Gu Yanchen was so irritated by her rouyi that he couldn't control it anymore. He pinched her waist with his big hands and tightly trapped this irritating person.
The thin lips couldn't hold back their strength, and the passionate kiss fell hard.
She had just developed some flawless snow-skinned skin in the past few days, and was painted with colors by this mysterious artist. Maybe it was green, maybe it was red...
Her cold white porcelain skin seemed to be a dazzling mark with just the slightest touch. He...
He also specifically picks out those who are the most frivolous, shy, and petty to bully.
Fu Youzhi is a typical person who is addicted to food. She fell asleep after being kissed by him and hugged him comfortably. She was already very tired, so she tilted her head and fell asleep in a daze.
In the dream:
Hey hey hey...
Hey hey hey...
husband……
Brother Yanchen...
Zhizhi wants a hug...
She rolled once, twice, and three times,
"Pah!" It fell to the ground!
Fu Youzhi was shocked by the fall!
Dreams and reality are confusing, but my body hurts!
It’s not any kind of pain, it’s the pain of falling!
So, this is the reality, her husband ran away! She left Tama to do it alone! Spring! Dream!
What do you mean?
Doesn’t she look good with her clothes off?
Is her tone of voice when reciting poems not enough?
Is she not charming and cute enough when she takes the initiative?
still?
He, ahem, that, ahem, can't do it?
no!
There was no problem at all the past few days!
Several times in the evening, even the condom was gone!
So...it's still her problem?
OOOOOOOOOO!!!
Fu Youzhi has never been so frustrated in her life!
She threw on some clothes, opened the door angrily, and went after Gu Yanchen...
In fact, the two of them were on the set, and most of the filming was done in real locations. This is a crisp mountainous area in the beautiful country, with rivers and mountains, and the scenery is beautiful.
The moonlight was bright and clear, and Fu Youzhi quickly saw him!
Dressed to look thin, under the moonlight and cool breeze, he sat on the mountainside, even looking a little thin, with his black hair hanging on his cheeks, and in the moonlight, he held her hair with a few small splashes of oil on it.
skirt--
Color with a paintbrush…
The color of Youzhi White was originally chosen by him. It was a high-definition fabric, and it would be useless for wet or dry cleaning. It might ruin the whole skirt. She cried again and said that she liked it, but there was nothing she could do about it. Let’s touch up the color first.
"Is that okay?" Director Jiang leaned beside him, smoking lazily.
"It's no problem. She won't be able to tell. If she doesn't keep it for a few days, she won't like it. I'll just give her a few more."
Gu Yanchen put down his paintbrush, pinched the sore eyebrows, took out three cigarettes from the cigarette case, lit them all, and took a long puff like an addict.
Two puffs, three cigarettes, and only the cigarette butts are left...
His handsome face was instantly hidden in the smoke, and could no longer be seen clearly.
"Isn't there a whole back of quit smoking stickers? Why are you still so addicted to smoking?" Director Jiang was shocked. This is not smoking at all, it is clearly Tunyun...
Gu Yanchen quietly smoked several more cigarettes, and finally he breathed a long sigh of relief and regained his energy.
"It's no use," he said dejectedly.
"I smoked too hard in those days. It's easy to get addicted and hard to quit. I didn't dare to smoke all day long. The suppressed craving for cigarettes was like a backlash, which made it even worse."
"Just explain it to her," Director Jiang silently moved to the side. Gu Yanchen was covered in smoke, almost as if he was about to be cremated.
"She won't be angry—"
"Gu! Inkstone! Chen!" Fu Youzhi roared, running from the foot of the mountain to halfway up the mountain in a few steps, his anger rising into the sky.
Gu Yanchen's hand holding the cigarette trembled violently.
Fu Youzhi smiled and gave Director Jiang a junior salute. Then she grabbed Gu Yanchen's neck collar with one hand and held her own haute couture skirt with the other. She was as fierce as a village shrew and kicked him into the nanny car.