From ancient times to the present: The disabled boss was hugged by the empress and princess

Ye Jingjing is filming a video here, and Chen Huan is filming secretly with a mobile phone over there.

He was like a super fanboy, snapping and yelling at the same time.

"Ah ah ah, the young lady can do somersaults, side flips, and also do foil swordsmanship. This is so cool!! Movies can't even capture this effect!"

Chen Huan squatted next to Mo Yunzhuo's wheelchair.

He asked curiously: "Master Mo, what do you think it feels like to have your throat sealed with a sword by the young madam? With that sword, you should die easily!"

Mo Yunzhuo's eyes kept falling on Shen Li.

He replied without any thought: "You can try it and open my eyes!"

Chen Huan: "..."

Nothing!

Mr. Mo was already good at joking, and he actually made him happy like this.

Chen Huan suddenly stared at Mo Yunzhuo with a smile: "Master Mo, your eyes are almost growing on the young lady's body!"

Mo Yunzhuo: "..."

Chen Huan is now the number one fan of CP.

"Tsk, tsk, Mo Shao's eyes are so gentle that they can make you choke."

Mo Yunzhuo still ignored him.

Staring at the dashing and heroic silhouette on this vast grassland, every movement she made was soft yet strong. She had the slender figure of a woman, but the explosive power of a man.

Compared with the sword-playing scenes in movies, Shen Li's real-life kung fu without any special effects or stand-ins is truly pleasing to the eye.

There is nothing wrong with appreciation, she has the capital.

The video of Shen Li dancing with the sword was shot over and over again.

Ye Jingjing showed her the replay and said with admiration: "Ali...it's so...beautiful!"

Shen Li rubbed her head.

"Your little mouth is really sweet."

Ye Jingjing blushed and laughed: "This...is what it is!"

Shen Li said: "Go back and fix it, upload it to your account, and it will not be posted on Weibo."

"it is good."

Shen Li put the sword into its scabbard and trotted to Mo Yunzhuo.

"How about it, I played pretty well!"

She looked like she was waiting for him to compliment her.

Mo Yunzhu said honestly: "It's very good."

Shen Li immediately became proud: "That's right, there will be no one more powerful than me. This sword in my hand is unparalleled in the world!"

Mo Yun said carefully: It is you who are unparalleled in the world, not the sword.

L!

The sky suddenly began to rain lightly.

"What's wrong, I didn't bring an umbrella!" Chen Huan said hurriedly.

Just as Mo Yunzhuo was about to get into the car to avoid it, his eyes suddenly darkened, and a small shadow blocked his vision.

He looked up in confusion and saw Shen Li's palm on his forehead.

She smiled at him and said, "I'll help you cover the rain."

She stood in front of him, much taller than him in the wheelchair. Behind her was a green background, and her smile was the only embellishment on this grassland.

Warm and bright, just like her, the sun is like fire.

She didn't care about herself, but she could take care of him with the utmost care.

This may be just a very casual action, but Mo Yunzhuo felt that he was cared about, which was very precious.

The raindrops gradually became heavier.

Mo Yunzhuo's cold handsome face was tainted with a bit of gentleness.

He said softly: "Get in the car first!"

After getting in the car and setting off, the rain became heavier and heavier, hitting the windshield with a crackling sound.

Mo Yunzhuo's face was dry, but Shen Li's own face was a little wet from the rain. Mo Yunzhuo took out a few tissues and handed them to her.

She was busy arranging some wet strands of hair stuck to her face, grabbing them casually.

"Thank you!"

Suddenly, my palms felt a little cold.

She was surprised and turned around to see that she had accidentally grabbed Mo Yunchu's hand.

Both of them were stunned, this was a wonderful accident.

But no one let go.

The car was silent and no one spoke, which made their hand-holding movements even more abrupt.

Mo Yunzhuo looked at the hand held by her, with inexplicable emotions in his eyes.

Shen Li frowned and said, "Is it cold?"

His hands really had no warmth at all.

Mo Yunzhuo still didn't withdraw his hand and let her hold it motionless.

He said softly: "It's not cold."

After he finished speaking, he added: "It's just that my skin is naturally sensitive to coldness!"

His skin was always cool, while hers was hot at all times, a stark contrast.

"So it is!"

Shen Li suddenly wanted to kick his hand into his chest to warm it up.

But doing so is really offensive!

They had a one-year date, and he was shy very easily, so she had to maintain a gentlemanly attitude so as not to offend him.

So he let go of his hand and took the tissue to wipe the rain off his face.

Mo Yunzhuo turned to look out of the car, put his hands on the sides of his legs, and quietly clenched them into fists. He felt that the place where she had grabbed her skin was so hot that it burned into his heart.

A hint of sadness slipped through his dark eyes.

After she let go, he actually felt lost.

Too bad, he seemed to be craving this warmth more and more.