The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 833 I am a woman who worships gold (70)

  Qu Chengze said, his heartbeat couldn't help but jump.

  He is not the kind of stunner who doesn't understand anything, but he doesn't know why. At this moment in front of Su Qinghuan, he only feels that he has become the kind of stupid boy who dare not make anything rashly.

  I am afraid of being abrupt and beautiful.

  Not willing to leave directly.

  ……

   "Oh, do you want to apply it on my waist? Actually, I was bitten by mosquitoes on my back."

  Su Qinghuan seemed to be unaware of the change in the man's mood at the moment, she smiled and turned her head away.

  In an instant, that glamorous face turned around, almost only a few inches away from Qu Chengze.

  Fat each other, breathe each other.

   Looking at those jet black phoenix eyes, Qu Chengze only felt that he was almost driven crazy, but the ecstatic banshee in front of him seemed to feel nothing.

  "This silk nightdress actually has an invisible zipper, you can see it by turning your head."

  Su Qinghuan turned her head again casually, like a lazy puppet cat, half-prone on the velvet sofa.

  The pure white velvet sofa, her pure black silk skirt is so conspicuous, especially the woman's plain white feet on the sofa, the texture is even more eye-catching than the pure white velvet sofa.

  ……

  Qu Chengze originally felt that his self-control was limited, not to mention, at this moment, he heard Su Qinghuan say such things.

  For a moment, Qu Chengze doubted whether Su Qinghuan was testing herself on purpose.

  But Qu Chengze subconsciously denied it again.

  Because no one knows better than him, why Su Qinghuan chose to form CP with him.

  ——She wants to be angry with Gu Chubai, and his purpose also belongs to another.

  ……

  In an instant, a dazed feeling rushed into Qu Chengze's heart. The hand he couldn't wait to reach out was even a little sluggish.

  And Su Qinghuan tilted her head in surprise, apparently she didn't expect Qu Chengze to be stage fright at this time, so she raised her eyebrows suspiciously.

   "What's wrong?"

   "...no, nothing."

  Qu Chengze's voice is heard.

  His eyes are dark, and the aggressive and oppressive body of a young man is slightly depressed. From this perspective, the shadow cast by his tall body almost envelops the delicate and slender **** the sofa.

  The lights flickered in the room, and Qu Chengze saw Su Qinghuan under his reflection. Because of this picture, there was an inexplicable sweetness in his heart, and he was full of possessiveness.

  He took a deep breath and barely managed to calm his somewhat turbulent breathing. Following the direction Su Qinghuan originally pointed, he quickly saw the invisible zipper Su Qinghuan said.

  When the man's hand touched the zipper puller, he subconsciously asked one more question.

   "Sister Qing Huan, why do you believe me so?"

  Following the man’s doubting and hoarse voice, the zipper opened upwards, revealing the woman’s plain snow back.

  It's just that there are some tiny mosquito masses on it, a patch of poor red.

  ……

  Looking at the red that shouldn't exist on the woman's snow back, the youth's beautiful peachy eyes flashed a dark light subconsciously.

  ——For some reason, men began to be jealous of the mosquitoes flying under the overpass.

  If these marks were left on the woman's back, it was not them, but him, how great it would be.

  ……

As soon as the thought of    appeared, Qu Chengze himself was stunned for a moment.

  It’s just that the young man still hasn't figured out his feelings for Su Qinghuan. He has been obsessed with Ling Xian'er for too long, and has never thought about what kind of emotion he likes.

  Instead, he attributed his strangeness at the moment to men’s natural passion for women.

  But that’s not wrong. If Su Qinghuan was three hundred jins fat and ugly too ugly to see, I’m afraid Qu Chengze would flee long ago, and he would stop here, soul-stirring.

  ……

   Just when the young man was in a daze, Su Qinghuan's cold voice suddenly awakened him.

   "Chengze, are you a bad guy?"

  The woman's voice is very good, especially at the moment, there are only two of them in the room, as if there is a shallow echo, hooking on the young man's heart, there is an indescribable ripple.

   "Ah, I'm just kidding, but Qing Huan sister, in the future, you still don't let other men into your room at will, it is too dangerous."

  Other men...

  啧.

  These four meaningful words obviously exclude Qu Chengze himself.

Su Qinghuan suddenly felt that Qu Chengze was very funny.

  But she was not a silly white sweet at first, if it wasn't for Qu Chengze to be her target, she would not bother to give this kind of scum three-point color.

  ……

  Because he didn't want Su Qinghuan to look down on himself, Qu Chengze tried his best to hold the gentleman's fan, but when his hand touched Su Qinghuan's back, he still breathed heavily.

  The man’s fingertips were rubbed with cooling oil, and a little bit of it was applied to the place where Su Qinghuan had been bitten by mosquitoes.

  He had never seen a woman with such squeaky skin as Su Qinghuan.

  It is clear that the people passing under the bridge that day are unknown, but Su Qinghuan is the only one who must have been bitten by mosquitoes.

  ……

   "Sister Qing Huan, your physique is a little too miserable."

  Qu Chengze tried his best to talk to Su Qinghuan normally in order to resolve those reveries in his heart.

   And Su Qing lied on the sofa with a smile, spit out casually.

   "It's miserable. Generally, after I am bitten by a mosquito, this kind of mark will not disappear for three or five days. If I am in a bad mood, I will grab it a few times at random, I am afraid it will take a month to complete it."

  "……"

  The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.

  Qu Chengze's eyes drifted slightly, he couldn't help being in a daze. If the marks on Su Qinghuan's back and arms were him, I'm afraid he would not be able to get rid of it for several days?

  ……

  This difficult process of applying medicine really tests people's sanity.

   Just when Qu Chengze was a little unbearable, Su Qinghuan stopped in time and quickly closed the zipper.

   "Okay, let's just do it, it's quite late, Chengze, you have worked hard today, go back and rest early, tomorrow we are going to record the reality show in the Imperial City Amusement Park!"

  "……"

  Although I knew that Su Qinghuan probably didn't mean to stay overnight, the feeling of being beaten back from heaven to **** was really uncomfortable. Qu Chengze's expression changed several times in a blink of an eye.

  He looked at Su Qinghuan with some sullenness.

   "Okay, Qing Huan sister, good night."

  Seeing the unhappy look of Qu Chengze, Su Qinghuan wanted to laugh out loud, but she still stood up pretending to be concerned, and put her hand on Qu Chengze’s forehead.

   "Chengze, why are you looking so ugly? Are you sick?"

  The girl’s concerned voice fell in her ears, because of the distance, as long as Qu Chengze lowered his head slightly, he could kiss the woman’s rosy lips.

  Qu Chengze was completely sane in an instant, and subconsciously wanted to lower his head...

  (End of this chapter)