Although she was a little drunk, she knew in her heart that all this was just an illusion of pretending.

He is neither a rich man, nor is the car his.

She stood in the aisle and waited for Lin Xiaomo to answer the phone.

When it was almost broken, Lin Xiaomo picked it up, and his voice was low with a touch of demagogy: "Hey." ”

Han Xiou leaned against the wall, dizzy and dizzy, his slender arms caressed his neck, and his voice was low and intoxicating: "Come and pick me up......"

Lin Xiaomo was silent for a few seconds and then asked in a low voice, "Have you drunk?" ”

"Why don't you come?" Han Xiou's tone carried a hint of coquettishness.

"Come on."

Just such a word immediately warmed the girl's heart, and Han Xiou laughed coquettishly. If Lin Xiaomo was in front of her, she would definitely be fascinated by the little daughter's posture on her face.

"Where?"

"XX Road Cash Drawer."

"I'll call you when it's time."

"Okay." Han Xiou replied delicately.

She hung up the phone, leaned against the wall and looked at the ceiling, letting out a long breath. In my heart, there is an indescribable feeling, which is being delivered layer by layer like a flower.

The most beautiful moment of the relationship between the sexes is the initial ambiguity.

You can be coquettish without fear that the other person will reject you.

Ambiguous...... Hehe!

Han Xiou smiled coquettishly, she glanced at the closed private room door, and suddenly felt bored. Why should she prove to them that she has some rich boyfriend.

Who she befriends is her business, why should she prove it to others?

Han Xiou propped up the wall with his hands, slowly stood on his own, twisted his bag, and swayed towards the elevator step by step.

The night breeze was cool on his face, and Han Xiou leaned on the electric pole on the side of the road, waiting for Lin Xiaomo.

Many of the men who passed by gave her strange and inquiring glances, as if she were a woman in some particular trade.

Han Xiou was in no mood to pay attention to the misunderstanding of others, she was so weak that she had no strength, she wanted to become more and more intoxicated, looking at the neon lights around her, they were all a little illusory.

In order to cheer himself up, Han Xiou took out a cigarette from his bag and lit it. She doesn't smoke often, but only occasionally smokes one or two when she has to rush the manuscript to make herself feel a little more refreshed.

She gently exhaled a puff of smoke, her cheeks were slightly red, and there was a hint of charm in her half-squinted eyes.

When Lin Xiaomo parked, he saw Han Xiou's appearance.

He doesn't like women who smoke, but it's strange that when he saw Han Xiou smoking, he didn't think she was smoking, but on the contrary, he felt pleasing to the eye.

Could it be that smoking is also based on appearance?

Hearing the sound of brakes in her ears, Han Xiou slowly turned her head, and the big wavy curls were soft on half of her face, full of charm.

She looked at Lin Xiaomo, who got out of the car, and evoked a lazy smile.

"Hey!" The woman who smiled with half-squinted eyes was the most moving.

Lin Xiaomo had a silent expression, slowly walked to her side, and gently pulled the cigarette off her fingers. There was a garbage can not far away, and he walked over and extinguished it.

He's really a man with a sense of public morality.

Han Xiou smiled coquettishly, and when Lin Xiaomo came over again, she suddenly hooked his neck, and her white arms were as soft as a snake.

"You're so obedient."

Lin Xiaomo smiled faintly, then hooked her waist and helped her into the car.

Han Xiou turned sideways, facing Lin Xiaomo, and kept smiling at him as he drove.

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