Xu Zhaozhao was confused when he was surrounded by the cold wooden fragrance on the man's body.
Why did this guy come back early? It's so scary.
I was worried that the people in this manor would recognize Gu Qingyan, but the lights were only concentrated on the stage.
The two people hugging each other tightly off the stage were not noticed.
What kind of experience is it to secretly see a male model being caught by her husband on the spot...
Xu Zhaozhao said that he had to say something beautiful!
After realizing that he said that, Gu Qingyan stopped talking, but the force of pinching her was even stronger.
"You want to see me wearing it?"
Gu Qingyan asked, and Xu Zhaozhao nodded expectantly.
Compared to his figure and handsomeness, Gu Qingyan naturally won’t lose, let alone this guy’s skin is white...
If it were black stockings... Xu Zhaozhao wouldn't dare to think about it.
I was afraid that I would have a nosebleed in public as I thought about it.
"Hmph." The man's soft hum fell in her ears, and the words seemed to squeeze out from the gaps of his teeth, "I think beautifully."
As he said that, the hand placed on the back of her head moved along her hair to her calves, and gently lifted her princess up.
Xu Zhaozhao was so cowardly that his heart was beating in a mess. He didn't dare to resist at all, so he let Gu Qingyan carry her away.
In the darkness, no one noticed the departure of the two of them, and everyone's attention was on the striptease on the stage.
He hugged Xu Zhaozhao and walked out of the side door. The door automatically closed, isolating the party scene in the hall.
This is the back garden of Mosi Manor. Everyone gathers in the hall, and there is no one here.
Xu Zhaozhao dressed less today, and the slight cool breeze blew at night, which made her head clearer.
He shook in Gu Qingyan's arms.
Gu Qingyan paused, then stopped, put Xu Zhaozhao down, took off his suit jacket and put it on her shoulders, blocking the cold wind.
Although Gu Qingyan looked calm, the calmer he was, the more panicked Xu Zhaozhao became, and he always felt that it was the tranquility before the storm.
"Wrong, don't be angry."
Xu Zhaozhao grabbed his hand that was about to reach back and curled his lips.
With her head down, her fingertips just touched the cold beads, emitting a wooden luster under the moonlight.
I was confused and remembered the reason why Gu Qingyan said that he brought these strings of Buddhist beads.
Atonement...
"Why do I wear Buddhist beads too? I also..."
Xu Zhaozhao couldn't say the rest. Her chin was raised and her beautiful thin lips blocked her words.
Just to block her words, she bit her lower lip like punishment and retreated.
His voice was hoarse, "Xu Zhaozhao, don't talk nonsense."
My heartbeat that had just calmed down became restless, and even the cold wind could not be extinguished.
"Then don't be angry, I won't talk."
"Not angry."
Gu Qingyan hugged her tightly and buried her head in her neck.
He has arrived long ago.
Xu Zhaozhao's rejection of Fu Chengze can be seen as long as he is not a blind man.
If Xu Zhaozhao hadn't run to see the male model, he wouldn't have planned to show up.
Down your eyes and ponder.
Do you usually wear a little too much...
Holding her arms, Xu Zhaozhao became restless and moved around in his arms.
From time to time, he also let out a kitten-like moan.
"Drink...I can still drink..."
Gu Qingyan raised his hand and rubbed her head, "I'm back home, little drunk cat."
I just tasted the wine, and when I looked at Xu Zhaozhao's normal appearance, I thought there was no big problem.
It didn't take long to start talking nonsense.
The little hand fumbled restlessly on Gu Qingyan's body and took out all the things in his pocket.
Black masks and sunglasses, confused eyes and studied these two things, and then put them on Gu Qingyan very clumsyly.
If Gu Qingyan didn't avoid him several times, he could poke him blindly.
"Good-looking. You are so white, and you look so beautiful when you wear black things."
Xu Zhaozhao was obviously drunk and lost consciousness, and his fingers fell on Gu Qingyan's shoulder bit by bit.
"Wear more black things~such as black tie, black shirt, black silk, etc., hehe."
When he heard the last word, Gu Qingyan held her hands tightly.
What's wrong?
Why is a girl so persistent about black stockings?