Starlight Has No Past

Ye Qiao didn't change his face, and he didn't even look back at the speaker's *, just quietly looking sideways.

There was no such thing in his eyes. He smiled like the sunlight on the snow peaks, and turned the anger into a teasing that only knew each other. Instead, he wiped out her shackles and said, "I don't want me to be jealous."

Ye Qiao returned to the taste and wanted to marry him, and he was held by his hand. Ye Qiao has just returned to the soul from a dream, a pair of black and white eyes, faint illusion, people suspect that these eyes are the most moving movies.

Zhou Yanshen suddenly slammed into the bottom of her heart, instinctively covering her lips, warm, very thin, a bite will be broken. There was almost no forgetting about that moment, and the return to God was a lip-tooth fit. The finger joints that were rubbed in his palms slowly loosened, and the fingertips slid gently over his palms, scratching the heart.

The soundtrack of the sound of the ear is gradually turning to melodious. In the dark environment, only the movement is quiet, the world is filled with the tone of the Scottish bagpipes, and Ye Qiao is almost indistinguishable. She was very obedient, responded gently to him with a soft force, and the emotions tonight were scattered in this long kiss. From her lips, he walked into the dark, vast sea at the bottom of her heart.

Zhou Xiaoshen loosened her slightly and said with an anger: "You have no snacks."

He meant that she was not on the channel for the entire movie. However, Ye Qiao looked at him deeply, and the two lips were blushing. In order to prove what it was, the kiss was warmly and madly deepened, and the input was made outside the movie.

He was only a moment of heartfelt taste. Ye Qiao’s kiss was like a plunder of the city, invading his teeth, and stalking each other’s breath. Zhou Yanshen was shocked by her violent temper when she let her hands loose. She got the freedom, staring at him, trimming the rounded nails and plunging into his neck without knowing it. The fiery entanglement was affectionate and almost forgot her. Refers to the pain of splitting the flesh.

The string that has been tight in my mind broke at this moment. The impulse that she had been suppressed so well for a long time was raging in her body, entangled in breath. She is eager to get drunk, eager to die, eager to break the bones. Including the unusual intimacy of this man, who is unknown to the family, seems to be a shortcut to seeking indulgence.

She forced herself to calm down and leave him with a slap in the face. The lungs lost their ability to receive oxygen and gasped naturally.

Zhou Yan deep and evenly breathed, only wiped a neck, and came over to see her in the dark side. He has a beautiful collarbone, revealing a sharp outline from the neckline of the shirt, and the neck side of the joint is pulled out by her large and small round fingerprints, and the broken skin oozes a shallow blood red. He showed her **** fingers to her, and the suppressed voice was more fascinating: "Is it a cat?"

Ye Qiao took a faint breath from the sound chamber, knowing that there was no fever or touching the forehead with his back, and there was a thin layer of sweat. He said, "I seem to be sick."

Zhou Weishen took her hand that had been bitten by Desa, and she was so thin that she was so thin that she was young, collagen was abundant, but she was thin and white, and she was not embarrassed. He raised his eyebrows: "What about rabies, is it not contagious?"

Ye Qiao’s expression is like being soaked in cold water, clear and cold.

Zhou Wei deeped the playful look, and the five fingers shook her face in front of her to test her pupil reaction speed, and went to touch her forehead. It’s all normal, but when the back of the hand touches it, I can feel that the body is shaking slightly: “Is it with medicine?”

"I have just eaten." The taxi has just swallowed two anti-rejection drugs, which has no relief for her current symptoms.

Zhou Wei looked deep into the auditorium that was still in the air: "Go out and breathe?"

Walking out of the auditorium is a corridor without windows. In order to adapt the audience who have been in the dark for a long time, the lighting in this area is very dark. Ye Qiao went from the dim corner to the light. Zhou Weishen went to the door of the bakery to buy her a cup of hot drink, touched her finger when she reached the palm of her hand: "Hand is cool. Do not go to the hospital?"

Ye Qiao breathed a circulated air, better: "No." She smiled apologetically. "I have just seen my stepmother. Every time I see her body, there will be problems. It is probably a slap in the face."

Zhou Yishen was wearing a black leather coat and sitting in the airy sweet bakery sofa. He summed it up in a light manner: "After all, stepmother."

