Bent By the Male Protagonist’s White Moonlight - Chapter 14

In the huge living room, only Ning Qingwan and Mo Li were left sitting face to face. After Ning Qingwan threw the phone aside, she reached out to Mo Li.

As soon as she stretched out her hand, Li Qiye knew that she wanted a cigarette, gave her a sullen look, took a cigarette and a lighter and put it in her hand, “Can’t you quit?”

“The last time the paparazzi took a picture of you smoking, how much did the company spend to suppress you?”

“I earn more than I spend.” Ning Qingwan’s tone was idle and indifferent.

What he said was indeed the truth, Mo Li had nothing to refute, and pushed the snack on the table in front of her.

Ning Qingwan just glanced at it lightly, then lay down on the sofa with little interest, lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, took a breath, and then slowly exhaled a ring of smoke.

“…” Mo Li knew that she didn’t know how to listen, so she just ignored it, cut the topic and started talking about the next day’s program recording process.

Ning Qingwan squinted her eyes and smoked, looked down at the long hair hanging down on her chest, with a cold, delicate and beautiful face, and suddenly asked without end, “How about I cut my hair short?”

Mo Li, who was interrupted, was stunned for a moment, “Did you listen to me?”

Ning Qingwan said the truth, “No.”

“…” Mo Li bitterly bit down the veal on the bamboo stick, chewed it hard, and made a sound of grinding his teeth once or twice. After swallowing it, she responded to Ning Qingwan’s question, ” Save it, the short-haired album photos that the company took for you before are useless, I’m afraid the fans will all bend.”

Ning Qingwan raised her eyebrows, “Then cut it.”

Mo Li looked at her helplessly, “Why don’t you take the last short hair photo and post it on Weibo, check the fans’ tone, and then decide. Your Weibo hasn’t been updated for a long time.”

Ning Qingwan thought for a while, then glanced at Mo Li approvingly, “What a great idea~”

She opened another bag on the sofa and took out the notebook and pen she used to write inspiration for lyrics.

Li Mo knocked on the table, “You first listen to me explaining the procedure for tomorrow.”

Ning Qingwan glanced at Mo Li, who was already on the verge of collapse, and chuckled lightly, “Say, I’m listening.”

Mo Li rolled her eyes back at her, picked up the water on the table and took a few sips, his eyes fell on the mobile phone that Ning Qingwan had thrown to one side, this ancestor really became more and more strange.

After Mo Li finished speaking, Ning Qingwan’s Weibo, which seemed to have been forgotten by the deity, was finally updated.

……

Meng Xia and Tiantian chatted for a while in Mosquito’s room and then went back to their rooms.

After climbing into the bed, Meng Xia sat leaning against the bed board. As usual, he swiped Weibo before going to bed, and then received a reminder message from Weibo.

[Ning Qingwan V: My]

The accompanying picture is a hand-drawn drawing of a little rabbit with a big bow. The lines are simple but vivid. The big bow also has Ning Qingwan’s signature.

Meng Xia suddenly thought of the picture of Ning Qingwan signing her autograph in the daytime, and her pale cheeks were dyed with a faint layer of crimson.

what does my… mean…

In just a few minutes, there were thousands of comments on Ning Qingwan’s Weibo.

[Master Wan’s Leg Hair: See you in a long time series, Wan Wan’s husband is open for business online. 】

This comment has the most likes and hangs in the first one.

[Lai Xiaomeng V: Ow~ This little bunny is cute, make it into jewelry for me! Ready to send you a set of exclusive customization! 】

Meng Xia’s eyes were fixed on Lai Xiaomeng’s comment for a while.

The replies under the comments are all clamoring for Lai Xiaomeng to put on the shelf to notify.

The pair of pink pig slippers that he wore in Ning Qingwan’s house flashed in his mind, Meng Xia went to search Lai Xiaomeng’s shop by surprise, most of them were jewelry of girls’ series, and the pair of pig head slippers that sold the most in the shop.

Meng Xia pursed her lips, silently clicked on the shop to follow, and then returned to Weibo to read the comments.

