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Two large bottles of Happy Fat House Water were eventually forgotten in the trunk of Bugatti.

Tan Qing happily hugged her family bucket, and super obediently went into the elevator behind He Mingyu, and returned to He Mingyu's exclusive suite in the hotel.

This hotel is some distance away from the film and television base, and the privacy is very good. There will never be any sneak shots like the hotel in the film and television base.

The general manager of the hotel personally escorted the two to the door of the room, and said very enthusiastically that any service needed can be raised at any time.

At that time, Tan Qing had already hurried into the house holding her fried chicken.

Only He Mingyu was left thinking for a few seconds at the door, and he confessed a few words to the general manager of the hotel without changing his face.

Hotel manager: "..."

The hotel manager suppressed the shock in his heart, and did not dare to take another look at Tan Qing who ran into the room, and said quickly: "He Dong, don't worry, I will do it right away."

He Mingyu nodded, then turned around and entered the house.

Tan Qing has been sitting on the big sofa in the center of the presidential suite.

He crossed his legs and took one of the two family buckets into his arms, and was unpacking the plastic bag seriously and preparing to eat.

He Mingyu closed the door, walked to Tan Qing and sat down, and brought the family bucket over: "Go and wash your hands before eating."

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing sniffed and glanced eagerly at her chicken legs and chicken wings.

Then aggrieved, jumped off the sofa and walked towards the bathroom.

He Mingyu said again: "Come here and put on your slippers, obedient."

Tan Qing: "..."

Humans really.

Very annoying!

Tan Qing ran back angrily.

He slipped on the slippers, went to the bathroom with a clatter, scrubbed and brushed very perfunctorily, took a piece of paper and wiped it casually, and slipped towards his own fried chicken expectantly.

However, as soon as I walked out of the bathroom, I heard the door of the room knocked from the outside: "Hello, room service."

Tan Qing happened to be not far from the door, and walked over to open the door curiously.

Standing at the door was the general manager of the hotel who had sent him and He Mingyu in just now.

A manager in a black professional suit personally pushed a small dining car.

On the left side of the first floor of the dining car is a row of beers, and on the other side are two bottles of very delicately packaged red wine.

Seeing that it was Tan Qing, the hotel general manager smiled politely: "Mr. Tan, is He Dong here?"

Tan Qing glanced at the central living room far away: "He's there, but you can just give it to me if you bring the wine!"

The general manager humbly bowed to Tanqing: "This is Mr. Tan. We stipulate that the person who signs for room service and the person who placed the order must be the same."

Tan Qing, who had never called room service before, was easily limped: "Oh oh oh, let me call him for you! Wait a minute!"

Tan Qing ran from the door of the room to the living room with her little slippers and happily hugged He Mingyu's arm: "My wine is here, and the manager wants you to fetch it!"

He Mingyu's gaze stopped for a few seconds at the tip of the finger that Tan Qing was holding on his arm: "Yeah."

Tan Qing urged him restlessly: "Go, go!"

He Mingyu was pulled up from the sofa and pushed the bucket of the whole family to Tan Qing: "Untie the bag. If you are hungry, eat a piece first."

Tan Qing happily jumped onto the sofa, with her arms stretched out over her head, she said with a big heart to He Mingyu, "I love you!"

The weather had just turned into spring, and after the crew changed clothes, Tan Qing only wore a simple sweater.

Tan Qing pulled up the hem of the sweater for a long time due to the movement of just reaching up to show his heart.

The white and tender skin on the waist was exposed.

He Mingyu's gaze flicked around Tan Qing's waist, and when he turned and walked towards the gate, his expression was already darkened.

The hotel manager waited patiently at the door.

Seeing He Mingyu finally coming over, he immediately reverently said: "He Dong, this is the wine you ordered. The wine utensils are also ready for you."

He Mingyu picked up a bottle of red wine on the side to check the degree, and nodded slightly: "What about the other things?"

manager:"…"

The general manager of the hotel took great pains to dig out the two bottles of inventory, lest the important shareholder is not satisfied.

But now it looks.

The most important thing in front of this distinguished guest is not wine at all—

The manager handed the wine to He Mingyu in fear. He opened the partition on the second floor of the dining car a little nervously, and at the same time lowered his voice: "He Dong, the brand of the cover has been found for you, but the lubricant brand you specified is here. No, I can only change it to another one... If you don’t think it works, we will immediately send someone to buy it in the next city!"

He Mingyu lowered his head, took out the lubricant from the second layer, took a look, put it back, and whispered, "This brand is fine too. It's hard work."

Manager: "No hard work, no hard work! Do you need me to help you push the dining car in?"

He Mingyu shook his head: "No, thank you."

manager:"…"

The general manager of the hotel watched He Mingyu neatly arrange the lubricant and cover box, and then pulled the partition on the second floor of the dining car, pushing the wine on the first floor into the room as if nothing happened.

A whole box of covers.

An imported lubricant with special effects to extend sensitivity.

For a moment, I was worried that the gentleman who was holding the bucket of the family in the room seemed ignorant and well-behaved.

But because of the capitalist money forces, they dare not speak.

The hotel manager was tortured by his conscience and left.

He Mingyu pushed the dining car from the door of the room to the central living room, took apart a bottle of red wine, took a beer, and frowned solemnly: "Beer is iced, wait for it to drink."

Tan Qing, who was sitting on the sofa looking at her phone and eating with a greasy mouth, waved the chicken wings in his hand: "No! Qingqing will drink ice!"

By the time the sun went down, the light in the room was no longer so warm.

