Song Shuhao sat in the sports car, staring at the gallery diagonally opposite.

Yes, he shamelessly stalked Wang Weiwei, this kind of shamelessness is taken for granted in Shuhao Song's dictionary, men are not shameless and soak in a fart, if you want to achieve your goal, you must be shameless to the extreme.

Wang Weiwei is a woman like this, if you don't soak it when you see it, it seems that you know that there is a treasure, but you don't dig it.

Love to draw? Then let me send you a famous painting.

A uniformed traffic cop approached the sports car and knocked on the window.

Song Shuhao opened the car window.

"Sir, no parking is allowed here."

Song Shuhao didn't bother to speak, raised his hand, signaled the other party to post the ticket if he wanted to, tilted his head sideways to avoid the sight blocked by the traffic police, and looked diagonally opposite, his concentration was still in the gallery.

The traffic cop mercilessly posted the ticket and left.

Finally, Wang Weiwei walked out of the gallery with a painting in her arms, a light gray blouse with purple flowers, a beige tunic skirt, flesh-colored stockings that added snakes, light yellow leather boots, a fluffy hair pulled up, revealing a smooth and full forehead, and a not short braid tied at the back of her head.

Song Shuhao didn't know why Wang Weiwei was dressed like this, she shouldn't be dressed like this, but she only knew that because of her appearance, the world suddenly became wonderful, and this was her magic.

In Song Shuhao's view, Wang Weiwei has four of the most lethal weapons on her body, the first is cold, this coldness makes people feel like she is like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world, and modern men are used to seeing too much vulgar heavy makeup, and the moment you look forward to her smile, it must be the most moving smile.

The second kind of self-confidence, the woman without self-confidence ends up being intelligently reduced to the man's puppet, and the woman with self-confidence makes the man her puppet.

The third kind of casualness, her natural casualness can always reveal a special charm.

The fourth talent, which cannot be imitated by others, is extraordinary and unique.

Song Shuhao opened the car door, got out of the car and walked quickly towards Wang Weiwei, although his pace was fast, he was like a steady leopard, and the prey was already in his pocket.

Suddenly, Jeremy Song felt that Wang Weiwei's pace was a little fast, he was too familiar with the grace of Wang Weiwei's slow walking, it was like showing the perfect arch of the legs, but at this moment there were only two words to describe - fast.

Song Shuhao seemed to fall from the sky and appeared beside Wang Weiwei, "Hey, what a coincidence! ”

Wang Weiwei glanced sideways at Song Shuhao and said, "Hurry up." ”

Song Shuhao smiled: "What are you going to do quickly, I finally met you, I should walk slowly." ”

"You hurry up." Wang Weiwei said again, adding a word of you, she has always been indifferent, so that she can't deeply feel the seriousness of her facial expression at this moment.

Walking into the quiet alley again, Wang Weiwei stopped and said, "Although I don't like you, I still advise you to go away." ”

Song Shuhao laughed: "I like you to say that you don't like me, so when you say you like me, I have a sense of accomplishment." ”

Wang Weiwei was a little helpless, "Scoundrel, how can you go far?" ”

Song Shuhao sneered and said, "For the sake of your affectionate title, I will reluctantly make a small request." ”

"Speak!"

Song Shuhao looked at her rosy and seductive lips, and his eyes fell on her thin waist again.

"Speak!" Wang Weiwei's voice was a little colder.

Song Shuhao smiled: "I want your flesh-colored stockings." ”

Wang Weiwei didn't take it off, she tore off the flesh-colored stockings she was wearing and threw them to Song Shuhao.

Song Shuhao pulled the stockings into a ball, put them on the tip of his nose and took a deep breath, faint, sweet, this taste is wonderful.

Song Shuhao's face suddenly darkened, there was one more person, in addition to him and Wang Weiwei, there was another person, Song Shuhao put his stockings in his trouser pocket and turned around.

Behind him was a man, a man dressed in white, his face was also white, pale as if there was no blood, like a patient, but when you saw his eyes, you would never think that he was a patient, the patient did not have such eyes, eyes like sharp knives, Song Shuhao felt that his chest had been pierced.

Master!

Song Shuhao inserted his hand into his trouser pocket in a dashing manner, like a prodigal son, and looked at this man in white with a slight smile, how long has it been since he met this kind of friend.

Suddenly!

Song Shuhao was shocked, he recognized this man, and the reason why he didn't recognize this person immediately was because his face became pale and abnormal.

The long-missing Bai family's number one master, Bai Yi.

If not! A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Song Shuhao's mouth, it was so tricky, when Bai Yi became famous, he was only an eleven-year-old child.

"I'm going to kill you, I'll let you make three moves, let's shoot." A sentence as light as boiled water.

Song Shuhao was not stupid enough to make a move, can he not make a move, or make peace.

Song Shuhao smiled and said, "Senior, long time no see, let's go, I'll invite you to have a drink." ”

"It's a trick for you to say something."

"Mom. Target. Song Shuhao scolded secretly in his heart, made a second move, pointed at Wang Weiwei and said: "She is yours, I won't rob you." ”

"Two moves!"

Dry! None of this works! That's just a trick.

