At this time, Shang Yu looks down at Li Qiao in her arms. She doesn't say much, but she kisses her cheek with a thin lip print.

Li Qiao did not reveal Tu Anliang's past.

As a man, he chose to leave, which is his last due dignity.

....

It was night. Li Qiao stayed at the residence.

After that, I went back to the master bedroom to wash her hair.

Open a look, all from Tang Yiting, and are voice.

Li Qiao opened one, turned up the volume, and put her cell phone on the bed.

Soon, Tang Yiting's voice came: "Qiao Qiao, boss Qiao, what are you doing?"

Tang Xiaoting: "we haven't seen each other for seven or eight days. Do you still have me in your heart?"

Tang Xiaoting: "I have a problem. I don't know whether to speak or not."

The next few, are all Tang Yiting's faltering nonsense.

Until Article 8, in the process of automatic voice playback, the door of the bedroom was pushed open, Shang Yu came in wearing a gray Satin Nightgown, and the spacious master bedroom was just surrounded by Tang Yiting's snickering and curious voice -

"Hey, hey, did you use Okamoto 001 that I recommended to you last time?

How many do you and the boss use in one night? How long does it last?

Come on, come on. I'm doing a social survey. I have to answer it. "

Li Qiao's hand still wiping her hair suddenly squats on her head. She stares at the voice of the mobile phone, and then turns to the man whose eyes are slightly narrowed. She rolls her voice, looks away at the wall in front of her, and silently presses the power off button with her fingers.

Tang Yiting, are you sure you are doing social investigation instead of porn?

Break up.

Shang Yu thin lips holding if there is no smile, pacing to the bed, eyes fell on Li Qiao's drooping eyelashes, thick eyebrows gently, "Okamoto 001?"

Li Qiao wiped her hair mechanically, and slipped her cell phone under the pillow with her other hand.

It's not a difficult question to answer, but now she

The smile on the man's lips deepened. He took the towel from her hand and raised her jaw. "Huh?"

Li, pulling his head aside, raised his face softly.

She's not embarrassed at all.

Shang Yu's deep laughter came from his ear. He put down the towel, sat on the head of the bed, lifted the corner of the thin quilt and pulled out her wrist.

Li Qiao did not move and chose to play dead in the quilt.

It was not until a cool touch came from her right wrist that she came out to have a look.

At the moment, Shang Yu is sitting at the head of the bed, with ointment in her hand, smearing it on her wrist carefully and evenly.

Li Qiao looks at his attentive expression, the corner of the mouth has bent, has not spoken, the man slants a head to stare at her, the way: "Saturday has free?"

Saturday She had other plans, but listening to him, she raised her eyebrows and said, "what's the matter?"

"Take you to the dark hall." Shang Yu rubbed her hand after she finished applying the ointment.

Li Qiao suddenly nods and agrees.

It's Wednesday today, and we can see the mysterious dark hall behind him in two days.

Not long, the man lay on her side, turn off the light in the master bedroom, can only see the outline of the general, sleepy.

Then she was held in her arms by Shang Yu, and her warm breath sprinkled in her ears. The voice was particularly provocative in the quiet night, "let's try next time Okamoto 001. "

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