses of wine, and handed Zhang Jingwan a glass:
"Then thank Zhang Tianhou in advance for selling my tickets."

"loquacious."

Just like that, the two drank again.

Thirty rounds of drinking...

There is not only an empty wine bottle on the table, but also several empty beer cans, and several dishes of appetizers.

Zhao Mo came back from the bathroom and said to himself, "I drank too much again..."

The two started drinking while chatting. After drinking the red wine, they felt unsatisfactory, so they drank beer again.

Originally, Zhang Jingwan wanted to mix some wine with vodka, but was stopped by Zhao Mo.

But red wine is such a thing, I don't feel it when I drink it, but the stamina is really great.

Zhao Mo was a little dizzy just now, so he went to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water to wake up a little bit.

Looking back at this time, Zhang Jingwan was already lying on the sofa.

"Sister Jingwan?"

Zhao Mo called out.

no response.

He walked over and patted Zhang Jingwan's arm lightly.

I saw Zhang Jingwan opened her beautiful eyes, her face was flushed with drunkenness, and she was about to get up: "One more... pour me another glass."

It looks like he drank too much.

"You've already drunk too much, what are you drinking?"

Zhao Mo quickly stopped Zhang Jingwan's hand that was reaching for the wine bottle.

After Zhang Jingwan was blocked, she pursed her mouth and looked at Zhao Mo with an aggrieved expression.

Zhao Mo was startled on the spot.

How do you feel... What happened last time is happening again!
The last time Zhang Jingwan acted like a baby to him, she just drank too much.

And she only becomes such a little woman when she is drunk.

From a mature and dignified big sister to a little sister who can only act like a baby.

Zhao Mo looked at it in a daze.

Sharp-eyed Zhang Jingwan showed such an aggrieved expression, Zhao Mo hurriedly coaxed:
"Hey, Wanwan is obedient, you've already drunk too much, you can't drink any more."

Zhang Jingwan seemed to have heard it, and lowered her head thoughtfully.

After a while, he raised his head and looked at Zhao Mo again, with a low voice:

"hug……"

Well, I'm here to hug again, and it's still the same as last time...

Zhao Mo just opened his arms, and in the next second, Xiangxiang's limp body was in his arms.

This time, after Zhang Jingwan threw herself into Zhao Mo's arms, instead of getting into her arms to rest like before, she still raised her head and looked straight at Zhao Mo.

Perhaps because he didn't see clearly, two small hands held Zhao Mo's head and pulled it down.

Four eyes facing each other.

Zhang Jingwan's watery eyes looked at Zhao Mo's face.

When she was drunk, she became very sluggish.

The mouth of the sandalwood was slightly opened, and Youlan breathed out the smell of wine, and it fell on Zhao Mo's face.

Zhang Jingwan just looked at Zhao Mo like this.

After watching for a while, he moved his hand again.

Pinching the nose, pinching the ears, and touching the eyes seems to be playing with a beloved toy, which really explains what it means to "put it down".

Zhao Mo also allowed Zhang Jingwan to act mischievously on his face.

It's really rare to see Miss Jingwan drunk, especially with such a little woman, Zhao Mo couldn't bear to refuse.

Let her play, and when she is tired, take her back to the room to sleep.

Who knew that Zhang Jingwan would make an astonishing move after touching Zhao Mo's face.

She raised her body a little.

Zhao Mo's eyes widened immediately.

At this moment, there was a wet lip mark on his face.

Zhang Jingwan actually sneaked up on him just now!

Zhao Mo looked at Zhang Jingwan in his arms in disbelief. The other party also had an innocent face, and didn't seem to think that there was anything wrong with the actions just now.

Zhang Jingwan's beautiful eyes opened wide, she just looked at Zhao Mo like this, her face was still flushed from the alcohol, and she looked dizzy, unexpectedly cute.

Seeing Zhao Mo looking at her, she paused for a while, and finally spoke softly:
"Baby……"

Zhao Mo thought Zhang Jingwan was talking about hugging, and thought that I was hugging you, but suddenly realized that she didn't say "hug" four times, but "baby" three times?
Unable to get a response, Zhang Jingwan's big watery eyes were still looking at Zhao Mo:

"Baby……"

Zhao Mo was completely dumbfounded as if struck by lightning.

Such a charming appearance is simply a disaster!
Seeing that Zhao Mo still didn't respond, Zhang Jingwan stopped calling him, put her hands around his neck, lowered her head and slowly leaned against his chest, curled up into his arms.

With this series of actions, Zhao Mo's desire for protection has been satisfied to the point where he can no longer be satisfied.

May I ask, which man can refuse such a small and dependable woman?

Zhang Jingwan, who is not drunk, always maintains a dignified, elegant and calm appearance, sometimes aloof, sometimes gentle and intellectual. In short, as a mature woman, she will never show such a weak and soft appearance.

Zhao Mo swallowed his saliva, looked at the beautiful woman in his arms, and tried to ask:

"Wanwan, can I carry you to sleep now?

After a while, Zhang Jingwan gave a soft "hmm".

Only then did Zhao Mo pass through Zhang Jingwan's leg with one hand, and hugged her princess.

Zhang Jingwan was very obedient, hugged Zhao Mo's neck, and let him hold her without moving.

It's just that Zhao Mo stopped in place just after he left the sofa with Zhang Jingwan in his arms.

Now he is sending Zhang Jingwan back to her bedroom, and he has to open a few doors on the way, so it's totally inconvenient to just hug her like this.

So, Zhao Mo sent Zhang Jingwan back to the sofa: "Wanwan, sit here for a while, I'll open the door."

After Zhang Jingwan was carefully placed on the sofa by Zhao Mo, her hands still hugged Zhao Mo's neck, and she didn't intend to let go at all.

"Wanwan, let go first, I'll come back and carry you back later."

Zhao Mo tried to reason.

But reasoning with a drunk person is the most unreasonable thing in the world.

Zhang Jingwan looked at him eagerly, but still did not let go.

Seeing this, Zhao Mo's heart skipped a beat, he hugged Zhang Jingwan again, and then walked towards his bedroom.

Forget it if you don't go back, just sleep in his bed honestly.

He had experienced Zhang Jingwan's bed for one night.

Next, let Zhang Jingwan feel whether her bed is soft or not.

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ps: The typo is corrected first and then corrected.