Ning Qingwan became popular very quickly, but Weibo is always closed, and she doesn’t like to socialize. Her daily activities are either recording songs or staying at home. Except for fans and members of theone, there are not many celebrities who came to interact and leave messages in the first place.

【Mo Li V: …That’s it? ? 】

[Zhang Chenxing V: Rabbits have and are cute]

[Yan Qing V: Rabbits have and are delicious]

[Ye Zhen V: Huh, signature = stamp, yours. 】

[Shen Yunxi V: Did you remember the Weibo password? 】

Meng Xia liked this comment, and she once wondered if Ning Qingwan had forgotten her Weibo password and was closed for so long.

Further down are fans’ confession messages, and she left a comment after watching it for a while.

【What do you want to eat today: Ah~ I want to sign and hand-painted! 】

After leaving a comment, I thought about it and sent a message to Ning Qingwan’s WeChat.

【Sister, good night~】

After a while, Ning Qingwan replied with a message.

【Sister Sweetheart: Want to sign and hand-painted? 】

Meng Xia was stunned for a while, staring at the line of words on the screen. She remembered that her Weibo had been picked up after the hugging photo was released, and it was not surprising that Ning Qingwan knew.

Did you happen to see her comment? Meng Xia didn’t think much about it, and returned an emoji.

Ning Qingwan lay lazily on the sofa, her clothes had a wide collar and slipped to one side, revealing her fair and round shoulders, her two slender legs resting on the armrest of the sofa, her posture was lazy and seductive, and she looked like a fairy.

The phone lit up, she clicked it on, and the prompt message was two words.

【want to】

She raised her eyebrows slightly, and the little girl’s blushing face immediately appeared in her mind, and her soft and waxy voice echoed in her mind.

Gee, want to hear it.

Click inside to see if it’s an emoji pack, or her own animated emoji pack by Ning Qingwan…

Mo Li glanced at Ning Qingwan, whose expression was constantly changing, and raised the phone, “Didn’t you just post Weibo to ask fans for their opinions on long hair and short hair? What are you posting?”

“Will I listen to you if you ask me?” She smiled, “It’s just a business.”

Mo Li pressed his eyebrows and felt that it was not suitable to communicate with her today, so he got up and said, “I’m going back, you go to bed earlier.”

Ning Qingwan waved her hand and was busy replying to the message.

Ning Qingwan: [Here you~ but I have to answer a question. 】

Meng Xia replied: [What’s the problem? Question.jpg.]

Ning Qingwan: [Do you think long hair or short hair looks good? 】

Meng Xia: [Does my sister want to cut her hair short? 】

Ning Qingwan’s talented face appeared in her mind, and her long hair was already sinister and glamorous. With short hair, she couldn’t imagine how charming Ning Qingwan with short hair would be.

Then Ning Qingwan kindly gave her a reference, a photo of short hair.

Meng Xia stared at the photos on the phone, her heartbeat was so clear, she felt like it was jumping out of her throat one after another.

In the photo, Ning Qingwan has short cyan and ink-colored hair, which seems to be trimmed casually and layered. The soft hair outlines a delicate and smooth outline along the forehead. Rippled lake.

A frown and a smile, all revealing a casual laziness and uninhibitedness.

In the face of such Ning Qingwan, she was afraid that she didn’t even have the courage to call her sister.

Meng Xia: [Sister still looks good with long hair, immortal and sassy. 】

Ning Qingwan: [Does short hair look bad? Grief jpg.]

Subconsciously swallowing his saliva, Meng Xia imagined Ning Qingwan’s grievance, and was inexplicably stabbed to the point of cuteness, and quickly replied to the message.

Meng Xia: [It’s beautiful! Both long hair and short hair look good, and my sister looks good no matter what! 】

Ning Qingwan: [Oh… do you like what I look like? 】

Meng Xia was stunned for a moment, feeling strange, but couldn’t tell what was wrong, and replied with a blushing face: [I like it. 】

Ning Qingwan: [Okay~ Got it. Go to bed early, good night]

After replying good night, Meng Xia stared at the phone for a while before turning it off, turning off the light, and burrowing into the quilt.

After a while, the person on the bed in the dark rolled twice in a quilt.