Xie Zhao's room was arranged on the top floor, which was quiet, and only two rooms were occupied, her and the one opposite her.

Xie Zhao was making the bed, and the little assistant broke in in a hurry, "Sister Zhao, Sister Zhao, do you know who lives opposite?" ”

Xie Zhao asked casually, "Who?" ”

"Jiang Huaiyu." The assistant jumped up excitedly.

Xie Zhao lifted his eyelids and blinked twice at the assistant, the excitement in his heart was about to be suppressed, and the corners of his lips unconsciously curved.

She was worried about how to get close to him, whether it would be considered heaven to help her.

Xie Zhao asked the assistant to prepare the limited edition of Valention and save it for the evening.

The location of the crew hotel is good, just enough to enjoy the night view of Jincheng.

Xie Zhao pinched a glass of red wine, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his slightly rippling gaze fell on the night, and the flowing light and shadow floated on the water, mottled, just like broken stars, mixed with the nearby bright light tiles, intertwined and difficult to distinguish.

The scenery is infinitely good tonight, and it is advisable to indulge.

Xie Zhao withdrew his gaze, put down the red wine glass, picked up the neatly folded clothes, and knocked on the door.

After a while, the door opened.

She looked up, her eyes trembling.

The light at the entrance is dim, and the silhouette of the man reflects a dark shadow, which makes the already deep facial features more three-dimensional.

The man's bones are cold, and under the deep eyebrow bones, there is a pair of tired and lazy eyes, shaped like peach blossoms, mixed with affection, and will fall into it inadvertently, with a high nose bridge, and shallow lips lightly hooked, with a little ruffian.

It's true that people can't take their eyes off it at a glance, otherwise she wouldn't have recognized the wrong person that day.

Xie Zhao pinched his clothes, and his cold voice contained a little lingering meaning, "Mr. Jiang, I'll return the things." ”

Jiang Huaiyu leaned in front of the door, his eyes wandered around Xie Zhao, and he lifted his eyelids lazily, as if he remembered who the woman in front of him was.

The man's deep voice, with a grainy feeling, sounded a playful ridicule: "Don't call Brother Yizhou anymore?" ”

The absurdity of that night was suddenly mentioned, Xie Zhaomeng's face turned red, and he avoided his gaze in shame.

She knew he did it on purpose.

Xie Zhao suddenly lost his aura, and if he was ready, he was all pressed into his throat for a while.

Jiang Huaiyu didn't give her a chance to perform, and directly took her clothes away and was about to close the door.

He is not a member of the crew, he will not live here forever, and he may not be able to meet in the future.

Of course, Xie Zhao couldn't let go of the opportunity she had in her hand, she stepped forward and squeezed between Jiang Huaiyu and the door.

Jiang Huaiyu is very tall, Xie Zhao is one meter six or eight tall, and the top of his head can barely reach his chin.

She was like a trapped beast, trapped by men.

Xie Zhao raised her eyes slightly, the tails of her eyes were inadvertently raised, stained with a bit of flattery, and her voice was timid, "Brother Huaiyu, don't be angry, there is no next time." ”

She said, her fingertips circling the man's chest.

Jiang Huaiyu's eyes are well understood, the beauty is wearing thin pajamas, if she doesn't pay attention to it, she will walk away, revealing porcelain white and delicate skin, as long as she goes a little forward, she can lean into his arms, the woman's eyes are a little red, her timid gaze hooks his soul, and her chest is itchy.

In a trance, it seemed that I saw her messy and gasping again that night.

It's a bit overwhelming.

Jiang Huaiyu bent his head, his thin lips pressed against the top of Xie Zhao's head, and his voice was hoarse, swinging and wavering: "What, you want me to be responsible?" ”