Starlight Has No Past

Gu Jinren took her last minute and handed Xu Yinxi to the assistant. Finally, I couldn’t help but anger, and asked her in front of Zheng Xi’s face: “Ye Qiao, do you want to make a birthday party?”

Ye Qiao felt ridiculous, raised his hand and tried to force him to slap, but he eventually became a fist.

Zheng Xizhen grabbed the front and wanted to make another head for her. This time, she was stopped by Ye Qiao.

Her voice was as cold as a deep well, her expression moved, and she laughed: "Gu Jin, I will not owe you in the future."

You have given me trust and encouragement. You will carry me with your position. You have given me tender love.

I am not owing you.

Ye Qiao and Xu Yinxi pass by, out of the banquet hall, press the button of the elevator.

Zheng Xizhen did not chase, and looked at Gu Jinyu for a moment as if nothing had happened to comfort Xu Yinxi, I felt that Ye Qiao’s eyes were really embarrassing, and sent her a short message: "Are you angry, I am making things big?"

--No.

"real or fake?"

- Really.

"Then you still drop the cup?"

Ye Qiao hit a line and deleted it. In the end, he said the truth: "I don't like others to take the lead for me. It's my own trouble to make trouble."

Zheng Xizhen saw the message and laughed out: "What blame?"

Ye Qiao, who was one year old, said: "The temper that your little children don't understand."

Zheng Xizhen has not returned for a long time.

The young master who loves to fry like him, the most annoying to tell the truth, especially troubled her to call him a child.

But after a long time, until the sightseeing elevator of this 58-story building went up from the top, Zheng Xixi’s reply came to her mobile phone:

"Sometimes I think it's good to be with Gu Jin's old man. At least you are very obedient at the moment, don't even drink a drink."

Ye Qiao said: "It's all in the past."

Zheng Xiwei asked tentatively: "Are you completely turning over?"

Ye Qiao back: "Yeah."

Zheng Xizhen was happy to float in the hustle and bustle of the ballroom.

The private assistant got together: "Zheng Shao, what is so happy?"

Zheng Xi slammed him: "You kids know a fart!"

Ye Qiao, this person, confessed to death.

It doesn't look like you don't cry, you don't even care about it. In fact, you are stubborn in your heart. What do you persuade her, she listens, her attitude is too good, she just doesn't go to her heart.

But when she survived the darkest part, she walked out of the dead end – everything was a bright tomorrow.

Yesterday, all kinds of seeds and dust.

She is the most paranoid and the most handsome person he has ever seen.

Ye Qiao took a deep breath and felt that the rainy night was actually very good. The air is clear and there is no weight, giving people a illusion of earthly ease.

The sightseeing elevator slowly stopped on the third floor, Ye Qiao looked up, and three or four people in the elevator had a person who could not be met here.

The glass door opened and she did not go in. Seeing that the door was about to close again, he held out a hand and was caught by the elevator door.

Zhou Yanshen took his hand back, as if the bones that were pinched were all other people's, and casually rubbed two hands and pointed her finger: "Don't come in?"

Perhaps because he was naturally tempted, Ye Qiao is now weak, and he walked in with his fingers - even if she knew that the elevator was going upstairs. And she is going to the ground floor.

Ye Qiao actually has a lot of words to ask him, but the emotions that are forced to suppress are still self-dissolving, and because of the existence of other people in the elevator, they stand facelessly.

Zhou Yan was standing behind her in silence, she was ten centimeters taller than her high heels. The tall body made people inexplicably want to know the taste of leaning.

Finally, the rest of the elevator left, leaving only the two of them.

Ye Qiao is wearing a one-shoulder dress, and the white skin is exposed to the cold weather. He hooked the hair of her horns from behind the neck: "It looks pretty good."

This hairstyle picked up her long hair and revealed her slim, slim back. She is thin, but not awkward, the shoulders are particularly good-looking, the skin of the white skin is slightly convex, and the clear outline has a hidden taboo sexy.

"Where is it?"

"Line your back."

Gu Jin also boasted that her back looks good. But only on the artistic level. In his usual life, regardless of which part of her, the evaluation is "too thin, eat more."

Now think about it, he may not really care about her. More is the perfunctory word for nothing.

Now, Gu Jin’s thoughts, and his whole person, have nothing to do with her. She has no regrets, but she is finally perfect.

Ye Qiao gently twisted his shoulders forward, his eyes were not focal length: "Do you think it is too thin?"

"Slightly." Zhou Yishen did not care about the defense of men and women. The hand slid along the hair to her shoulder, and the fingertips touched the dent along her butterfly bone. "There is no way to touch the groove." ""

Ye Qiao is used to his offense, and he does not move. He looks at the scenery outside the elevator at random: "Do you like it? Love to touch the bones."

Zhou Yanshen felt that she was wearing a thorn today, and everyone poked.

This is also good, more interesting than the leafy Joe Joe. Zhou Wei looked down at the line and watched her gauze soaked in wine and the mouth on her calf that she didn't know what was being cut. She raised her eyebrows with interest: "I just had a fight with someone?"

"No noise. I have learned the individual."

