Just when the theatrical performance was over and the host was speaking on the stage, they hurriedly withdrew their lips.
Zhao Qingqing's heartbeat changed greatly. She glanced secretly in front of her, behind her, left and right. Many eyes were looking at her, and she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
Ah...the idol Colonel Luo molested her.
No, it seems that she molested Colonel Luo.
No matter who molested whom, they both kissed, and she lowered her head and pursed her lips tightly.
Shy and shy, I am so shy.
'Cough cough' Luo Jian coughed twice. The temperature on his face gradually increased and his throat became dry. He was sitting upright, looking awkwardly with nowhere to rest his eyes.
He found that the little soldiers sitting around him were secretly looking at him, with either surprise, confusion, or ambiguous smiles on their faces. He straightened his posture again and scolded: "What are you looking at?
Are you born with squinted eyes? Pack me up and get out of here tomorrow."
Colonel Luo, who had always been a friendly person, actually got angry. Who dared to look at it? Everyone hurriedly turned their attention to the stage.
Luo Jian glanced at Zhao Qingqing with his peripheral vision. He couldn't see clearly the color of her beautiful face under the dim light. Did she feel hot like him?
Her long eyelashes remained motionless, her eyes fixed on the stage, and it was impossible to tell that she was embarrassed.
Young people today are indeed more open-minded than those of their time. After kissing a man on the mouth in such a public place, she was still watching the performance calmly and calmly, as if nothing happened.
Somehow, when he saw Zhao Qingqing being so calm, he felt angry in his heart.
At this moment, suddenly a female soldier from the art troupe held a big red flower in her hands and handed it to him, "Chief of Staff Luo, this is for you."
"Colonel Luo, I'll give it to you too."
"..."
Big red flowers were handed to Luo Jian one after another, and he couldn't even pick them up with both hands.
Zhao Qingqing stared blankly at the little girls who presented flowers to Luo Jian. Each of them was only eighteen or nineteen or twenty-one or twelve years old. They all looked at Luo Jian shyly, with no admiration in their eyes.
cover up.
What are these girls thinking? Don’t they know how old Luo Jian is or that he has a fiancée?
Oh my god, that's crazy.
Look at the envy and jealousy in the eyes of those little soldiers who have no masters yet, looking at Luo Jian.
It’s true that Colonel Luo came to this kind of situation to find a sense of presence and stimulate those who have no partner but long for someone.
The collision of lips just now was temporarily forgotten by her. She stared at Luo Jian's handsome face and cursed him in her heart.
Suddenly, a big red flower appeared in front of Zhao Qingqing, and a man's voice with a hint of nasality said in her ear: "Qingqing, this is for you."
The nasal voice was gentle but somewhat evil.
Qingqing? Who is this person?
Zhao Qingqing raised her head in surprise, and a handsome face with a smile was above her.
The man was wearing a green short-sleeved shirt, with two stripes and one star on his shoulders, a short haircut, a pair of narrow eyes that were curved cunningly, and the corners of his lips were so charming.
She quickly searched for this face in her mind, but she couldn't remember it at all.
"Qingqing, I like you." The man suddenly released a hand and pressed it on the back of Zhao Qingqing's seat, leaning down. His face and voice were full of confusion.
He slowly and slowly got closer to Zhao Qingqing's face.
