After Exchanging Shadows

Chapter ix

Nguyen Nightshade came out of the bath model, and Mo also put a sitting position at the table, his eyes didn't instantly look at the bathroom door.

“Washed so long.” Mommy swept her eyes up and down cold.

The longer it takes for Nguyen Nightingale to come into contact with her naked body inside, the more she has to strip in the shower and have to come into intimate contact with her whole body and even harder to talk about.

Every additional minute, Mo was so grumpy that she wanted to strangle her.

But if she hastily washes herself for a while, and makes the ink intolerable to the severely cleansed patient, after all, she usually treats the washing very carefully.

So difficult to get back and forth, Momo was so grumpy that he could not help but kill himself.

“I told you it's inconvenient to wash your eyes closed.” Nguyen changed her pajamas and walked over with the wind, bringing a refreshing scent after bathing, glancing at her: “After all, I bent over to pick up the bath lotion for ten minutes. ”

Mo: “...”

Nguyen Nightingale lit his left palm there with his right forefinger. Slowly he said, "It's been washing too long, you dislike me for a long time. It washes too fast, you disgust me for not washing it. Her mother was so picky, the slave didn't know how to be good. ”

Mo chuckled: “What good is it? Give me a red one and you'll know how to do it. ”

Nguyen Nightshade looked at her and wondered if she was smoked by the heat in the bathroom. Her white cheeks were slightly restrained and seemingly reddish.

In the words, there was also a sense of acidity that had accumulated after being seen through the door before being broken by Mo: “Anyway, my business today is done, I can sleep. And you, you don't want to take a bath? Did you consider my previous suggestion that I wash it for you? After all, my body is mine, I am skilled and professional. ”

Min Mo ignored her and turned around and left: “I've already told you everything. Remember, I'm going back. Rest assured, my eyes will be tighter than yours in the shower. ”

Nguyen Nightingale laughed at the back: “Well, you can appreciate it. I think I'm in pretty good shape, 100 out of 100, and I give myself 95. ”

Mo Mo steps: “...”

Follow the fast steps forward, and the feet are impatient.

Nguyen yelled at her again. “Wait. ”

“What?” Mo turned cold.

“It's all right." Nguyen Nightshade smiled. “Ma'am, be careful on your way back to the palace. Don't fall. ”

Mo decisively ignored her and pushed the door away.

The room was quiet again in a flash, and the smile on Nguyen's face went off, lying on the hospital bed, looking at the white ceiling above.

“Be careful.” She muttered and closed her eyes.

Mo went back to wash the most collapsed bath of her life. Face is not your own, hands are not your own, feet are not your own, even... breasts are not your own, let alone anything else.

She closed her eyes, closed her eyes and hypnotized herself over and over again, finally tormenting everything she had to, and when she lay in bed, she felt like she was crazy.

She gradually fell asleep in this complex mood of restlessness and fright that had left her body out of control, and ended up having a dream.

In her dreams, she saw her body right in front of her, her eyebrows familiar, all like her ink. But she could only watch her body fade away until it was about to disappear into view.

She was anxious and anxious to get back to her body, so she could only chase behind her body and chase it to the beach.

As the sun sets west, the sea faints in the red light of the sky, and the beach is stained with romantic red gold.

She chased in the back, her body pinched her orchids on the beach under the sunset and ran forward, smiling back at her in three steps.

Running barefoot on the fine sand, Nguyen Nightingale grinned and slutty: “Ha-ha-ha, Mo, come after me! If you want someone's body, come after me! Ha-ha-ha! Come after me! ”

Running back and forth in the sunset, the silver bells echoed between the romantic sea skies.

Mo lifted the quilt violently, spasmodically shivering, bouncing from the bed and sitting up: “...”

She was sweaty, pale and trembling like she had a major illness.

Fortunately, it was a dream.

It's beautiful. She's blind.

The cracks in the curtains came out of the morning light and the patient nurse started walking on the porch outside the door.

Mo sat on the bed for a while before coming down, slowly walking to the sink with a bandage to prepare the wash, looked up and saw Nguyen's face in the mirror, and almost squeezed the toothbrush again.

Undispersed soul!

Feng Tangtang left yesterday, no family and friends have come to see Nguyen Nightshang, and no care has been given. Nguyen Nightshang is now replaced by Nguyen Nightshang, falling into this cold and clear pit, very desolate. She went downstairs to buy breakfast and waited for the nurse to come and give her an injection, during which she received a text message from Nguyen Nightshang.

