Qin Xiaoman almost screamed, this is the airport, this person... But at this time, she really couldn't raise her head to propose sex, and nestled on Yan Zisong's shoulder, pretending to be an ostrich.
he goes.
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The heavy and solid door to the general manager's office of Manxiaosongyang Cinema was closed tightly.
In the corridor, two guys with wretched looks and dirty thoughts crept closer. Yao Jiabao put his arm on Song Shaofeng's shoulder and whispered, "Zisong brought his wife back. Watch the show, so don't say anything."
Song Shaofeng showed an expression of disbelief, but he still followed Yao Jiabao obediently out of curiosity. He crouched and lurked at the door, put his ear to the door and stared intently without moving. He could only hear low and indistinct sounds.
The voice came faintly from inside.
"This... is so sticky, and so hot..." A soft and charming female voice.
"Be good, drink it..." the man coaxed patiently.
"You made so much, how can you drink it...and it doesn't taste good at all," the girl complained in a slightly angry tone, coquettishly.
"Then I'll feed you..."
Outside the door, the two people who did not dare to exhale were holding back the pain; Yao Jiabao, who had his left ear pressed tightly against the door panel, blinked towards Song Shaofeng, who was using his right ear in the same posture as him, and did so slowly and exaggeratedly.
With the mouth shape of speaking,
"I didn't expect that Zisong would have such a hobby..."
The two of them put their hands on the door panel in an attempt to listen more carefully.
"Just now, why did it take you so long to come in?" The thin female voice came again. She spoke softly but her words were clear.
"Can't find the place...you..." The man was a little depressed, and a rare hint of frustration suddenly appeared in his always confident and domineering tone, which made people listen intermittently.
"Are you tired? I see you are sweating..." the girl asked considerately.
"I'm not tired, it doesn't matter. I can still..." Yan Zisong's voice gradually dropped, and he couldn't hear clearly what was behind him.
The two creatures attached to the door looked at each other, their mouths opened at the same time like swallowing eggs, their eyes rotated in tacit understanding, and their ambiguous eyes were exactly the same. Yao Jiabao had a wretched look on his face and said, "I knew it."
If you don't practice skills for too long, you will become rusty." Such a gloating expression. Song Shaofeng knew what was going on and smiled knowingly with white teeth.
"Does it still hurt?" came the man's gentle voice, which made people's hearts melt little by little.
"Yeah." The girl snorted softly with a nasal sound. Just by listening to the voice, you can imagine that she is shy, touching, and lovable.