Bright moon and clear wind

Chapter 36 Mo Yuelang must be greedy for him

When Lu Fengqing sees good photos, he is used to taking them and keeping them. When he has nothing to do, he can take them out to study.

Because of this small habit, he has accumulated a lot of theoretical experience. After a lot of practice, his shooting skills have also improved by leaps and bounds.

Mo Yuelang once boasted that Lu Fengqing did a good job, that was not a lie, it was because he really improved a lot.

However, the photos in the photo exhibition cannot be taken casually, Lu Fengqing can only look at each one carefully, and engrave all the light and shadow details in these photos in his mind.

This well-known photographer is good at taking portraits. When he saw a masked girl photographed in the desert, Lu Fengqing suddenly recalled the poster of Mo Yuelang he saw on the bus.

It was also a photo taken in the desert. Mo Yuelang was sitting on the hood of the SUV. His two straight long legs deepened the perspective of the picture.

At that time, Lu Fengqing also thought that this photo was taken very well, so he saved it with a camera.

At least at that time, he never thought that one day he would have an intersection with Mo Yuelang, and they would visit a photography exhibition together in this foreign country.

Thinking of this, Lu Fengqing turned his head to look for Mo Yuelang's figure.

It seems that since the first few photos, Mo Yuelang's breath has disappeared.Lu Fengqing looked around, and soon saw the overhanging figure beside a marble pillar.

Mo Yuelang was leaning back against the marble pillar casually, holding a leather notebook and pen in his hand, looking like he was drawing.

At the beginning, Lu Fengqing heard Jiang Hui say that Mo Yuelang had created his own brand, and thought that Mo Yuelang, like other artists who switched careers, used his popularity to do some business casually and cut off fans.

But after a period of contact, Lu Fengqing discovered that Mo Yuelang was not just playing around. The clothes he designed were praised by Li Chixu for their individuality. He could change Lu Fengqing's temperament greatly with a scarf, at least from these aspects. , Mo Yuelang is indeed very artistic.

Lu Fengqing suddenly realized that he had discovered another side of Mo Yuelang that no one knew about, it was just as he expected, maybe Mo Yuelang had more things that he didn't know.

He is afraid that these things are not all good things, but conflicts are human nature, and while he is worried about the relationship that is getting closer, he also feels an inexplicable joy about it.

He couldn't help but took out his phone and took a picture of Mo Yuelang who was serious about drawing.

Maybe it's because the models are too good-looking, and the photos taken casually with the mobile phone are as exquisite as pictorials.

Lu Fengqing became interested, changed several angles, and kept pressing the camera button towards Mo Yuelang.

At this moment, an elegantly dressed middle-aged lady walked up to Mo Yuelang, whispered a few words to him, and pointed in Lu Fengqing's direction with her finger.

She was full of vigilance, and looked at Lu Fengqing with unfriendly eyes, but Mo Yuelang followed her gaze to look at Lu Fengqing, and then showed her the notebook in her hand, she suddenly realized and nodded, He smiled apologetically at Lu Fengqing.

"What did she tell you?" Lu Fengqing came to Mo Yuelang's side and asked curiously.

"She reminded me that someone was secretly taking pictures of me." Mo Yuelang closed the notebook and tapped Lu Fengqing's head lightly, "Hold it for me, I'm going to the bathroom."

In the city of Milan, there are not a few people who know Mo Yuelang, but few people rush forward to ask for autographs and group photos.The lady just now was probably afraid that Mo Yuelang's private time would be harassed, so she kindly reminded him.

"Oh." Lu Fengqing rubbed the painful spot, and obediently held the notebook.

He found that Mo Yuelang really likes to give things to others, and it was the same last time in the film and television city. He could put his mobile phone in the car, but he insisted on letting him hold it.

The notebook should be full of paintings drawn by Mo Yuelang. In fact, Lu Fengqing is also curious about what Mo Yuelang usually draws, but the owner is not around, so he can't look through other people's notebooks without authorization.

He took the notebook and continued to look at the remaining photos. When Mo Yuelang came back, he returned the notebook to the owner intact.

However, Mo Yuelang's expression was not very good-looking.

"You didn't watch?" Mo Yuelang raised his eyebrows.

"What are you looking at?" Lu Fengqing was slightly taken aback.

Mo Yuelang took back the notebook from Lu Fengqing's hand with a speechless face, and Lu Fengqing seemed to see the four characters of "wasting expression" above his head.

"Ah," Lu Fengqing asked belatedly, "so you want me to read your notebook?"

