"Here you go." Long Qianqian was stunned. Xuan Le held a beautiful mobile phone in his hand.
Seeing her stunned, he forced it into her hand. "Take it, don't refuse, don't say no. If anything happens in the future, you must be the first to think of me. There is only my number in it."
She chuckled: "You are too serious, Xuan Le, we are just using and being used, there is no need for this!"
"I'm happy, Long Qianqian. From now on, you will be my Xuan Le's girlfriend. I heard Ai Ai say that you majored in dance. Do you want to continue studying?"
Looking into Xuan Le's seductive red and phoenix eyes, Long Qianqian nodded vigorously.
That was her dream, how could she not think about it.
"It's easy to do if you think about it." Xuan Le took an A4 piece of paper from the back seat. "Fashion International is looking for dancers. Here is the qualification form. After you fill it out, I will pick you up for the interview tomorrow."
Long Qianqian lowered her eyes, held the phone in her hand tightly, and said in a very soft voice: "Xuanle, thank you."
There was a moment of silence in the car, her eyelids covered with pupils. She had never thought that there would be such a person, and a very strange man at that, who would help her when she was most helpless.
Xuan Le caressed her cheek. "Thank you for whatever you want. I have already said that I am willing to do so. Instead of hiding like this, you might as well stand in front of Yang with your head held high."
Xuan Le is right, she should hold her head high and chest high.
Park Avenue
Under the dim streetlight, she raised her head and looked to the highest point, where it was pitch black.
"Ai'ai must not have come back yet. This woman must have gone crazy. Xuan Le, you go back and I'll go up by myself."
Xuan Le grabbed her arm. "I'll pick you up tomorrow to go to Fashion International."
Long Qianqian nodded and walked in with a smile.
Xuan Le leaned in front of the car, lit a cigarette, and looked up at the twenty-ninth floor.
Long Qianqian, you betrayed Yang and injured Android. Yang will definitely not let you go. I just want to try my best to help you. Even if the original intention is not to love you, at least I can make Yang take care of it. After all, he and I
They are close friends of life and death.
Opening the door, Long Qianqian thought, Wen Ai really didn't come back.
She fumbled to turn on the light and touched the switch. Before she could press it, a hand suddenly grabbed her and threw her onto the sofa not far away.
Fortunately, it was a sofa. If it had been the floor, her head would have exploded. New flesh was growing on her head where the stitches were stitched, and the fall was a bit painful.
She reflexively wanted to stand up from the sofa, but a heavy body pressed up against her. She wanted to shout, but her lips were blocked.
The not-so-familiar feeling, the punishing and rough kiss, was like a beast gnawing.
Long Qianqian's heart trembled, he was here? Shouldn't he be accompanying Xuan Yu to celebrate her father's birthday? Why are he here?
He left her lips and went all the way down. It wasn't that he couldn't find other women, and it wasn't that he had to be hungry and thirsty for her.
But all he could think about was her, Long Qianqian, so what if she was his sister?
Thinking of the scene he saw under the streetlight just now, Long Henyang couldn't help but use all his strength to bite her soft and smooth skin.
"Long Henyang..."
Long Henyang chuckled: "If you can call my name accurately, it seems you haven't forgotten me yet."
Long Qianqian gritted her teeth and said word by word: "You are not dead yet, you are very lucky."
One hand held down her little hand that was trying to struggle, and the other touched her thigh, upward, touching the private area belonging to women.
"I disappoint you. I hope you will keep up the good work."