General, you got the wrong script [holographic online game]

I dreamed that he hesitated a little at the entrance, and went to the bathroom first. He washed his face with water, touched his painful head, and it still hurt a little when he hit the elevator door. This guy, He Yu, runs away when he sees people. Nothing has changed.

I can only blame him for his poor vision, for choosing such a person in the first place.Anyway, it's his own choice, no wonder other things, the past tense has long been left behind by him, and he has to look forward.

He looked down at his hands, the touch of his fingertips was still there, Huangfu Mo's clothes felt better to touch than to look at.He wiped the water off his face casually, and smiled unconsciously. What's the matter with this inexplicable feeling of excitement?

After signing at the ticket gate, the boy at the ticket gate handed Mengmeng a movie ticket made of a hard card, which recorded the name of the movie, the playing time, and the seat coordinates.

The light in the Sea of ​​Love Hall is dim, and the freely distributed couple's cabins are like boats in the sea. The flashing red light of the movie ticket guides Mengmeng to a couple's cabin.I dreamed of inserting a movie ticket into the card reader slot, and the red light displayed on the movie ticket turned into a green light.

Accompanied by the friendly voice prompt, the doors of the couple's compartment slowly moved towards the two sides.

"Welcome to Lovers Room No. 55 in the Love Sea Hall. The current time is 5:[-] am. The movie "Dong Zang" will start playing in [-] minutes. Please take your seat as soon as possible and adjust the seat to the way you are used to watching movies. Best wishes You had a great movie-watching trip."

Staring at the compartment, dreaming that he could vaguely see a person sitting inside, according to the agreement, Huangfu Mo did not turn on the light.Meng Meng took a deep breath, and as soon as he arrived in front of the other party, Huangfu stretched out his hand indifferently and pulled him into his arms.

Dreaming that someone fell unsteadily on the opponent, he was half kneeling on the edge of the seat, Huangfu Mo put his arms around his waist, buried his face in his chest, and said with peace of mind: "You are finally here."

I dreamed that I opened my mouth, and swallowed the words that came to my mouth.Don't talk, don't talk, keep a low profile.He lowered his body, sat on Huangfu Mo's lap, took the other's hand, and wrote: I promised I would definitely come.

In response to the reaction of the dream, Huangfu Mo obviously paused, then he lowered the seat to lie flat, lay down with Meng in his arms, and lightly stroked Meng's lips with his fingers: "Why don't you speak?"

Meng froze.

Huangfu Mo raised his chin, and bit his lower lip with his probe: "They told me that playwright Ximu is not dumb."

He dreamed that tears flowed, and he actually forgot about it.

Yuki is indeed not dumb. As for him never appearing in public, the unified official statement used by Xiaona is that Yuki is a healthy and normal person who likes to create quietly without being disturbed. Please don’t question him as something defect.

Zhang Han testified that he didn't know what Ximu looked like, but it was absolutely impossible for him to be dumb, and he was so noisy about script revision.

Zhao Qixin testified that her old partner, Ximu, was unknown in appearance, but she was not very old, at least she had nothing to do with maturity and stability. During the communication process, she could vaguely feel the childishness and willfulness that had not faded over the years.

Huangfu met Zhao Qixin on Molu this morning, Zhao Qixin's car broke down, and they both came to Love Sea Hall, so Zhao Qixin also hitched a ride.Along the way, the two chatted about Ximu, which put Huangfu Mo in a good mood.

Regarding these forensic verifications, Meng Meng is still unaware.

The soft music sounded slowly, the surrounding area became brighter, and the movie started.Thinking for a moment in the dream, she shrank into Huangfu Mo's arms: I don't want to destroy the atmosphere of getting along between the dumb musician and the swordsman.

Huangfu Mo smiled, relieved: "Forget it, as you please."

The hemispherical screen enveloped the ground, the picture of the world of ice and snow, and the base of the couple's cabin blew a gust of cold wind.Dreaming that it was cold, she couldn't help shivering, Huangfu Mo immediately hugged him tightly, and the body temperature came from the tight place.Dreaming of reaching out to touch Huangfu Mo's back, the opportunity is never to be missed, time never comes, don't take advantage of this moment and wait for when.

His hands caressed Huangfu Mo's back, from the shoulders to the back of the neck, along the spine from top to bottom. The clothes felt perfect to the touch, and the delicate fabric covered his muscular body. The faint smell of perfume lured him to dream of being transformed into a wolf.

It's a pity that it is a cub with weak combat effectiveness.

Huangfu Mo's back was itchy from being touched by him, and he leaned sideways to press him down, his warm breath brushing against Mengmeng's cheek: "The movie has already started and you're still so restless."

In the dream, she raised her face, bit Huangfu Mo's chin lightly, and wrote down unwillingly: How can you be sure that I am Ximu, can't I tell the story to others?

Huangfu Mo chuckled: "I inquired about the approximate time frame of script creation, from your disappearance to your appearance, no playwright needs a narrator to accompany the storytelling for a year, right?"

Dreaming of thick skin: what if

"If that's the case, I'll turn on the light. Since you're not Ximu, I have to see with my own eyes who my musician is." Huangfu Mo said and straightened up.

Dreaming of grabbing the opponent's hand in a hurry.

General, don't turn on the light. What you see when you turn on the light is not the musician, but the pharmacist.