This kind of thing, even if Mo Yuelang really wanted Lu Fengqing to look at his paintings, Lu Fengqing immediately lost interest in such a thing.

Mo Yuelang didn't answer with a stinky face, Lu Fengqing suddenly felt sorry for his slowness, he pulled Mo Yuelang's sleeve and said: "Then give me the notebook, I'll read it now."

"No." Mo Yuelang withdrew his hand, turned and walked forward, "I won't show it to you in the future."

Seeing Mo Yuelang's awkward look, Lu Fengqing couldn't help smiling, and followed Mo Yuelang's pace.

In the end, Lu Fengqing bought a photo album of the photographer, and got an autograph under Mo Yuelang's introduction, and was lucky enough to chat with the photographer.

In the past, Lu Fengqing would never have imagined that he would be able to talk to prominent people in the photography industry, but standing beside Mo Yuelang, all of this seemed to be taken for granted.

After coming out of the photography exhibition, Mo Yuelang took Lu Fengqing around again.

Mo Yuelang is really familiar with this city, and he can tell a story wherever he goes, about history and himself.

Along the way, Lu Fengqing listened with gusto, and when the two of them returned to the hotel to pick up their luggage and headed to the airport, he felt unfulfilled.

It's not that I don't want to go back to work, it's just that I don't want today to end like this.

When the two arrived at the airport, Ji Zun and his party happened to be checking in.

Lu Fengqing originally thought that Mo Yuelang came to Milan for a business trip, and the air ticket was reimbursed at public expense, so Mo Yuelang upgraded him, and he subconsciously thought it was entertainment.

But now that he knew that Mo Yuelang paid for it personally, he refused to upgrade no matter what.

"How much did you pay for my upgrade last time?" Lu Fengqing asked a little anxiously, he knew it must not be cheap, but he also knew that he would not be rewarded for nothing, and he had no reason to make Mo Yuelang spend money, "I Give you the money."

"No need." Mo Yuelang led Lu Fengqing to the first-class check-in counter irresistibly, and wanted to upgrade him again.

"Don't get promoted." Lu Fengqing said anxiously, "I can't afford it."

Lu Fengqing said this just to let Mo Yuelang understand that not everyone is so rich, but Mo Yuelang obviously misunderstood what he meant, and said without any reaction: "Then don't pay it back."

"No." Lu Fengqing frowned, without giving in at all, "I can't let you spend money for me."

Although Mo Yuelang can be domineering occasionally, he seems to know that it's not suitable to be aggressive at this time.He exhaled helplessly, looked at Lu Fengqing and said, "I'm spending money for myself."

Lu Fengqing didn't quite understand.

Mo Yuelang said: "Flying is so boring, I paid you to accompany me by my side, what's the problem?"

"..." Lu Fengqing was stunned for a while, but couldn't find anything to refute for a while.Having him by his side is definitely better than Mo Yuelang sitting alone for twelve hours.

"But..." Lu Fengqing still felt something was wrong.

"No but." With the foreshadowing, Mo Yuelang gradually became stronger, "In the eyes of others, I am your boyfriend, how could I let you fly economy class?"

Lu Fengqing almost forgot about this, Ji Zun was still on the same flight, if Mo Yuelang really let him take the economy class, I don't know what kind of moth Ji Zun would do.

And in this way, he and Mo Yuelang were separated by one cabin, while Ji Zun was next to Mo Yuelang, he somehow felt a little awkward.

"Okay then." Lu Fengqing pursed his lips, and compromised, "I won't pay that much money at once, and I may pay you back in several installments."

"It's fine." Mo Yuelang rubbed Lu Fengqing's head, "You don't need to pay back the money."

Lu Fengqing frowned and wanted to say that he would definitely pay it back, but at this moment Mo Yuelang lowered his head and whispered in his ear, "You can pay it back with other things."

Lu Fengqing was slightly taken aback, what else?

He thought about it seriously, he didn't have any valuables on him, and the only thing he could get out - the camera, was still owned by the company.

It is impossible for Mo Yuelang not to know that he is not rich, so the "others" in Mo Yuelang's mouth must be something that has nothing to do with money.

After realizing this level, Lu Fengqing's thoughts began to drift uncontrollably in strange directions like a wild horse running wild.

Mo Yuelang was greedy for his body.

It must be greedy for him.

This morning, when the two of them "clicked and stopped", Mo Yuelang's fingers wandered around his chrysanthemum area several times, and his desire to sleep should not be too obvious.

If he hadn't desperately held his position, the area might have been occupied by the enemy long ago.