Wang Weiwei glared at Song Shuhao fiercely, "Get out of the way!" ”

Song Shuhao wanted to get out of the way, and he planned to let go very much, even if Wang Weiwei was kissed and raped by Bai Yi, it didn't matter to him, at the time of the incident, he was no longer at the scene.

Song Shuhao planned to slip away, but he felt that Bai Yi had locked him tightly, preventing him from having a chance to escape, and hijacking Wang Weiwei as a threat? There is no meaner, more secure and safe way.

Wang Weiwei stood in front of Song Shuhao, looking at the white clothes, and the white clothes shook and shuddered.

Song Shuhao suddenly felt that the threat was gone, and stretched his neck to take a look, hey, how did he become a turtle grandson.

"I'm angry." Wang Weiwei's expression made people feel angry, but there was no trace of anger.

Song Shuhao secretly worried in his heart; "You're angry, huh?"

But Bai Yi lowered his head like a child who had made a mistake, which made Song Shuhao stunned for a moment, what the hell is going on.

"So you hurry up...... Get lost! ”

What are you kidding, the number one master of the Bai family actually said to get out, if he could, he would have let Bai Yi get out of here, and he would have done less to harm him.

Bai Yi stood motionless with his head bowed.

With a "snap", Wang Weiwei slapped the white cloth.

Looking at the bright and eye-catching palm prints on the pale face of the white clothes, Song Shuhao was dumbfounded, couldn't he avoid this slap! Turning to look at Vera Wang, how did she do it?

Wang Weiwei's face was a little cold, or she was really a little angry, and said coldly: "I said! You do! ”

Bai Yi glanced up at Wang Weiwei, his expression was a little excited, and he lowered his head again.

Wang Weiwei pointed at Song Shuhao, "Kiss him." ”

Bai Yi glanced at Song Shuhao and shook his head.

"Hehe", Song Shuhao smiled very strangely.

Wang Weiwei sneered: "You don't want to listen to me, just like me." ”

Song Shuhao suddenly felt his face wet, and the white clothes kissed him, he felt so disgusting for the first time in his life.

"Kiss him on the mouth." Wang Weiwei gave the order.

Song Shuhao's mouth was immediately sealed in white.

"Kiss him for an hour."

Song Shuhao would rather die! The choice is not in his hands.

The man who was forcibly kissed showed a pleading look at Wang Weiwei.

Wang Weiwei said lightly: "If you harass me again in the future, I will let him kiss your whole body." ”

Wang Weiwei turned around and left after speaking.

Song Shuhao's eyes were ineffective, so he had to shout, but he could only make a whimpering sound.

……

Qi Buyang came to Song Shuhao's office to ask him for an autograph, Song Shuhao was completely unaware of Qi Buyang's arrival, and thought about it.

Qi Buyang rarely saw Song Shuhao's deep appearance, and said with a smile: "What are you thinking?" ”

Song Shuhao blurted out, "What kind of woman can control a man with a strong soul?" ”

Qi Buyang thought for a moment and responded: "A kind woman, or a gentle woman." ”

Song Shuhao said: "I mean complete obedience, control, and willingness to do anything." ”

Qi Buyang did not answer immediately.

Song Shuhao raised his hand and said, "Forget it, you won't understand the situation I said." ”

Qi Buyang handed over the operation materials and asked him to sign them, and asked, "Are you talking about yourself?" ”

Song Shuhao smiled bitterly: "It's even more outrageous than myself." ”

Qi Buyang responded: "There are always many, many things in this world that people can't understand and accept, but everything must have cause and effect, but we fail to perceive the subtleties and understand the truth." ”

The truth? Song Shuhao was thoughtful.

After the operation, Qi Buyang was a little tired, and the noisy footsteps in the corridor made him feel noisy, irritable, and a little depressed.

After changing out of the surgical gown and washing his hands, Qi Buyang walked to the rooftop of the office building.

Standing on the rooftop, looking at the sky, I feel that the world is still so open and bright, and my heart is also bright, Qi Buyang takes a deep breath, feeling satisfied and cherished.

"How can I completely let go of the baggage in my heart?"

Qi Buyang didn't notice that Zhong Jilan had appeared silently beside him.

Seeing Qi Buyang looking at her sideways, Zhong Jilan smiled, "I don't want you to find out that I'm here, when I'm alone, it's the most real time." ”

Zhong Jilan's smile was very seductive, and Qi Buyang could smell the smell of maturity, which was completely different from the cute smile in his office that night.

Qi Buyang asked, "Which side is you?" ”

"Can't I be innocent? The collection is kept, and one day it will be revealed to some people. ”

"What about you now?"

"Growth, maturity, self-preservation, and sometimes estrus."

Zhong Jilan said a few vague concepts, these watery eyes outlined the intoxicating bright moon, Qi Buyang had a wonderful impulse in his heart inexplicably, he was sure that this was normal, any man should be moved when he saw such beautiful eyes.

"Which side of me do you like?" Zhong Jilan hooked the corners of her mouth and smiled meaningfully, her eyes staring at him.

Qi Buyang didn't look over, and he didn't compete with her about the so-called ambiguity between these men and women. I1387