"In addition to fingerprints, there is also a password, you must not have reset the password!"

Chen Qiao slapped his head, so the answer was about to come out.

"I'm sorry. The girl had calmly passed between the two of them. She could smell a faint smell of perfume on her body, it smelled very good, a smell of yuan.

If it weren't for the equivalent RMB, I wouldn't be able to buy such a strong but not gaudy, gaudy but vulgar taste.

The girl's body had flashed into the elevator, leaving the two of them staring at each other.

"A good night. Chen Qiao spread his hands.

Chen Mofei shrugged, as to whether that meant she didn't mind or agreed with his thoughts.

Chen Qiao began to entertain guests, and Chen Mofei wanted to help, but Chen Qiao decisively refused.

Chen Mofei was properly arranged on the sofa in the living room, the TV was turned on, and an ominous program was played. She looked at it twice, sat upright, then leaned back on the couch, and then she felt a little sleepy with her eyelids.

When Chen Qiao came out with the food, he saw that she was already asleep.

The woman slept very soundly, the soft light hit her smooth face, the fine white hairs stood at the roots, she had a row of extremely straight long eyelashes, lying quietly on her upper eyelids like a sentinel, she breathed so deeply and long.

Chen Qiao put down the carefully prepared dishes and wondered how long it had been since this girl had slept in the past.

He frowned slightly, the sound of something bursting from the tip of his heart. Chen Qiao tiptoed to pick up the remote control of the TV, and then pressed the TV off, the room was quiet, and he dimmed the light above her head.

Should she be covered?

He was hesitating, he knew that some people were light sleepers, and the slightest noise or disturbance could startle their sleepiness.

These people are all poor people, like Chen Mofei, who wears a mask of a dragon and a tiger during the day, and at night like a wandering mandrill, tiredness pierces their bodies, but gives them too many reasons not to recuperate, she must be ......

Chen Qiao sighed, and he suddenly lost his appetite. To be honest, I didn't even dare to take a shower, so I curled up on the other side of the sofa.

The moonlight was cold, the room was dim, his mobile phone "ding", he sat up in a panic, and then immediately checked whether the sound disturbed the sweet dreams of the person in front of him.

No.

She must have been very sleepy.

This woman who seems to have a mystery in her heart, what is hidden in her heart? He lowered his head and glanced at the phone, it was WeChat. The other party said: How is it? Sister reacted fast enough, right?

He deducted the phone and quickly turned the phone to silent first.

: New prey? Have you changed your taste?

Deleted her message. Chen Qiao didn't plan to go back. He was her assistant, and he had no intention of having anything to do with her, but once the two of them slept together after drinking, and then they hit it off when they needed each other, but he didn't expect her to do such a show tonight, and -----

Chen Qiao raised his eyes and looked at Chen Mofei, who was breathing deeply and was in deep sleep.

Somehow, his heart suddenly softened, and the whole world seemed to be quiet in front of him and her, and he reached out and wanted to touch her face.

"He's going to have to replace her. ”

Chen Qiao thought, otherwise, if he let these two women meet one day, how would he explain?

He wouldn't allow that to happen.

"Let's change jobs. "He's flying.

Information is like a mud cow into the sea, he knows that he is not doing it right, although she asked to follow him through the port, but he did not object, he admitted that he wanted to bring her over, at least to comfort himself when he needed it.

But now, he doesn't need it.

Chen Qiao thought a little coldly.

Half an hour later, he typed a number into his phone's WeChat. Then the other party replied in seconds. "You advertise for assistants. ”

Chen Qiao has no expression on his face, each one is like this, of course, there are also different, one crying, two troubles and three hangings, but when they realize that there is no room for recovery, most of the time they will choose to solve this problem in a more affordable way.

Chen Qiao didn't want to think about whether they had loved him, and Chen Qiao didn't want to think about whether he had loved them. Chen Qiao sometimes feels that he is too lonely, the kind of loneliness that is bright and noisy, but makes people feel lonely. He laughed at himself in the dusk for being a little sentimental. Is he such a man? He is a prodigal son, and a prodigal son should be like a prodigal son.

However, what should the prodigal son look like?

He sat down, then touched her body, kissed her face, then lips, carried her into the bedroom as she half-pushed and half-pushed, and threw her on the big soft bed.

Can't sleep?

He would whisper to her.

"I can exhaust you. Maybe you're missing this love. ”

He has countless means, and he has succeeded countless times. However, this night, he was a little tired, he hugged his shoulder, the air conditioning was powerful enough, and it was not cold.

Chen Qiao also fell asleep groggyly. Until he heard a sound similar to a scream, and then was suddenly awakened, Chen Qiao sat upright, and quickly realized that this was not his bedroom, Chen Mofei next to him seemed to be having a nightmare, she curled up into a ball and frowned. Before thinking about it, Chen Qiao pounced, and then took her into his arms, he stretched out his hand to pat her back, not like treating a strange woman, but more like a daughter.

He rubbed his chin over her short hair, and pressed his lips on her smooth, narrow forehead, but he did not dare to say anything, for fear that an unfamiliar voice would remind her that he should be vigilant or reserved.

Sure enough, the person in his arms gradually quieted down, and Chen Qiao gently raised his face, making his face have a certain distance from hers. Then seeing her stretched brows, she closed her eyes tightly, and adjusted a position in his arms that seemed to make her more comfortable, Chen Qiao involuntarily cooperated, and then she fell asleep again, Chen Qiao heard her steady and deep breathing.

She fell asleep again.

He finally knew why she was willing to come back with her. It's not as complicated as he thinks. She wanted to try, change places, or have someone around her, if she could sleep.

He hugged her arms a little harder, and he could smell the faint refreshing shampoo in her hair.

A clean woman.

Clean, not clean.

He doesn't understand himself at this moment, so let's take it as if he's having a hypothesis. In the past, there were countless girls who gave him pleasure, but when they were done, he always liked to send them away, and he didn't leave them for the night.

He restrained himself from yawning so that they would not make too much noise, and then hugged her tightly, a sleep that was extremely short and long.

When the morning light entered the window, Chen Mofei was the first to wake up. She rose from his arms in astonishment, and met his gentle, determined eyes. She smiled sheepishly, feeling comfortable all over.

It had been a long time since she had slept such beautifully. I should be grateful to him. When she was planning to phrase her words, someone knocked on the door, and Chen Qiao pushed her away.

"I'm going to open the door. She smiled and nodded, and then only heard Chen Qiao's voice come over: "Passing years?"