Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

A few hours later, Li Qiwu looked at the information inside. After reading for a long time, he didn't find any particularly suspicious woman in it.

He frowned.

Have you looked in the wrong direction?

Among the numerous information about Ms. Zhang, the inconspicuous information about Sheng Jiaoyang was placed haphazardly in the corner.

There is a line of printed fonts on it that reads: Sheng Jiaoyang, whose parents were in the upper class and wealthy circles when she was a child, lost her parents due to a fire at home in XXXX, and was sent to an orphanage.

Before entering the entertainment industry, her original name was: Cheng xx.

Lu Tingwan hugged Jiaoyang and tossed back and forth on the sofa several times. He went into the bathroom to take a bath first. Jiaoyang had already finished washing and came out, lying on the bed.

He was only wearing a pair of pajamas, and his hair was still a little wet.

She was replying to Xiaoshuaiguo's message.

Zhai Li: Are you free tomorrow? I want to date you.

Jiaoyang thought for a while: I might not be free tomorrow because the crew is working overtime.

Zhai Li: Then I can wait for you on the set and go back with you.

Jiao Yang: No, if you wait for me like this, it will make me very stressed, and the movie will not be filmed well.

She blinked and continued: If you really like me, what if you wait a few more days?

The other party was silent for a while, and then sent her a few words: OK, I'll wait for you.

Jiaoyang's eyes curled up, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. At this time, Lu Tingwan had finished taking a bath, wearing only a white bath towel, and was walking out of the bathroom.

Seeing her silly look, I couldn't help but laugh: "Who are you chatting with? You are so happy."

He came over and hugged her waist from behind.

"Don't move, I'm drying my hair." Jiaoyang put down her phone and turned to look at him.

"Huh?" Lu Tingwan raised his eyebrows, "Where is the wind when blowing your hair?"

"I'll air-dry it naturally." Jiaoyang said, shaking her head, and all the water droplets on her hair fell on the man.

"Is that intentional?"

Lu Tingwan narrowed his eyes and caught her, and the two of them played on the bed for a while. Just when he turned over and pressed her under him, the two people's eyes met, and their eyes became hot again, and their breathing was unsteady.

But the man let her go, took the hair dryer on the side, turned her over with a smile, and patiently and gently blew her hair: "If you go to bed without drying your hair, you will get sick. Look at your laziness. "

Jiaoyang blinked, her back turned to him so she couldn't see his expression. She could only feel his fingers, which were carefully and gently inserted into her hair, occasionally touching her scalp.

Jiaoyang squinted her eyes and lay down on the bed feeling very comfortable, letting his hands play with her head.

After his hair was completely dried, Lu Tingwan smiled and put down the hair dryer in his hand. He covered her body in this position, moved his hands to the front, and untied the straps of her pajamas.

Jiaoyang smiled and let him do what he did. Looking forward to it, catering to it.

Lu Tingwan is an expert at having fun in the romantic field, and of course she is too. The two of them lived together, which was equivalent to living together. They played almost everything they could, and did many outrageous tricks for the sake of excitement.

What does this mean?

The white shoulder straps quickly slid down the shoulders

After the crew finished filming the next day, Jiaoyang left Shi Ling. It was already a little late, long past dinner time.

Jiaoyang thought for a while at the door. As she walked up the steps, she wondered if she should call Lu Tingwan and ask him to send someone to pick her up.

After all, with her level of wanderlust, the probability of being able to go back on her own is basically zero. If she was having an intravenous drip, she didn't want to reveal her address to a stranger.

At this moment, a motorcycle roared in front of him and stopped in front of him.

Jiaoyang was stunned for a few seconds. The young man sitting on the motorcycle took off the helmet on his head, revealing a delicate and eye-catching face.

Zhai Li smiled and handed her the other helmet in his hand, his deep purple eyes were very gentle.

He tilted his head in front of him: "Together?"