It said in the text: "Mother Wan Fu Jin 'an, the slave has been safely transferred to another hospital with Road Road Road Road Road. Things are going smoothly. Don't worry, you don't have to go to the ward to visit the slave, after all, the slave is no longer there. ”

Smiley typing: “Free of courtesy. Break your legs if you don't listen to the trail in the future. ”

“Breaking the slave's leg is breaking the mother's leg. Slaves panicked. ”

Momo was too lazy to bullshit her: “Don't send me these. I rarely used to text continuously. Be careful what Lu Qingming sees. Lu Qingming, what are the arrangements, when are you going to publish the news? ”

“A week from now, your company will announce that it will give online public opinion a break this week, and then there will be a press conference. ”

Publishing public opinion too soon will not expand deeply, and it will be annoying to procrastinate and unresponsive. Especially the anger accumulated by the fan corps may connect the company. Lu Ming is well aware of this, and the timing is well pinched.

Mo had no problem with this, and when he knew the news, he never texted back.

Leaning on the bed for an infusion, half an hour later, she received a text message from Nguyen Nightingale: "How do you feel sleeping with my body for the first time? ”

She wanted to send a text message telling her that she felt better and then she chose to throw her phone aside and take care of herself.

This sudden disaster caused some kind of subversive change in Mo's body, but Nguyen Nightingale herself had no problems and was discharged after a three-day break.

Feng Tangtang brought Nguyen Nightshang's new gift box to Mo.

To accompany Mo back to the house of Nguyen Nightshang, Feng Tang Tang was very excited: “Nguyen Nguyen, I can't believe that Xiang sent you a gift. Is it because of this time that you two became in distress? ”

She naively thought that Nguyen Nguyen had finally hugged her thighs. The new play that she was about to catch had an important role to play. Would Nguyen Nguyen be recommended to producers and directors?

No one knows why, Nguyen Nightshang has not had a chance to receive any plays in all these years, because a “pedaling sound” exploded like that, a brilliant new star, originally had an unlimited future, but now it has fallen to the point where only print advertisements can be made.

Long ago, rumors were that Nguyen Nightingale was hidden in the snow, and no crew was willing to take it, but no one could point out who Nguyen Nightingale was guilty of.

Nowadays, public opinion has long dissipated, and only occasionally in the forum can some old news of mold be found, and many have forgotten the existence of Nguyen Nightshang.

Mo opened the gift box and went to the bottom of the two hidden bank cards, faintly: “You think too much, she just panicked, nothing to do. ”

After a pause, she looked up again and smiled. “Sugar, you're not going to talk to your new boss, are you? ”

Feng Tang Tang laughed as he drove. “How can you? Ever since I went to be your assistant, how many bad things have I said to you in front of me? ”

Mo: “...”

Oh, Nguyen Nightshank, you're fine.

“What did I say to her before?” Mommy sat in the passenger seat and lifted her hands and gently lifted her hair.

“Have you forgotten what you said? ”

Mo looked ahead and sighed, so he said casually: “This fire is nothing else, it just feels like there's something in my brain sometimes nothing, obviously I've said it before, I just can't remember. The one you just mentioned to me, I really don't remember. The doctor said it was normal. It would be very helpful for my recovery if people around me could give me more reminders. ”

Feng Tang Tang nodded seriously: “I know, I know, it's a concussion. ”

Mo: “...”

Feng Tang Tang thought about it and said, "You've said a lot about Xiao. It should be said most often that nobody talked about the shelf, the face of Baiyama was paralyzed all year long, and the cold blood was ruthless. Well, by the way, by the way, and by the way, noble, cold, pure and compulsive! ”

Mo: “...”

Sumo hooked his lips, gently clapped his hands, and made an enlightening gesture there smiling in the spring breeze: “Yes, that's it. You see, this reminder reminds me immediately. The doctor is still right. Sugar, you have to remind me more later. Isn't that right, she's just like that, cold-blooded and paralyzed? ”

Feng Tang Tang was so sweet, he nodded like a garlic rush: “Mmm-hmm. ”

Mo: “...”

Do you want fired squid?

Feng Dongtang drove there, and Mo spotted the phone and quickly sent a text message.

Nguyen Nightingale is getting a tablet online in her private room on the 24th floor of the company, showing all the information on the bank card she queried.

The two spare bank cards, one for over 3 million and one for over 4 million, were given to her by Mo. Plus the two pieces she handed over to Ink in her gift box, four pieces add up to over 10 million.

Nguyen Nightshang: “...”

So the concept of pocket money is now a million.

Texting reminded me that Nguyen Nightshang picked up his phone and saw Mo's text message.

It says: "No one in my eyes has tall shelves, the face of Baishan has been paralyzed all year long, cold blooded ruthless mother-in-law, noble, cold and pure pretense forced? ”

Nguyen Nightshang: “...”

... sugar candy you're really going to kill me.

Nguyen Nightshade hurried his fingers to the dance and replied: "The slaves are scared. ”