Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Jiao Yang curled her lips, wisely she didn't ask any more questions. He just looked at the cake on the table: "It's a pity, if I had known you would buy it today, I wouldn't have bought a small cake myself."

Lu Tingwan froze for a moment, paused as he was about to go upstairs, and looked in the direction Jiaoyang pointed. Through the exquisite transparent packaging box, you can see that there is a small strawberry-flavored cake on the coffee table.

"I bought it after people queued for a long time, eat mine." Lu Tingwan smiled and pushed the cake he bought to Jiaoyang, then picked up the small cake and threw it into the trash can next to him .

"Be good," he rubbed Jiaoyang's little head reassuringly, "You eat first, and wait until I get out of the shower."

The man touched her face and went upstairs with a smile.

Jiao Yang raised her eyebrows slightly, watching Lu Tingwan's back going upstairs. She turned her head silently, looked at the closed trash can beside her, and squinted her eyes.

In the studio, after filming today's scenes, people have almost left. Jiao Yang stayed on the set, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, reciting her lines silently.

Of course, it wasn't that Jiaoyang suddenly lost his mind and decided to work hard, but that she was in a cold war with Lu Tingwan these days. To be precise, it was Jiao Yang's unilateral cold war with Lu Tingwan. Who told him that without her consent, he threw away the little cake she had chosen out of thousands of choices in front of her.

Although it was a trivial matter, Jiao Yang insisted on a cold war. With this stubborn look, Jiaoyang was seriously angry, Lu Tingwan only thought it was cute, and had no intention of coaxing her at all.

He still eats well, sleeps well, and when he comes back, he still wants to kiss her, and at night he still uses her as a pillow, which is not serious.

Lu Tingwan completely regarded Jiao Yang as a little pet that could come and go when he wanted it. In order to make him realize the seriousness of the situation, Jiao Yang decided not to return home tonight.

In the middle of the night, the lights in the studio were still on, and she was almost alone, and Sister Li had already been sent away by her.

Jiao Yang lowered her head, flipping through the thick lines of the script in her hand. At this moment, all the lights dimmed all of a sudden.

If it were any other young girl, she would definitely scream in fear at this time. However, Jiao Yang just put down the script in his hand, stood up, and there was some interest in his eyes.

"Who is it?" She likes playing games the most, whether it is a game of cat and mouse, or a game of wolf and sheep.

She raised the corner of her mouth and looked around in the darkness. Until in the darkness, she felt a figure gradually approaching her.

Jiao Yang glanced back from the corner of his eyes, the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened, and he didn't move much. Until those hands stretched out, encircled her waist from behind, clung up bit by bit in the darkness, even hooked the zipper of her clothes, and explored her body bit by bit.

In the dark, every touch makes every pore open, which has a different kind of stimulation.

Jiao Yang's nose smelled a familiar smell of tobacco, it was very special, and she had smelled it before when they were playing together today.

"Shi Yingdi?" She turned her head with a half-smile, but was turned back by the man's hands.

"Don't move around." The man's low and hoarse voice came out, and he was right, Jiao Yang's body was smooth to the touch, and every inch of it was like suet jade, making him unable to put it down. In the darkness, every bit of his body was constantly approaching her.

Even though he purposely lowered his voice, Jiao Yang could tell clearly that it was Shi Ling's voice.