He raised his body and begged for mercy and kissed Huangfu Mo: Don't turn on the light.

"I can't watch the mysterious playwright?" Huangfu Mo asked.

Dreaming of rubbing against his neck intimately, he only had one piece of face left. Give him a few days to reminisce about the last time before he lost it all.After seeing He Yu just now, he had lingering fears in his dream. Sooner or later his true self would show up in front of Huangfu Mo. Not only would his identity as a musician=pharmacist be exposed, but also that of Ximu=Mengmeng would be exposed.

Without a vest, he feels insecure, and he is a little uneasy.

I dreamed of holding Huangfu Mo's hand and writing on his palm: I have a different appearance from the musician, I'm afraid you will be disappointed.

This is the truth.

Huangfu Mo breathed a sigh of relief, "Is this what you are worried about?"

I dreamed that there was no sound.

Huangfu Mo held up the face dreamed of, and stroked his face carefully, from forehead to eyes, from cheeks to lips: "No matter what you look like, you are my musician, and my liking will not be affected by your appearance." Change."

Dreaming that his heart was shaken, he hugged Huangfu Mo and grabbed the other person's clothes tightly.

The ones who are powerful and powerful are the most annoying. Their acting skills are all up to date, and the sweet lines are spoken one after another, but he still likes to listen to them. He guesses that he is hopeless.

He turned his head, Huangfu Mo's kiss firmly sealed his lips.

Huangfu Mo's kiss was so passionate and lingering that his face turned red in his dream. He thought that there was no difference between reality and the game, but as a result, the difference between data and reality persisted.The fiery breath, the panting between the lips and teeth, the subtle sound of cloth rubbing against each other, and the faint smell of perfume, accompanied by Huangfu Mo's kiss, made the dream hot and dry.

Sure enough, it would be a great loss for musicians to enjoy kissing without moaning.

Dreaming of being kissed so hard to breathe, Huangfu Mo didn't intend to stop at all, dreaming of staring at the screen above his head, it didn't make sense, he was obviously watching a serious and normal movie, what is the current hot kiss that doesn't slow down? What's going on?

It is strange to see the effect of OX film.

He closed his eyes and tightened his arms around the other's neck, even though he didn't pay much attention to the content of the movie, it was better than falling asleep while watching the movie.

He responded to the other party's kiss, and the tip of his tongue tightly hooked the other party's tongue intentionally or unintentionally, not letting the other party leave.

Soon, Meng Meng realized that something was wrong.Huangfu Mo spread his legs apart, rubbing his pants heavily under his body, Huangfu Mo lifted his waist and outlined his waistline.The exclamation in the dream was swallowed by Huangfu Mo's deep kiss, he pressed Huangfu Mo's shoulder, his heart beating like a drum, Huangfu Mo would not want to do it in a movie theater, would he?

It's not good...it's really not good...

How will he face those audiences who come to the Love Sea Hall to watch movies in the future, and if he really does, how will he get out of the theater in a while.Although it was a long and painful night to be with my right hand after more than 20 years of drought, but the first time I was in the couple's box, it was simply too unrestrained.

I dreamed that I was thinking about how to reject Huangfu Mo with chaotic thoughts, and I was shocked to find that all the buttons of the clothes were unbuttoned, the belt was loose, and the trousers were unsecured. The situation was extremely urgent.

Huangfu Mo's attack has always been speedy and unmistakable.

Meng Meng pushed Huangfu Mo's shoulder anxiously, her voice was affected by her emotions, and her voice became hoarse: "Don't..."

Huangfu Mo licked his lips and said with a smile, "Is this your voice? Mute musicians can't speak."

In his dream, he suddenly felt a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and he blushed and looked away. Fortunately, the light was not bright, and his embarrassment was not so obvious. He struggled for a few seconds, and took the other person's hand: You can't do it here.

"Why?" Huangfu Mo's voice was engulfed in desire, adding a bit of deep and charming.

Dreaming of blushing: I can't go out.

"I'll carry you out." Huangfu Mo buried his head in kissing the skin on Mengmeng's chest.

Dreaming in a hurry: Don’t joke about your career.

Huangfu was silent: "Before I wasn't sure what you thought, I was a little uneasy. It wasn't until your assistant came to me with the outline of the new play that I realized that you were writing the story of the two of us in the year you disappeared. Seeing the characters In the setting, the musician and the swordsman are life-and-death companions, so I finally feel at ease."

Dreaming of being surprised, Huangfu Mo actually felt uneasy.

Huangfu Mo grabbed Mengmeng's hand and interlaced his fingers: "I don't want to let go, I'm afraid I won't find you again in the blink of an eye, maybe it will be a year or ten years before I can see you again, or you will never come back for the rest of my life."

Dreaming of raising her head and kissing Huangfu Mo's eyes: As long as you treat me sincerely, how can I be willing to leave.

"I'll prove it to you, my sincerity." Huangfu Mo paused, and hugged Meng Meng, whose clothes had been stripped to pieces, "What do I want you to do now?"

Dreaming of blushing: no.

Huangfu Mo lowered his head and rested his head on Mengmeng's shoulder, and the stalemate lasted for less than 2 minutes. Mengmeng hated himself for being spineless: It's not allowed to do a full set, but kissing is okay.