However, Qin Ye knew that he was very handsome, but Zhong Qing was a married woman, so she couldn't lie in his arms for a long time without any protection.
"Zhongqing...you can get up now." Qin Ye lowered his head and reminded Zhongqing.
Zhong Qing nodded in panic, her whole body seemed to be red, and she said quietly: "I know...but, hair, hair..."
"What's wrong with the hair?" Qin Ye's forehead was dripping with sweat. God, earth, ancestors, he didn't want to die yet. The look in Yi Jian's eyes now, if it could freeze someone to death, he would have been frozen three feet.
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"Zhongqing, it's not about your hair now, it's about how quickly you get out of my arms. Zhongqing, you know whether men and women can be intimate, you and I..."
"I also wanted to get out of your arms, but my hair got tangled in your button." Zhong Qing gritted her teeth and said to Qin Ye, "I moved and it hurt my scalp. Please untie it quickly."
open."
Qin Ye subconsciously wanted to find someone to help solve the problem, but when he moved, he realized that the button of his pants was wrapped around him. He immediately closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He felt as if he was facing hell.
, he gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand, and fiddled with her hair and his buttons. He couldn't see it, but the more he fiddled with it, the more tightly the hair became tangled.
It was quiet all around.
No one dared to speak.
Yang Ting had already changed to her second cup of coffee, and while drinking, she felt that her return to China was really timely.
The other people were so angry that they didn't dare to say anything. What on earth was going on? Two people hugging each other so openly?
Looking back at Yi Jian, she found that his eyes were heavy, looking in this direction, and between his brows, there was anger that could burst out at any time.
"Let her go!"
Yi Jian spoke slowly, with an extremely cold tone.
It’s okay to hug each other, but they are still whispering like no one else is watching!
The whole place was silent, and no one dared to make a sound.
Qin Ye's forehead was sweating, his fingers were trembling, and he couldn't untie it even more.
Zhong Qing was so frightened that she also held her breath and closed her eyes, feeling that she must be dead this time!
Yi Jian became even more angry when he saw that Qin Ye and Zhong Qing were indifferent. He walked slowly towards them.