Zhou Xiaoshen smiled so that people could watch him and slap him in the face: "You are often bitten by dogs."

Ye Qiaohu looked at him suspiciously: "Because the dog owner always appears inexplicably around me."

Hey. The elevator door opens.

Ye Qiao took a look at the floor logo of 58f: "Are you here?"

The top floor view vip suite will really enjoy.

Zhou Weishen pointed his finger at the room card and said, "Yes."

During the day, he said that he couldn’t go to the appointment, but he actually came to the hotel. It is clear that there is a fixed residence in G City, but it runs deeper in the middle of the night to open the house. What this man is doing is really clear.

Ye Qiao’s mind has already filled up a whole set of rich women’s plots to support Xiaobai’s face, putting ridicule on his face: “Are you very busy?”

Zhou Xiaoshen had already stepped out on one foot. When she heard this, she suddenly turned back and grabbed her arm: "Not busy, let me have time to entertain you."

Ye Qiao was caught off guard and was easily pulled out of the elevator by this violent man. The elevator door quickly closed behind her and descended. Her little arm was hurt by him: "What are you doing?"

"Strong-rape." His long arm was bent over her knees and she was easily taken out. On the corridor with the soft carpet, there was a man and a woman coming over, and they used the narrow eyes to watch the two men passing by. Zhou Xiaoshen strode through the meteor, and her struggles were clamped in the arms, seriously threatening her, "Don't move. People call you responsible?"

Ye Qiao snorted, his legs volleyed and wanted to bend and kick him, and he was easily resolved. He said: "Let me call security again!"

"Hey. Tell me later. Don't mess, there is a hole in your leg, and the blood is on my hand."

Ye Qiao suddenly stunned, and this felt a little pain. Just a hundred thousand turns in my heart are all broken with Gu Jin, even the glass did not know if I broke my leg.

She suddenly became quiet. Zhou Yan-shen vacated a hand-painted room card, put her into the house on one side and kicked the door back.

Ye Qiao volley for too long, the blood circulation did not keep up, took a small step to stand still, cold anger said: "What disease do you commit?" She thought and felt that the general knowledge of this person is too much, laughed happily "Isn't I afraid someone will knock at the door?"

Zhou Weishen used the room card to plug in the power supply, saying no hurry, no one will come.

It is really someone. Ye Qiao Li was at the door, watching him pull out the silver-gray mobile phone from his pocket, and explained the room number to the phone: "medical box. Trauma."

Ye Qiao watched him put his phone on her ear: "You tell her."

A professional female voice came from the mobile phone: "Hello, Yueting Hotel Room Service Department, what kind of drugs do you need?"

"I suffered a bit of injury and need to be disinfected." Ye Qiao's voice was gentle and courteous, but his eyes were fixed on Zhou Weishen. "If you have medical gauze and tape, you can also send some."

"Okay. Please wait ten minutes and wish you a pleasant stay."

The battery power is just right.

"You are so hot, I didn't see it before." Ye Qiao squatted down the phone, and then he went in and sat on the sofa.

The top floor view room of Yueting overlooks the river view of the entire city. Outside the living room is a terrace. The sliding door is made of glass. The interior lighting is designed to be scientific and simple, so as to minimize the viewing experience affected by the interior view of the room. The excellent details allowed Ye Qiao's eyes to fill the clouds of the city tonight. The red navigation lights with flights flashed in the dark clouds.

It is still raining outside.

Zhou Yanshen said: "Is your wound infected with my dog?"

Also said: "When the rain stops, go."

Imperative tone.

He took a paper towel and wiped the blood from his arm. He threw it into the ashtray and took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket.

Ye Qiao squinted back: "Don't smoke. Just don't smoke tonight."

She frowned and her makeup was exquisite, like the orthodox aristocratic gold in the British drama. Zhou Yanshen threw the cigarette case into the ashtray, "OK."

But his hand was still consciously touching the lighter, and it was funny when he touched it. He smiled and lit the flames one by one: "No smoking, nothing to do."

Ye Qiao determined that he was too lonely, only to pull her companion, and felt that it was quite hard to do his work: "Have you eaten?"

"No."

"I didn't." Ye Qiao suddenly felt a little hungry.

Zhou Yan deep raised his eyebrows: "Isn't it just at dinner?"

Ye Qiao handed him a look "How do you know that I am at the dinner": "Nothing to eat."

"That will be eaten later."

Ye Qiao leaned on the back of the sofa, his eyes moved and the amplitude was very small. He didn't know what he was thinking: "I don't want to eat those."

Zhou Yishen disliked: "You are quite difficult to complete."

Someone knocked at the door and shouted room service.

Ye Qiao put a band-aid on the calf, mainly cleaning the wounds of the lower hand and re-wrapping. Looking back, Zhou Yushen and subconsciously went to the pack of cigarettes, and saw her look back before taking it back. She knows that he is guilty of cigarette addiction, not necessarily to smoke, but inexplicably feel that this scene is a bit funny. In the words of Qianxi, I think he is very cute.

Ye Qiao gave him a smile: "When is your guest coming? Can you go out to eat?"

"Guest, your grandfather." He was awkward to swear, put a lighter into his pocket, "Go. Eat yours."