His Long Love

"Evening boat, what's the matter? I want to see you. I really miss you. I won't get angry with you any more, OK Meng Qingge coax said, but each soft word, like a sharp blade inserted in the heart of the season evening boat.

"No, the doctor says you are not fit to see light now." Ji Wanzhou can only patiently coax his little wife, he does not want to see Qingge cry again.

How could his little wife be so miserable that she couldn't do anything.

"Late boat, is there something wrong with my eyes?" Meng Qingge stretched out his finger and put it in front of his eyes. However, he found that all his fingers were misty shadows.

"Qingge, sleep for a while, and you'll be fine tomorrow." Ji Wanzhou is like self deception, cheating Meng Qingge is to cheat himself, he does not want to admit this fact.

"Miss Meng, you can still feel the light, so temporary blindness is not a big problem, and it does not affect your normal life." The doctor suddenly cut in. He didn't see this just now, but he can't blame him. After all, he was asleep and couldn't see it.

"Go away." Ji Wanzhou turned back and put his foot on the private doctor's body and kicked people out from afar.

Old black old white silently sent a sympathetic look, old black suddenly understood how annoying his mouth owed.

"Oh, that's it. It doesn't matter. It means that the chance is good in the morning. I'll go to sleep first. Good night." Meng Qingge helplessly opens his eyes, and does not want to close them.

Helpless and painful appearance tightly entangles the nerve of season evening boat, he is about to go mad.

"Qingge, there will be no problem, believe me." I don't know what else to say to make Qingge feel relieved.

"Where is Pipi? Did he bring you to me?" Meng Qingge suddenly remembered the things before, trying to squeeze out a smile and try to control himself to face the season boat.

"Yes, PIP is very clever. I'll give him extra food." Ji Wanzhou knows Meng Qingge's idea.

"Well, is he sleeping too? I'll see tomorrow." Meng Qingge said, burying himself in the quilt and unconsciously shrinking into a group.

Although Ji Wanzhou is distressed, there is no way to comfort her.

He had to gently lie beside Meng Qingge, dig out the man, kiss him on the forehead, and slowly say, "good night."

The next day, when Ji Wanzhou woke up, the little wife was already fully dressed and ready to go out.

Ji Wanzhou lunatic also regardless of the image of Meng Qingge ran to stop him.

"Are you going out?" Ji Wanzhou can't believe it. Mingming still can't take over the dark Qingge in front of her eyes yesterday. She will go out in the morning, although Ji Wanzhou guesses what she is going to do.

"Wanzhou, I'm going to list this festival. I'm just a little fuzzy now. I can't do anything normal." Meng Qingge tried to smooth his tone, fingers tightly grasp the shoulder strap of the bag, the joints are some white.

"But how can I rest assured of your present condition?" Ji Wanzhou is very dissatisfied. She has to run around like this. What does this woman think.

"But all of a sudden, the program is broadcast every day, not to mention this time is still live. If I can't participate, it is that I have no credibility."

Meng Qingge patiently looked at the direction of the season evening boat, she wanted to smile at him, but he couldn't smile, "and the light is good in the daytime, I can still see the big things."

"I can stop this thing, you know." Ji Wanzhou tightly grasps Meng Qingge's shoulder, looks at Meng Qingge's firm eyes, suddenly feels the nose sour.

Meng Qingge shakes her head firmly. She really doesn't want her favorite things to be destroyed like this. The last script is already very sorry for the screenwriter and director Zhang. Now he can't miss the second chance.

Always get into trouble everywhere. Who else dares to cooperate with her in the future.

Meng Qingge will never step back in this matter.

Ji Wanzhou can't help it, but he doesn't feel at ease. He has to leave his company, a cadre of people and so on, accompanied Meng Qingge to the set.

An hour later.

"Qingge, are you sure you're not in the wrong place?" Ji Wanzhou looks at the noise of the surrounding grass. There are few rooms around at a glance. No one will see such a desolate and beautiful place even if it is photographed.

"That's right. The director gives me this positioning. Let's talk about where we drive." Meng Qingge opens the mobile phone to confirm that it is the direction given by the director,

"please confirm again."

Ji Wanzhou compared with the surrounding map, the location is correct, that can only be that the director is really a talented person with courage.

Along the navigation route, the grass on both sides is getting higher and higher. When I saw a circle of black cars around, Ji Wanzhou decided that it was time to arrive at the scene.

"Your director's taste is really unique." Make complaints about Tucao, such a no human habitation, how it might not suffer, and how the facilities in this cabin are.Ji Wanzhou has just got off the bus and is surrounded by grass about half a person high.

"I'm not going to compete. You can rest assured." Meng Qingge in order to avoid such vision, a message in his own fall to death, early prepared to wear flat shoes.

And the season of Sao Bao is not so convenient. His normally spotless leather shoes are now buried in the soil. His tight suit also limits his movements, making him look funny in this place.

Meng Qingge quickly ran out of the grass between a few steps, standing at the other end of the boat to watch the swaying posture, merciless laughter.

"Ji Wanzhou, you can't catch up with me. It's better for me to be safe here." Meng Qingge laughs at the president. He is so reserved when he meets such a place. He runs back and decides to pull Ji Wanzhou out of the soil.

"And you know to come back." Season evening boat is not polite, the strength of the upper body completely pressure on the body of Meng Qingge.

"Of course I'll take you with me, or who do you think will take care of you?" Meng Qingge knew that Ji Wanzhou was intentional and did not rush to leave. Anyway, he was late, and it was not a bad time.

Ji Wanzhou thought he could hear the comfort of his wife, but he was laughed at. Ji Dashao, with a black face, picked up his wife and walked out quickly.