Today, in addition to Bomei, there is another person who has changed his hair style.

Mo Bing sent a picture to Jiang Jiusheng. It's a new catkins shape. It's not suitable for her because of the short hair. The face is a big circle. It's not suitable for her fairy design. The netizen friend has another black spot.

Jiang Jiusheng showed the picture to Bomei. It seemed that he was in a better mood. He stopped fasting and began to eat dog food.

At 8 p.m., Jiang Jiusheng received a call from Song Jing, Xie Dang's agent.

"Sister Jing."

Song Jing's tone was very urgent: "Xie Dang is playing again."

Jiang Jiusheng came out of the studio on the second floor: "with whom?"

That guy, three days and two ends of trouble, no stop.

"Zhang Nai." Song Jing is very noisy over there. She raises her voice. "He beat Zhang Nai in the men's toilet. It's not enough. He's making trouble with Qin's artists. Nobody can stop him. The boss can't get through the phone and dare not call the police. I really can't help it."

Two days ago, Xie Dang quarreled about beating Zhang Nai and Liu Xu. They really didn't say that.

"Where is it?"

Song Jing reported an address.

Jiang Jiusheng's hands are almost as good as before. She has to go to the hospital to remove the plaster these two days. She has no pain for a long time. She takes a coat with her hand and drives directly to the hospital.

The neon is bright and the night is just right. In front of the floor to floor window of the presidential suite, there is a full moon hanging. The height of the 35th floor is so high that you can pick stars with your hands.

The night was beautiful.

Yuwen stormed into the smoke and handed a glass of water to the woman beside him.

She took a SIP to swallow.

He took a thin puff of smoke and, in a hoarse voice, ordered the woman, "spit it out."

The woman hesitated for a moment.

He was half leaning against the bed of the hotel, smoking with his fingers in his hands, the bath towel was slightly open, the lean texture was looming, and he was lazily smoking. He said, "I don't like it."

The woman nodded and spit the things in her mouth in the garbage can. Licked the lip, she sat to the bedside, the sexy suspender pajamas slipped off her shoulders, leaning forward a little, unable to cover the spring in front of her chest.

"I, I can," she said in a low voice.

Obviously, the woman is inviting him.

Yuwen stormed lightly and looked at her, with a cigarette in his mouth. He seemed to smile.

The woman bit her lips, held out her boneless little hand, climbed up his shoulder, and went down his chest. He smiled and grabbed the woman's hand.

When he put out the cigarette end, he took her hand and spit out a cigarette on the woman's face: "I told you before I started, don't you understand?"

He said he didn't play with virgins.

He said that he could not cross the border. He thought it was dirty.

Therefore, only the mouth of a woman, no one can cross the border.

He said, "don't be emotional. It's a deal. Be frank and honest. Don't hide your feelings.

She's heard of it. Before, Feng was less than anyone else. He played crazily and ruthlessly. He tasted everything and touched everything. He didn't know when to start. There was a bottom line.

As before, he is still playing and cynical. In other people's eyes, he is still a little unruly, and seems to be different. There is a forbidden area that no one can touch.

For example, no one can touch the ring on his neck.

For example, the person in his heart, the one who makes him not even dare to show the clue.

Maybe, I didn't meet my true love when I was most innocent. I dare not even show the traces of my heart.

"The driver will come to pick you up. I won't see you off." He got up and said, carrying the woman on his back and changing into a shirt.

The woman asked, "what about you?"

"The woman I met is waiting for me in the restaurant of the hotel."

“....”

That is, he invited his blind date to the hotel.

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