The slanting light reflected on Tan Qing's charming and gorgeous side face, which looked particularly alluring and innocent.

It's the same again.

I seduce every time, but I never want to be responsible.

The dark color in He Mingyu's eyes became deeper and deeper, and even his throat became extremely dry.

It was probably because the person standing opposite hadn't spoken for a long time.

Tan Qing looked up and shouted greedyly: "He Mingyu?"

He Mingyu recovered, walked to Tan Qing's side, and pulled away the beer.

I took a big sip first, and then put the rest in front of Tan Qing, sounding very serious: "It's not too cold, drink slowly."

Tan Qing: "Oh..."

Although I always felt a little strange, Tan Qing didn't find the problem for a while.

So obediently picked up the bottle of beer handed over by He Mingyu, took a sip and then another sip.

Wow.

Delicious!

Tan Qing took a sip of beer and fried chicken, her happy eyes narrowed.

Soon, a sheaf of beer went down most of the box.

Tan Qing's face was stained with a faint red color, like a faint rouge.

He Mingyu took out a wet wipe, wrapped Tan Qing's waist, and wiped his mouth: "Is it delicious?"

Tan Qing nestled in He Mingyu's arms and rubbed He Mingyu's luxury shirt with a pair of oily hands, her eyes were a little dazed, and she said obediently, "It's delicious!"

He Mingyu bowed his head and kissed Tanqing on the forehead, and said in a low voice, "Would you like some red wine?"

The sixth sense from the small animal makes Tan Qing always feel that the scene in front of him is not quite right.

But greedy.

Tan Qing, who was probing repeatedly on the edge of the trap, stretched out a finger under the last trace of rational control, licked her lips and said, "Yes, just take a sip!"

He Mingyu gave a hum, and completely took Tan Qing, who had no resistance at all, into his arms: "Okay, just have a drink."

Tan Qing: "Huh..."

After drinking, Tan Qing watched He Mingyu cork the red wine, and the rose-red wine fell into the goblet along the wall of the goblet.

A full glass.

The rose red turned to jet red.

He Mingyu put down the red wine bottle, picked up the goblet, and took a sip for himself.

Then he slowed down and paused for a few seconds as if tasting a wine.

Tan Qing was tempted by He Mingyu and tugged on his sleeve, and hurriedly said, "Well, is it good to drink?"

He Mingyu twitched the corner of his mouth faintly. He didn't know when his voice was hoarse and out of shape: "It's delicious. Would you like to drink it?"

Under the joint coax of the capitalists.

Two KFC family buckets eat bits and pieces.

Two bottles of red wine are under one and a half.

There are only the last two cans left in a sheaf of ice beer.

Tan Qing was already soft and unable to lift the slightest strength, and was held in He Mingyu's arms.

The two walked into the large bedroom inside.

The afterglow of the setting sun has completely dissipated.

The curtains in the large bedroom were hidden, and only the dim lights flickered, creating an indescribable ambiguity.

The softened Tan Qing was put on the bed by He Mingyu, and before he could turn around, he was pressed into the water bed again.

After being crushed, Tan Qing was dull for a long time, then slowly raised his head and met He Mingyu's gaze.

He glanced at He Mingyu for a while, and thought of it as a hindsight: "By the way... I just saw the Weibo post on Weibo, discussing your beating the rich second generation..."

He Mingyu paused and said, "Are you worried?"

Tan Qing was pressed underneath and couldn't escape or struggle, so she kicked her legs uselessly, and honestly said: "Oh, forget it... If the police come to arrest you, I will protect you."

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu was a little helpless: "It's just a dislocation, I have a sense of measure, don't worry."

Tan Qing blinked: "That's it."

The stamina of mixing red wine and beer has always been great.

The two had a fuss on the bed for a while.

Tan Qing's consciousness is no longer sober.

Tan Qing struggling to move, stretched out her hand to pull her clothes: "He Mingyu...I'm so hot..."

He Mingyu leaned on Tan Qing and let him take off his clothes.

Then he leaned over and touched Tanqing's sweaty hair: "It won't be hot after taking it off."

The temperature of the air conditioner in the bedroom of the suite is just right.

Tan Qing was coaxed a little by He Mingyu into becoming a polished commander. She shrank under the man aggrieved, sucked her nose, and said sadly: "You are a lie, you are still hot..."

With a dumb voice, He Mingyu pressed Tan Qing's hand on the head of the bed: "Hey, you won't be hot after sweating. Okay?"

Tan Qing: "..."

The dizzy Tan Qing was somewhat helpless, with her watery eyes open, looking at He Mingyu innocently and helplessly.

It seems to understand, and it seems to not understand.

He Mingyu kissed Tan Qing's wet lips and whispered softly: "Come on, legs apart."

Tan Qing was soft on the waterbed like noodles, and her clothes were pulled up, revealing a slender waistline.

Let He Mingyu put him in any posture.

Be exploited.

Was lubricated.

He Mingyu's breathing was low and hot, and Tan Qing's ears were so hot that he trembled with anxiety.

After being drunk, Tan Qing subconsciously wanted to shrink back, but was easily caught by He Mingyu, and kissed lowly on the side of her cheek.

"It's going to start, Qingqing."

He Mingyu and Tan Qing interlocked, just as they were about to move their chopsticks.

The screen of the mobile phone, randomly placed on the bedside table, suddenly lit up.

A video call came.

In the video screen.

The round talk was held in Liao Xian's arms.

The pink and tender buns leaned in front of the screen curiously, their small mouths spitting bubbles one by one.

Look at the mouth shape like shouting—

Ba Ba.