Chapter 751

After feeding, the ink cold engine is still a calm expression, carrying a tray, and went out from the room.

Of course, if you are familiar with him, you will be surprised to find that the corner of Mo's eyes is picking up, and the corner of his lips has a very slight arc, which is obviously a very happy and satisfied expression!

Luo Luo burps, raises his hand to touch his stomach, and feels swollen.

She shook her head, could not help sighing: "food a good fat 3 jin, want to be an actor star how so difficult?"

Mo lengqing's two bowls of soup, I don't know what material they are made of. The greedy insects who smell it are coming out. After drinking a bowl, Luo Luo's appetite is almost full, but he can't help but drink up the second bowl.

It's really a sin for a star whose appetite is less than half the size of a fist to drink two bowls of soup. I don't know how many calories will be consumed in order to get back!

Luo Luo patted his stomach gently, but he could not help feeling again: "this kind of situation can't be photographed by paparazzi, otherwise I'm afraid not everyone will feel it, Ling night a man can be pregnant, right

She looked at the closed door. Mo lengqing had been out for a while with a tray. She simply lifted the quilt and got out of bed. She ran to the bathroom to wash.

As soon as I came out, I received a call from Ling Ling Ling.

"Well, you bastard, you've learned to hang up on me." As soon as the phone is connected, Ling Ling, who is on the other side of the line, is scolding.

Luo Luo Leng for a moment, a little confused, for a while to come back to God, frowned and asked: "what hang up your phone, when did I hang up your phone?"

As soon as Mingming rings, she answers, OK?

At the other end of the phone, Ling Ling grunted a few times, but he was still very dissatisfied with the tone: "at this time, I was still sophistry. At more than nine o'clock, I called you three or four times, and you all hung up directly. Do you know that I have something important to do with you? As an artist, you dare not answer the phone of your agent..."

Ling Ling Ling is still talking, but Luo Luo has no interest in listening to it.

She frowned, moved the phone out of her ear, looked at the call records for a while, and sure enough, she found that at more than nine o'clock, Ling Ling made several calls.

The door was just pushed open again, and Mo lengqing had already put on a suit and came in.

Luoluo covers the microphone of the mobile phone, and runs to lengqing in front of him in three steps. He angrily pinches his arm. His expression is ferocious, like a hairy kitten: "Ling Ling just called, did you hang up for me?"

at eight or nine o'clock, Luoluo is still asleep, hanging up Luoluo's phone Except Qing can do it, he almost never does it again.

Feeling the soft force on his arm, Mo Leng nodded without expression, without any interest or guilt: "you are too tired, your phone is too noisy."

In order to let you sleep well, so of course I have to hang up your phone.

It's so reasonable!

Luo Luo was so impatient that he couldn't even care about his hand. He was still holding his mobile phone. In a huff, he bit Mo lengqing's face: "how dare you say it!"

Luo was so angry