There is no way for him to talk in a heart-to-heart manner. Ye Qiao has to get involved: "Do you understand the feeling of this family? Like a disability. Others have sound hands and feet, but I don't."

Zhou Yanshen actually nodded and said, "It’s better than you. My dad didn’t worry anymore."

Ye Qiaoduo said that this is to put the desire for inquiry on the bright side, but he did not expect that he actually answered the words. She flipped the paper cup with his, and there was a sigh of smile on the corner of her mouth, saying: "The same is the end of the world."

Zhou Yanshen suddenly reached out and gently picked it up in her forehead.

Ye Qiao squatted along the cup and said, "What's wrong? Is there something dirty?"

"No." Zhou Yanshen's hand still did not let go, like a gesture between the couple. Ye Qiao saw from his glory that a group of young people outside the glass wall passed by in a noisy way, vaguely feeling familiar. Zhou Wei deep hooked his mouth: "Don't you want to be recognized?"

Ye Qiao subconsciously turned to somewhere. He saw Zheng Xizhen and Shen Ting from a group of people in his fingers. He had just had a round of wine, and everyone was very excited. He walked down the street with a smile.

Zhou Weishen's fingers helped her to follow the hair of the horns: "Is that your assistant?"

"She didn't look over here." Ye Qiao saw them passing by a layer of glass. Zhou Xiaoshen let go and asked her: "When you are in love with that person, you are hiding on the road. ?"

Ye Qiao grinned, recalling her "who", it doesn't matter, "How can I. I won't have any fame at the moment, everything will be moved to him. Didn't you listen to Xu Yinxi that day? I borrowed him." She smiled lightly. "Oh, I know him, he is an assistant director who helps Lai lead the errands."

Zhou Yanshen said without a face: "Then you are good at seduce potential stocks."

Ye Qiao snorted and screamed: "Who are you talking about, are you?"

Speaking of the tongue, the tongue was unintentionally rubbed. The hot kiss just seemed to leave a trace of breath, and he tempted her naturally to seduce her. At that moment, she felt that it was good to develop a relationship with him that did not say love and only talk about love. At least he doesn't have much to say and doesn't like to ask. There is no burden to get along with each other. They are chic people. They don't have to worry about one side. They are a perfect lover.

The idea came out and she was laughed at by herself.

Is it really the sequelae of being abandoned by Gu Jin? She seems to be innocent of a girl who is not in her early twenties. The idea is similar to that of Cheng Su. The ups and downs of the career, so that she did not mind to invest in a vigorous love, I think it is not unreasonable to find someone to solve the psychological physiology of loneliness.

Ye Qiao raised his eyebrows and looked at his dress: "You didn't wear it during the day. Is it time to talk to people?"

"I have a sister who runs an auction house and accompanyes her to make a catalogue." Zhou Yanshen took a cigarette from the golden cigarette case and pinched it between his fingers. "Do you like that?"

She thought for a moment: "It's still like you. I almost didn't recognize it during the day."

Ye Qiao digests the amount of information between his words and recalls the auction information of her father's "The Secret of the World." Five years ago, it seemed that overnight, the value of this painting has doubled. This situation is very common in the art market. This gold-clad market, which is covered by culture, is often only a few minutes away from the gold. Like the Mona Lisa of the year, the unprecedented reputation comes from a well-known theft.

She had little contact with her family at the time and had never cared about it. As soon as he reminded him, many clues were stitched together in a straight line -

No wonder, he will own the painting, but it is not important in the home.

Ye Qiao recalled the name of the auction house, ferra, faintly felt familiar, but could not say it, but thought of Cheng Jiang's investor has an art investment company, is a subsidiary of ferra. She stunned: "The birthday of Cheng Jiang's birthday, because of this, you are there?"

Zhou Yan deepened his head and turned his face to the night view of the commercial street.

Ye Qiao remembered what he had asked him that night, and the misunderstanding between the two people was really a string. At this moment, like a domino, the rows are down.

She smiled bluntly and yelled at him: "And then you retaliate against me and take me to c to eat?"

"No." This is another long story. He summed it up in the most streamlined words, but found only a few words. "I used to go to the army. One year, the troops received the task and wanted to help several universities in the city. The new-born military training is the military training you said. There is a big c in it, listening to the place where the students introduce."