Mr. He’s Daily Affections

"Mr. Shen is very considerate." Lin Xingyi concluded for her.

Ning Ruixin smiled and nodded: "Yes."

...

After the show was finished, the two returned to the background.

Ning Rui breathed a sigh of relief, fanning the wind with his hand.

"What's the matter, why doesn't the presenter follow the outline?" She almost didn't hold her.

Shen Qiao'an handed her a bottle of water, and said lightly: "This problem is also within a reasonable range, and it is not beyond the scope."

Ning Ruixin took the water and couldn't hold it back: "You can actually compile this kind of story! Even if it's compiled, it's the same as the real story."

At that time, even the little white-faced expression almost convinced her.

Shen Qiao'an raised his eyes, as if there was no emotion in his light-colored eyes.

"Do you think I made it up?" He ticked the corner of his lips unclearly.

"Oh, did this really happen?" Ning Rui was curious. "Whose story do you put on me?"

Shen Qiao'an looked at her eyes, breathing for a moment of stagnation.

She really completely forgot.

He quickly looked away and smiled casually: "Well, I don't know when I heard the story."

"I'll say it." Ning Rui snorted and punched him on the shoulder. "However, fortunately you responded quickly. No, fortunately I responded quickly. It's better to write a story. You can do it. ."

Shen Qiaoan glanced at her.

No matter how many years have passed, the woman's eyes are always full of light, always firm, and always radiant.

People can't help but want to get close.

His lips moved, and an impulse suddenly grabbed his reason.

Ning Ruixin leaned very close in order to beat his shoulder. This distance was enough for him to hold her waist.

Shen Qiaoan lowered her head and kissed her eyes.

Ning Ruixin didn't expect him to attack suddenly. Perhaps it was too shocking. She forgot to resist for a while.

Shen Qiao'an's breathing became heavier, looking at her crimson lips, her eyes glowing in an instant.

However, before he could continue to move, a severe pain in his stomach hit!

Ning Rui threw his face coldly and threw him on the sofa for rest.

"Hey, what kind of nerves do you have?" Ning Rui looked at him coldly, "Are you in heat?"

Shen Qiao'an didn't speak, because he was still feeling the touch of that moment.

...This woman's skin is very good.

The thought flashed through his mind.

"Hey, talk." Ning Ruixin's voice sank.

Shen Qiao'an laughed, sat slowly, and stretched his legs casually: "Someone just passed by and glanced at it, so I made a play."

Ning Rui gave him a suspicious look: "Really?"

"Well." Shen Qiao'an nodded. "Otherwise, why do you think I should do this?"

Ning Rui thought about it, too.

As long as he is not suddenly nervous.

"Tell me in advance next time." Ning Ruixin gave him a slightly unpleasant glance. "When I sensed the danger, I didn't start lightly, and it would be bad to hurt you."

"It's okay, I'm not that fragile yet." Shen Qiao'an stood up and adjusted his tie. "Go, we should go back."

Ning Ruixin looked at his back, and there was a strange feeling in his heart.

She reached out and wiped the place where the man had just touched. The feathery touch was lingering.

......It's really evil.