Volcanic passion, full of extreme seduction and enchantment.

The flames in the body, released.

Song Yuyi lovingly kissed the white and tender skin that made him obsessed.

Broken red kiss marks covered Ye Qinqin's collarbone.

Dense.

His love was too long-lasting.

"Brother Yi, I'm so tired and want to sleep." Ye Qinqin nestled in Song Yuyi's arms.

"Okay." Song Yuyi's voice was deep and elegant.

The slender fingers gently rubbed Ye Qinqin's delicate and soft body.

Yingying's slender waist is wonderful.

Cast a spell on.

I can't wait to blend each other together.

——

Dongyang School, Principal's Office.

"Got it." Nangong Ling's tone was respectful.

He put down the phone and looked at the teachers in charge of the Morning Light Festival.

"The ceremony of the morning light festival has been postponed to the afternoon." Nangong Ling said slowly.

The teachers looked at each other in amazement.

One teacher was puzzled, "Headmaster, why delay, everything is ready." ”

He is responsible for contacting a well-known consortium in Dongyang City.

Gu's Enterprise, An's Enterprise, Ye's Enterprise, Jiang's Enterprise, etc. all came to Dongyang School.

"Headmaster, the morning light festival ceremony has always been held in the morning, why should it be changed to the afternoon." Another teacher had a headache.

He was responsible for contacting several prominent dignitaries in Dongyang City and went to Dongyang School.

Nangong Ling's eyes were cold.

The tone was tough, "When it will be held, I will notify, and there is no need to say anything else." ”

He received a call from the young master of Nangong.

The young master of Nangong asked him to hold the Morning Light Festival ceremony in the afternoon, and he held it in the afternoon.

——

The Morning Light Festival ceremony is held in the afternoon!

The news spread like a whirlwind throughout Dongyang School.

Gu Xinyan, who has a handsome face, elegant Sven, delicate eyebrows and eyes, and a personable demeanor, although he is young, represents the largest Gu enterprise in Dongyang City.

The person from Ye's enterprise is Yuan Qiuqiu, the wife of Ye Longhai.

The people from An's enterprise are Chairman An and his wife.

The people from Jiang's enterprise are Chairman Jiang and his adopted daughter Jiang Yingying......

The dignitaries of various important positions in Dongyang City, including the mayor and deputy mayor of Dongyang City......

All of them are arranged in the conference room where Dongyang School usually holds meetings.

Waiting for the ceremony to take place in the afternoon at the Morning Light Festival.

Gu Xinyan stood in front of the glass window, condescending, looking downstairs.

The lush trees are covered with colorful ribbons.

In the sky, balloons of various colors fluttered, some clustered into bright bouquet shapes, some braided into the shape of Chihuahuas......

The red, blue and yellow balloons are marked with the words "Morning Light Festival".

Gu Xinyan's eyes were stunned, he picked up his mobile phone and swiped unconsciously.

Until, on the other end of the phone, a deep and cold voice came.

"Who?"

Gu Xinyan came back to his senses, bowed his head, and was stunned.

He made Ye Qinqin's phone.

The heart suddenly cramped.

He should hang up.

But the words do not pass through the mind, and rush out of the mouth.

"I'm looking for Ye Qinqin."

"She's sleeping." In the mobile phone, in the quiet and indifferent voice, there is a strong emotion, desire and spoiling.

When the words fell, there was a busy sound on the phone.

The phone hangs up.

Gu Xinyan's heart was numb, and his chest was empty and painful.

He remembered when Ye Qinqin was tired before.

I would always rest my chin on his shoulder and sleep quietly.

At that time, he always liked to pinch Ye Qinqin's white and delicate cheeks with his fingers.

"Xinyan, you're here."

A voice of surprise, a coquettish voice that can drip water.

In a trance, Gu Xinyan turned around happily.

A graceful figure swooped into his arms like a bird.

"Shan." Gu Xinyan's eyes were lost.

He thought it was Ye Qinqin.