"He just hasn't had enough, and when he's like me, he's done enough."

If it is cold, it is neither light nor heavy, but it left a shallow pit in Qiao Weiwei's heart.

Qiao Weiwei pinched a piece of sesame candy on the table, took a bite, and did not speak.

She knew that his so-called playing had enough, but it was only temporary.

One day, when he gets tired of her, he will return to his previous appearance.

She thinks she doesn't have the kind of breathtaking charm that she can't grasp the man in front of her that all women dream of.

"Come here, by my side." He patted the position beside him and said to her, his tone still not allowing others to refuse.

Qiao Weiwei got up as she said, walked over to him and sat down.

As soon as he pulled his long arm, she leaned closer to him, close enough to hear each other's breathing clearly,

The two of them hugged each other in full view of everyone, which naturally aroused the envy and jealousy of the women on the scene.

He looked up and down at the little woman in front of him with a smile in his eyes, dressed in a snow-white ballet dress, which just set off her seductive figure to the fullest, and his tone was the bulge on his chest, which made him squirt and squirt somewhere on his lower body, and gradually reacted.

This woman is born with such an ability, even if it is just a glance, his body will naturally react to her......

"Now, okay?" He tugged at his tie, then put his fingers to her earlobe, playing with her tiny earlobe.

Her earlobes have always been bright and dark, and when he plucked them like this, she immediately took a deep breath and said, "It's much better." Forehead ......"

"We haven't done it for a few days, I miss you......" such ambiguous words came out of his mouth, but they added a little different flavor.

"Master Bo, this is a public ......"

"It's a public place downstairs, and there's a lot of private space upstairs, come with me ......" He got up with a wicked smile, and didn't allow her to refuse, so he pulled her up by the way, hugged her and went upstairs-

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Presidential Suite, No. 068, 18th floor.

In the European-style suite, the smell of fire and heat cannot be dispersed.

On the delicate milky white sofa, Qiao Weiwei, who is not wearing a silk, is confused, her hands are propped up on the sofa, her legs are naturally arched, and her face has already turned into a ripe apple.

Liang Bo, who was already well-dressed, half-knelt beside her lap, and buried his head deep in her secret flower garden.

"Hmm~~~~"

"Ah~~~~~h

The movements on his tongue were sometimes light and sometimes heavy, and she couldn't stop it.

Legs, involuntarily hooking his neck, just want more.

When she was deeply immersed in it, he let go of her, got up, released a place where he was still sleeping, and said to her, "It's your turn......" In his eyes, there was a little expectation, a little ambiguous.

She got up without hurry, half-knelt on the couch, put her arms around his waist, took it in her mouth, and carefully kissed and licked it......

"Forehead......" he snorted, directly clasped her head, and sent the stupid part into her throat, one deep and one shallow......

After a long time, he let go of her, and the turbid white liquid sprayed on her soft plumpness.

He crouched down, looked at her reddened face, and backhanded a few tissues on the delicate crystal coffee table behind him to wipe her clean.

In the next second, he picked her up, strode to the big bed behind the sofa, and said, "The front play is over, and it's time to go straight to the topic......

Her hands were weakly hooked around his neck, and her whole body almost turned into a puddle of water.

The beige bed was so soft that the two of them fell into it together, and the big bed naturally sank into a large lump.

He half-knelt beside her, quickly stripped off all the clothes on his body, pressed up, and once again held his head high and squeezed into her already wet secret garden.

"Hmmm......"

"Ah~~......"

Pink nails dug deep into his back, leaving striking scratches on his smooth skin......

As Yu was born and died, a warm current spread through her body......

He left her, rolled over, panting-

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Downstairs, the music is still flying.

Sun Xiaoran, who had been polite with many bigwigs in the entertainment industry, slowly walked to the sofa where he had just sat down and sat down, and couldn't help touching the place where his elbow had just been supported.

Sitting here, she seemed to be able to smell his scent, the faint smell of tobacco mixed with the extremely light smell of mint perfume.

She involuntarily took out her mobile phone, logged on to Sina Weibo, and posted a selfie of herself with a line of text: "One second emotional"

Xiao Ran ...... What are you doing sitting here alone? Ou Xiangbei sat beside Sun Xiaoran with a grin, put his arm on her shoulder, and smiled.

He had a strong smell of alcohol on his body and a little drunkenness in his eyes.

"It's nothing, it's just a little tired, what's the matter, have you dealt with the group of girls around you?" Sun Xiaoran removed the hand he had placed on his shoulder and said.

"It's just fun, anyway." His groggy head leaned on Sun Xiaoran's shoulder and said.

"By the way, is that Weiwei Bo Ye's official girlfriend, or is it ...... Just like the outside world rumored, just a lover? ”

"What, you're interested in Liangbo?" Ou Xiangbei asked.

Inadvertently, his gaze was fixed on the entrance to the hall.

At this moment, Zhou Chuyu was holding Su Qingcheng's footsteps and walking towards the hall.

Today's Su Qingcheng looks handsome and stable in a dark blue suit, with a gray shirt and dark blue tie.

Standing with Zhou Chuyu like this, he seems to be very right, and even his aura is surprisingly compatible.

It's the kid who looks very bad again, Ou Xiangbei, muttered in his heart, then staggered to his feet, threw down Sun Xiaoran, and strode towards Su Qingcheng, blocking Zhou Chuyu and Su Qingcheng's footsteps.

"Su ...... Mr. Su ...... then, he pulled Zhou Chuyu to his side, grabbed Zhou Chuyu's shoulder, looked at Su Qingcheng with drunken eyes, and lightly tapped Su Qingcheng's shoulder with his fingers.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Zhou Chuyu muttered to YU and pushed him away, but he hugged her tighter, still with a ruffian smile on his face.

"Mr. Ou, you're welcome, just call me Qingcheng......" Su Qingcheng stretched out his hand to Ou Xiangbei in a friendly manner, and his brows tightened when his eyes fell on Ou Xiangbei's hand on Zhou Chuyu's shoulder.

"Su ...... Mr. Su, do you like Chu Yu? Ou went north to the point, but he kept stumbling under his feet.