Daily Life of a Villain’s Mother

All the costumes have been designed with artwork, and then they only need to be customized according to Ye Fan's size.

Ye Fan became the heroine of the international director Qin An in one fell swoop, and this film will also participate in the Venice Film Festival, and her worth immediately rose.

In the past half month, there have been countless announcements to find Ye Fan.

Ye Fan will be separated from Dudu for a period of time if he joins the group to shoot. Even if you come back every few days, the time you can accompany Dudu is very short.

Ye Fan and Dai Jinshan talked about it. Dai Jinshan could understand her psychology as a mother, so she didn't take on a lot of work and reserved time for Ye Fan and Dudu.

After work this afternoon, Ye Fan finished dinner with Dudu at home.

Ye Fan was going to leave the house and join the filming group in a while. She didn't want to leave Dudu, and she hesitated and didn't know how to tell Dudu.

On the contrary, Dudu first noticed Ye Fan's emotions. He stretched out his chubby little hand and gently held Ye Fan's face, just like she usually held him.

"Mom." Dudu looked at Ye Fan with big round eyes, waiting for her to tell herself.

Ye Fan told Dudu that his mother was going to make a movie, and she had to come to see him every few days.

Dudu was a little disappointed, but he also hoped that his mother would become better in the future, and the little milk sounded: "Grandma Zeng said that if mother is not at home, Dudu can live with Grandma Zeng."

Ye Fan picked Dudu up from the chair: "Will Dudu miss her mother?"

"Think!" Dudu expressed his loyalty seriously, "I think about it during the day, and I also think about it at night. Dudu will wait for her mother to come home every day."

Ye Fan kissed Dudu's fleshy flesh, it was really her little baby.

In the evening, after Dudu fell asleep, Ye Fan gently went to the study.

She took out the script of "Life is Like Fireworks", which she had read through before, and the emotions of the characters had not been well thought out.

As the night got darker, Ye Fan kept looking down at the script. She is very involved and every scene takes a long time to watch.

Before I knew it, the clock on the wall had reached eleven o'clock in the evening. Ye Fan didn't notice the passage of time at all, and even the door outside was opened and someone entered the house without knowing it.

He Han's filming was very late today, and it was very late when he arrived at Ye Fan's house.

When he entered the house, the lights were not turned on in the living room. The door of Ye Fan's room was flat, and it was dark inside.

He Han glanced at it, and there was only a faint light coming from the study.

He Han started and walked towards the study.

He gently opened the door and saw Ye Fan sitting at the table with a light on inside, and the white light reflected the script in front of her.

Ye Fan lowered his head and was thinking seriously, his brows slightly wrinkled.

Hearing the movement of the door, Ye Fan finally calmed down. She raised her head and met He Han's eyes. He Han usually comes here, so she is not surprised.

Ye Fan glanced at the clock on the wall and realized that it was past eleven o'clock.

He Han walked in, grabbed the door handle, and closed the door. There were only the two of them in the study, and there was silence in one room.

Ye Fan asked: "The filming is over?"

He Han nodded: "Have you not slept yet?" He came to Ye Fan's house just to see them. If Ye Fan and Dudu were already asleep, he would leave.

Ye Fan said: "There is a scene that is more complicated and not easy to handle."

Thinking of this, she frowned again.

"Let's see." He Han walked to Ye Fan's side, he bent down and leaned against her. His breath came suddenly.

He Han subconsciously reached out and stroked Ye Fan's brow, soothing her emotions.

Probably because he had done a lot of action scenes recently, his finger pads were a little rough, and when he stroked Ye Fan's forehead, she relaxed a bit.

As soon as you relax, you can feel a fine electric current slip by inadvertently.

After a while, He Han let go, and he also finished the script of the play.

His slender fingers rested on the script and tapped a few places.

After Ye Fan looked carefully, He Han began to speak, and she raised her head to listen to him.

He Han's thin lips opened and closed, and every word came to the point. He has acted for many years. Ye Fan used to study music. If he wants to ask for advice, the first person must be He Han.

The moonlight fell between his brows, reflecting his stern face even more seriously.

The conversation was over, and neither of them had taken their eyes off.

They continued to stare at each other for a while. There seems to be a stark contrast between the cold winter wind outside and the warm room.

He Han squinted slightly, and he reached out and pushed the script beside him away.

His body leaned forward and leaned towards Ye Fan, pulling him closer. Her facial features were close at hand, and her skin was white and transparent.

To him, everything seemed like a temptation.

He Han's gaze swept across Ye Fan's nose, looked at her lips, and the next second, the kiss fell directly.

He reached between her lips, their lips pressed together, their teeth meeting.

Then, his fingers explored the table and found the switch of the light. With a snap, the light suddenly went out.

It happened that there were dark clouds covering the moon outside the window, blocking the bright and gentle moonlight.

His kiss became more violent, plundering the air between her lips wantonly. Outside the closed eyes was pitch black.

Ye Fan's body swayed slightly, and He Han covered her hands and held her waist. With just a swipe, you can feel her delicate skin.

While supporting her body, she rubbed it carefully, every inch of her skin was plucking at his heartstrings.

The deeper he kissed, the deeper he leaned out, and his other hand supported the back of her head.

His hand squeezed slightly, and her body came closer, and her lips pressed tighter. He carefully scanned the sensitive area between her lips.

He Han took Ye Fan into his arms.

She was like a very soft stream of water, and it melted into his heart like this.

The air here is also a little hot, and the surroundings seem to fall into a gentle dream.

Chapter 100

The night was so dark that it was very quiet. At the moment of silence, everyone's body is more sensitive.

Winter nights are cold, and it seems that just a little bit of temperature can form a prairie prairie.

He Han rubbed her lips, and the tip of their tongues rolled and lingered until it was hot.

Ye Fan closed his eyes, she could feel it, his breathing gradually became heavier.

He Han kissed Ye Fan and lifted her slender waist up slightly. He had absolute dominance, and she couldn't help but follow his movements.

He pulled her out of the chair with ease.

He Han didn't give Ye Fan a chance to stand up, his hand slid down, followed her back, and placed her body on the desk.

His arms were strong, clinging to her waist, supported on the table.

Ye Fan was pressed between him and the table below by He Han, and the space around her seemed to be narrow and cramped. In the dark night, only each other's breaths were intertwined.

He Han's body leaned forward, protecting the back of Ye Fan's head and pressing it down little by little. She leaned on her back lightly, and the whole person lay on the table.

Ye Fan was there, slowly catering to He Han, letting him swept away the air on the tip of her tongue.

He Han's fingers tucked into her hair, and the fragrance from her hair drifted into his nose.

In the dark night, her smell is like a deep temptation.

Ye Fan's brain began to become dizzy, and the two were rubbing their ears and temples, overflowing with ambiguity.

She couldn't hold back, and a few very soft whispers came from