The Lover’s Prattle

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Qing Ruo followed Feng Qi from beginning to end, like a kitten lazily carried by his owner and bent.

Although she made her debut for 5 years, she first joined a circle of money-crackers, and she was not well known, instead she became a new face in the field.

He looks beautiful and exquisite, and his temperament is also pleasant. He followed Feng Qi, and it is inevitable that everyone will take care of it.

Feng Qi saw that she had been able to hide and hide. She was not in a hurry to prepare for the future. She calmly stepped forward to hold her looming waist, and then forcefully and domineering others to stop talking to her.

In the private room, more and more playful and vigorous, several women have been lying on the sofa with only a little cloth, Qing Ruo Feng Qi sitting on his shoulders, staring with wide eyes.

In the eyes, all curious and thriller.

Two very weird emotions appeared in her eyes without half a twist.

Feng Qihe touched the cup and turned her head to see her staring at the other side with a green light, and she put it in her ears and said, "Baby, haven't you seen it?"

Qing Ruo was shaken by his hot breath and title, and pulled his clothes, "I have never seen it."

Feng Qi originally wanted to say that she could be taught. There came from the sofa. There was no mask of malicious jokes around, but the woman had no face or skin.

Feng Qi blackened her face, covered her eyes with a big hand, half-embraced and let Qing Ruo stand up from the sofa, her head clasped on his chest and walked out, passing a few good-hearted and merciless kicks , "Throw those out."

He had a somber tone, and a pair of black eyes in the colorful rooms were like Lord Yan. No one dared to touch his brow for a while, but he said yes.

Feng Qi took Qing Ruo out of the booth before removing the big hand clasped behind her head, pulling someone to stand by the handrail near the corridor and twisting her hair around her fingertips. It's foolish. "

Qing Ruo rushed at him with a look of laziness.

Feng Qile had reached out, patted her ass, and drank a lot of wine. This would come out and blow a bit of wind, a little bit of wine, and see her turning her head to stare at her small voice, not heavy, " Be good. "

I don't know if it's a lesson or an indulgence.

Qing Ruo sucked her nose and still didn't want to ignore him, leaning on the railing to see the people coming and going in the lobby below, Feng Qi circled her from the back, heard a familiar voice next to her and looked over.

An Qi and Jing Sheng. So she turned around and introduced each other to several people.

Jing Sheng said a final farewell, "Let's go first, An Qi has a baby, so go home early to rest."

"Um." Feng Qi smiled and nodded, looking at the back of the two people a little embarrassed.

My arms are warm.

Previously, the ones in the private room were really thrown away by Feng Qi's fox friends and dog friends. Feng Qi returned to the private room with Qing Ruo and began to play games and drink.

When indulging one's consciousness, in the end, I still thought that I was still carrying a person, and I was somewhat astringent.

The driver didn't have to ask, and sent them to Qingruojia Community.

Feng Qi got on his head, but he wasn't as drunk as last time, but he kept thinking that An Qi had a baby and didn't want to talk or move.

I did n’t know it last time, I knew it this time.

Qing Ruo let him lean on the sofa, gave him a thin cover, and went to the kitchen to toss for a while, then brought the basin over and washed his face and hands.

Feed him a hangover soup and go to the living room with a pot of water.

Feng Qi probably knew what she was going to do. She was pretend to be dizzy for a long time. This can only be done by drunkenness. If Qing Qing had a good temper to coax him, it was totally like a child. Comfortable ~ "

Probably the tone is too gentle and tolerant, Feng Qi obediently tossed by her.

Qing Ruo sat on the bed and pressed him the acupuncture points on her head. Her fingers were hard, Feng Qi was comfortable and a little painful. The strong smell between her nose was not the taste of wine, but the scent of her body, Magnolia, or cotton.

When Qing Ruo got up and left, Feng Qi subconsciously reached out to pull. He was not drunk, and now he wanted to exercise on the bed.

Only in the end did not reach out.

The sight turned dark, the house was small, the sound insulation was not very good, there was water sound outside, and the sound of light slippers, Feng Qi didn't know how long it had been, and slowly fell asleep.

It was a good night's dream again, and I woke up in the morning without any discomfort.

There is a simple alarm clock on the bedside. The new look looks like it was just bought shortly afterwards. Feng Qi looked at the time and found Chuyang's mobile phone while calling.

"I know, bring clothes to pick you up."

Chu Yang hadn't waited for him to explain, he had already answered the words himself.

Feng Qi hooked his lips, "Well. Ask someone to bring more clothes." After thinking about it, he added, "The new women's bag is sent over by the mall."

Chu Yang beeps twice, "Excuse me, how many bosses are there?"

"This month is suitable for her age and will continue next month."

Well, Chu Yang completely served Qing Ruo, and the last ten scripts did not frown, and this time it was a night's price.

When Feng Qi raised people, he also liked to talk generously when he liked it, but it was absolutely incomparable with the current state.

It turned out that this girl looked so good-looking, and it must have been a problem with her brain before five years of fame, but now it seems that people must have an idea for a long time, and they may have cramps.