Lu Fengqing evaluated himself objectively. Although his figure was not as good as Mo Yuelang's, it was still quite remarkable.

Because I often carry the camera, there are smooth muscle lines on the arms. Although the abdominal muscles are not obvious, the lower abdomen is flat and there is no embarrassing fat.

The most important thing is that although he is thin, he has a lot of flesh on his buttocks, and the two buttocks look like peaches - it is estimated that the teeth marks left by Mo Yuelang on them this morning have not disappeared yet.

A person who looks better than him does not necessarily have a higher butt than him; a person who has a higher butt than him does not necessarily look better than him.

An inexplicable sense of self-confidence surged in Lu Fengqing's heart, but when he glanced at Ji Zun sitting in the next row, this self-confidence disappeared instantly.

I haven't observed it before, and I don't know if Ji Zun's butt is up.

"What are you doing?" Mo Yuelang pinched Lu Fengqing's cheek, and turned his face towards her, "The plane is about to take off, why are you staring at Ji Zun?"

"No, I didn't do anything." Lu Fengqing looked away guiltily, and sat down obediently.He wanted to ask what Mo Yuelang meant by spending so much time on him, and if he just wanted to sleep with him, but he really couldn't ask this kind of question.

His mind was full of strange thoughts, and his expression naturally became strange.

"What are you thinking about?" Mo Yuelang tilted his head to look at Lu Fengqing, "You always lose your mind."

"No." Lu Fengqing subconsciously denied it, but after thinking about it, the matter of repaying the money can't be delayed forever, so he hesitated and asked: "You said just now that you don't need to pay back the money..."

"Well, what's wrong?" Mo Yuelang asked.

"Do you want me to pay it back with my body?" Lu Fengqing asked nervously.

Mo Yuelang was obviously taken aback, he stared at Lu Fengqing for a while without saying a word, and then burst out laughing.

"Yes, I want you to pay it back with your body." Mo Yuelang leisurely lay back on the chair, and said nonchalantly.

Hearing this answer, Lu Fengqing finally relaxed his heart.

Mo Yuelang really just wanted to sleep with him and play with him.He should have expected a long time ago, how could someone like Mo Yuelang be serious about him?

In his heart, it should be the feeling of a big rock falling to the ground, but Lu Fengqing felt a little uncomfortable.

Mo Yuelang put so much thought into him, but just wanted to sleep with him, if he still didn't agree to it, he seemed a bit ignorant.

Lu Fengqing was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle in his heart. He began to gradually prefer to sleep with Mo Yuelang and then make a clean break. Anyway, Mo Yuelang and him were people from two different worlds. He came and left gracefully. As fate would have it, the two will eventually disappear from each other's world.

That's good, it's better to break it off as soon as possible, so as not to sink too deep in the foggy forest.

Thinking of this, Lu Fengqing made a decision.

He took a deep breath calmly, looked at Mo Yuelang with a calm face, and wanted to say that he should go to the room after returning to China, but he heard Mo Yuelang continue: "Use your body to work for me."

Lu Fengqing's lines were all disrupted at once, and he asked inexplicably, "Work?"

"En." Mo Yuelang turned his head and looked at Lu Fengqing, "Come be my exclusive photographer, come?"

Lu Fengqing was dumbfounded, did Mo Yuelang mean to "repay with other things" because he wanted him to work part-time to pay off the debt?Then why is he acting out a big inner drama here?

Lu Fengqing had a faint urge to vomit blood, he took another deep breath, and asked tremblingly, "That's it?"

"What's the matter?" Mo Yuelang raised his eyebrows, "Or do you have other ideas?"

"No……"

The last announcement before takeoff was made in the cabin, the plane began to accelerate gradually, and the fuselage shook violently.

The moment the landing gear left the ground, Mo Yuelang suddenly called out Lu Fengqing's full name amidst the roar of the engine.

Lu Fengqing had already accepted that Mo Yuelang called him "Lu Lu" affectionately, but he was not used to calling him so seriously this time.

He turned his head to look at Mo Yuelang in response, waiting for his next words.

"You know I don't have any staff around me." Mo Yuelang said.

It wasn't until this moment that Lu Fengqing slowly realized what Mo Yuelang had just said to him.

Mo Yuelang has always been a loner, without even an assistant by his side, let alone a dedicated photographer.If Lu Fengqing really became Mo Yuelang's exclusive photographer, it wouldn't be a plot of breaking up after a fight, but a rhythm of working together for a long time.

"So," Mo Yuelang paused, "Are you here to be the only one?"