The weird shaking was actually not much.

Jiang Yanxing immediately found out.

He looked down at Song Qitang in his arms, the corners of his eyes suddenly rose with pleasure, and his black eyes sparkled with a smile.

Facing the man's clear gaze, Song Qitang's face did not change color and turned his head sideways, but his delicate body shook again!

She blushed and prayed that the rash would stop itching, but somehow the itching was completely uncontrollable, making her want to scratch it so badly that she instinctively rubbed against the wall.

There was an uneven sound above her head, and she froze for a moment, glaring at Jiang Yanxing who mocked her.

“…… The three heirs of the Jiang family, the eldest was forced to take refuge abroad by Jiang Yanxing, the second lady, in the future, Jiang Yanxing will be a person who will take a leap in the future, I don't dare to offend him hastily! ”

Li Guodong's low voice was clearer, as if walking towards their hiding place.

Song Qitang held his breath, but Jiang Yanxing approached calmly, a long figure shrouded her, snorting and rubbing the clothes ambiguously, like a pair of cheating men and women.

"Who gave you the audacity to stare at me? Do you still want eyes? ”

He hooked his lips, his chin against Song Qitang's ear, and the clean breath slowly poured into her breathing, deliberately teasing her, making every second as tormenting as a hundred centuries.

The worst thing is that the touching of each other's bodies intensifies the itching, and the shaking becomes more and more frequent.

Song Qitang felt like he was about to suffocate.

subconsciously grabbed the clothes on Jiang Yanxing's chest, and his waist couldn't bear to send it forward.

As soon as the soft abdomen inadvertently rubbed the hard belt buckle, Jiang Yanxing suddenly grabbed her crotch bone and pulled it back.

Song Qitang's weak butterfly bones seemed to make a crisp sound, she raised her eyelashes tremblingly, and fell into Jiang Yanxing's deep-sea eyes, and the haze that rolled and swept inside was so thick that it could swallow her.

The sound of footsteps outside faded away.

"Mr. Jiang thinks I am deliberately trying to tease you?"

Song Qitang did not hesitate to push Jiang Yanxing away, his heart seemed to be gnawed by a wasp, and his face bloomed with a smile, "I'm not so shameless, I went to my enemy's bed three times and twice." ”

"I'm not so hungry and thirsty, and I can't eat anything that I can't swallow and I can't eat it once."

Jiang Yanxing stood quietly at the corner, and the ghostly shadow at the end of the corridor sank into the collar and twisted over the slightly rolling Adam's apple.

He tilted his head and looked at Song Qitang with an appreciative look, with a cold look in his eyes, and his voice was like cold water.

"If you really want to sell, lose a little weight, and touch a handful of bones, the customers will be dissatisfied."

"Jiang Yanxing, you bastard!"

The poignant female voice echoed in the quiet aisle, and a high-heeled shoe wrapped in a murderous aura suddenly smashed into his head.

Jiang Yanxing stepped back unhurriedly, his high heels were lonely and fell to the ground.

"You don't have to worry about it." Song Qitang glared at the dashing man, his stomach seemed to be burned into thousands of holes by sulfuric acid, "Even if I really want to sell it, I won't sell it to you like a well-dressed beast." ”

"Really?" Jiang Yanxing's lips floated a slight arc, "Then I wish the eldest lady a prosperous business." ”

Song Qitang's nasal cavity was blocked, his pulse was so angry that his pulse accelerated, and when he saw Jiang Yanxing turn around, he immediately leaned against the wall to take off his other high heel.

"I'm a beast ......"

Jiang Yanxing stopped abruptly, chewed Song Qitang's words for a while, looked at her with an unserious expression, and laughed, "That night, wasn't it me who accompanied you through the clouds and rain?" ”

"Could it be that the eldest lady likes to sell to people who are inferior to beasts?" He pretended to shake his head, "I did overestimate the eldest lady's vision and taste. ”

The wind whistled, and a high heel hit him on the shoulder.

Song Qitang clenched his fists, the flames burning in his chest burned his reason, and his eyes flashed with messy crumbling, "If I had a good vision, I wouldn't have chosen to find an ungrateful Zhongshan wolf in the first place!" ”

Jiang Yanxing dodged and dodged, dusted his shoulders disapprovingly, and didn't answer again, glanced at her coldly, and left with a calm step.

The man's indifferent silhouette gradually withdrew from his field of vision, Song Qitang staggered, and suddenly raised his hand to cover his face.

The solemn night pressed overhead, and the weak whimpering was blown away by the cold wind.

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Walking along the long corridor, the hustle and bustle of drunken dreams and deaths is close at hand.

Jiang Yanxing didn't look back, stopping at the junction of light and dark, "It's considered to have eyesight." ”

"Mr. Jiang." Sister Jiao, who was hiding in the corner, was full of embarrassment, "I didn't mean to eavesdrop, and I don't know ......"

Song Qitang's true identity was told to her by others, and it is estimated that even Sui Ning was in the dark.

hurriedly looked for it, who expected to accidentally hear a bloody drama.

Z country jewelry look at Star City.

Jiang Yanxing, as one of the successors of Qiyue, Sister Jiao asked herself if she couldn't afford to offend, and she was ready to do not want Song Qitang.

"Yellow face and thin muscles, sharp teeth and sharp mouth, arrogant and arrogant, where is it like a person who serves the gold master?"

The man's cold tone was like a mist, "It's better to find someone to serve her." ”

Sister Jiao's heart moved, and when she raised her eyes again, Jiang Yanxing had already gone away.

In January, the temperature in Bencheng is low, and snow and ice are often visited.

Jiang Yanxing walked out of the gate of the Golden Four Seasons, and the cool frost eroded the skin.

The bodyguard saw that Jiang Yanxing was not wearing a tweed coat, and hurriedly approached to open an umbrella.

He raised his hand in refusal, stared at the reflective snow for a moment, and slowly figured out the lighter and cigarette case.

When you lower your eyes, the folds on your chest come into view, and the distant breeze blows by your side, bringing a faint female fragrance.

Jiang Yanxing's thoughts were racing, and he didn't feel the action of lighting a cigarette, and his face was not rippling to sort out those folds.

"Mr. Jiang," the bodyguard answered the phone and suddenly ran closer, "There's something wrong with our batch of diamonds!" ”