When Qing knocked on the door at this time, Feng Qi and Chu Yang still had to explain the company's affairs and did not hang up to let her in.

If Qing held a cup and leaned halfway against the door frame, "the bag doesn't have to be delivered."

Feng Qi looked up at her and tickled her lips. "Well, good."

Instead, he told Chu Yang, "There is no need to send the package."

Chu Yang on the other side of the phone drew his mouth and asked tentatively, "So, boss, what do you want to send?"

Feng Qi did not answer, but just started to talk to him about the company.

Qing Ruo had left the cup.

Feng Qi is wearing new pajamas this time. It looks like he bought them according to his height. The size is just right and the satin fabric is very comfortable.

Knowing that Feng Qi was going to have lunch here, Chu Yang was stuck in time. The two had already finished lunch. This time Feng Qi sat and watched the midday news. Qing Ruo went straight to a nap.

It was Feng Qi's open door, and Chu Yang was followed by a string of custom store employees who were holding his clothes.

After all the clothes delivery staff left Chuyang, they walked around in the small guest room and asked Feng Qi, "Do you sleep here?"

"I sleep here."

Chu Yang's mouth turned a bit, Feng Qi stood at the desk with his fingers bent and tapped on the desk and asked him, "You said I added this cabinet and hit it on the wall, enough to put the computer and file bar."

Chu Yang frowned and felt Feng Qi's condition was a bit wrong, but at least it was better than the stuffing in An Qi ’s dead end. She also took a serious look and stood between the end of the bed and the wall to draw a bit of width. You want to put a chair. "

Feng Qi frowned and nodded in agreement. "Otherwise, you can sit on the bed without a chair?"

"... What's your strength with this small room?"

Feng Qi suddenly realized, "Yeah, Qing Ruo can go to my house."

"..." Chu Yang suddenly felt very worried, and this IQ state was not like Feng Qi who planned to kill the fruit.

Qing Ruo took a nap, and Feng Qi took Chu Yang to sit in the living room very seriously waiting for her to sleep and discuss the matter of moving to a place to live. Because she did not turn on the TV, she took two books from the bookcase and recommended it to Chu Yang passed the time, then lowered his voice, "You haven't seen the new ones recently. I think although the crooked ones are all talk on paper, but they are OK."

"..."

Qing Ruo will go to the TV station to record the food show in the afternoon, so she did n’t sleep much. The celebrity like her has no such thing as a makeup artist and stylist. The dressing room asked the hairdresser to take care of it a little.

Opening the door of the room, carrying the things you want to use.

"Huh?" Qing Ruo expressed doubt, why Feng Qi hadn't left.

She was in a hurry, just asked and walked directly to the door with her bag.

Feng Qi saw her hurriedly stood up and followed, "Want to go out?"

"Well, I'm going to the TV station to record a show."

Qing Ruo stood next to the shoe cabinet to change shoes, because she was carrying a bag, so it was not very convenient to support. She was trying to put the bag down. Feng Qi had already come over and held her arm next to her. She also lowered her head to change shoes, "I will send you past."

"OK." Qing Ruo looked up and smiled at him.

Chu Yang didn't change her shoes at all, and put the crooked books on the bookshelf and followed.

Chu Yang drove. Qing Ruo and Feng Qi sat in the back row. Feng Qi turned to look at her. Her makeup was exquisite, and she looked like a crystal doll. She was a little more charming, but he preferred to look at her plain face, so clean. People are comfortable.

"After the recording, I will ask the driver to pick you up and go to my house."

Feng Qi said this easily, but Chu Yang did know that Feng Qi now said the home was Feng's old house, and even An Qi rarely went, let alone other people. This would be said by Feng Qi as an appointment. Friends go to dinner as casually.

"Five o'clock." Qing Ruo looked up at him, and bit his lip gently. "My family is too small?"

Feng Qi nodded, "There is no desk in the room."

Qing Ruo's eyebrows stretched and smiled, "I don't need to go to your house. I have an empty room. I used to be a dance practice room, but now I don't need it."

Feng Qi drew a corner of her mouth and found out if she was speaking too casually. Did she hear that she could go to his house to represent her price rise in this transaction?

Obviously not.

At the entrance of the TV station, he got off from his car and said goodbye to them happily.

Feng Qi didn't speak, and Chu Yang didn't rush to start the car.

Feng Qi watched her figure disappear on the steps. She nodded her fingers on her knees, and a sullen smile was added to her cold tone. "The entertainer buried her." It sounded creepy.

However, Chu Yang and he have known each other for many years. They turned their heads and looked at Qing Ruo's direction. He started the car with a smile and said, "Don't believe that there is true love everywhere."

If Qingruo's performances are planned, then there is such a calculation. Adding her face in the circle for five years, it is simply unreasonable. What acting skills are poor, anyway, Chu Yang I don't think it's natural for her to wear a mask every day.

If it wasn't for the performance, Chu Yang shook his head, then I really don't know if it was Feng Qi's blessing or disaster.

**

Both of these drunks were taken care of,

However, I don't want to be drunk anymore.

—— [Black Box]