Chapter 415

Drunk people say they are not drunk

Zhu Zhu didn't trust her at first. Just when she wanted to follow in, the phone rang. She couldn't make it up. So she decided to give up. "I'll go first. Don't take a shower. I'm afraid you will drown in it."

"You know, you're like an old mother..."

As soon as the door closed, the smile on Chi Huan's face disappeared.

After resting on the door for more than ten seconds, she stood up straight again and looked back at her room tonight.

The space is huge, the style is cold and expensive, and there is low-key luxury everywhere.

Rao's style of losing her family in the past two years has brightened her eyes.

When did Tang Yueze be so generous? This must be the most expensive and most expensive suite in Lancheng He even gave up.

She threw the bag in her hand and walked towards the huge floor to floor window. She nearly fell down several times. At last, she took off her high heels and walked barefoot.

She lay with her hands on the French windows, and through the thick glass, could overlook the lights of the whole city.

Only then did she find that it seemed to be the highest place in Lancheng.

But Chi Huan is not in the mood to enjoy the beautiful scenery at the moment.

Today is the film festival. She just won the movie queen's crown. In the evening, a group of people celebrated for her. She drank a little, but she was not drunk. She just looked drunk.

Everyone thought that after she took the movie, she was out of control with joy, and everyone drank a toast.

In fact, women don't like drinking when they are happy, and only when they are sad can they drink.

And the more you drink, the more awake you are.

She raised her face and looked vaguely at herself on the glass.

Many years of long cherished wish have been tasted, is that so?

All these years, she played scheming, playing means, circling, striving, and finally killed a new way.

After the film, this laurel is like the peak she wants to climb. She has been fighting for it, filming, killing blood boiling, as if everyone knows, this is the ultimate goal she wants to get most.

But nobody knows. It's the last thing she wants.

To fulfill one's long cherished wish

What else makes her work hard and focused.

She looked at herself reflected on the glass, like a stranger.

Suddenly, I don't know when a man's figure appeared on one side, reflecting quietly from afar, like looking at her.

This is

Her pupils tightened, her fingers curled up, and she stroked the faint outline.

Drink too much, can also appear hallucination.

I miss him so much

Mo is modest.

It's everywhere. As long as she has a little spare time, as long as she's a little off guard, he will appear in her mind.

Her Mo Shi Qian Others' ink is modest.

Behind suddenly sounded the man's footsteps, in this quiet space especially clear, Chi Huan whole person a stiff, suddenly turned around. She is like a jade, standing less than two meters away from her.

The face of a handsome man, clear facial features and her mind that face perfectly coincide.

His lower body is black trousers, straight and slender. His body is a pure white shirt. The buttons of the shirt are not fully buttoned, revealing the collarbone. It's clearly sexy, but inexplicably abstinent.

With a thin smile on his lips, he looked at her dazed face, and his magnetic voice whispered, "happy."

This simple two words, people can not distinguish is spoiled or cool thin.

Or, temptation, a kind of deliberate temptation to watch the prey enter the net and look on coldly.

Chi Huan listened to his voice, and all the alcohol seemed to pour into her mind in a flash tonight, making her drunk and unable to distinguish anything.

Stumbling, she walked towards him like this.

Before the man came to him, he almost fell down.

A strong arm firmly held her waist, which belonged to the breath of men's cool and cold breath, and accompanied by the man's chuckle, "how could you be so careless?"

It's a dream, or an illusion.

How could moshiqian be here? He has disappeared, and has disappeared completely in her world for a long time.

Even the name, she did not hear for a long time.

But how could Chi Huan care about these things? She couldn't remember them for a long time. She went straight into his arms, put her hands around his thin waist, murmured, "you are back..."

She stood on tiptoe, looked up at him, like joy or grievance, "are you really back? I'm dreaming. "

The man lowered his head, his beautiful face was covered with a thin smile, one hand held her head, the other hand pierced her hair, like a gentle tone of voice, "yes, I'm back,"

deep eyes calmly looked at her, thin lips pasted her ears, one by one, "I'm back Was it a surprise? "Chi Huan encircles his neck with both hands, crying and laughing, "I miss you so much..."

The man's fingers raised her chin, the curve on her lips deepened, and her breath fell on her ear bones. "How do you think?"

She looked at the beautiful face in front of her eyes, blushing with a serious expression, "every day."

Mo Shiqian thought of listening to other people's comments on her tonight.

It's really gorgeous.

And it's More and more seduce men.

He bowed his head, and his thin lips were close to her ears. He breathed softly. He said in a sexy voice with a smile, "then you can prove that you think of me every day."

To prove How is she going to prove it?

Chi Huan looks at him in confusion, his eyebrows and eyes, his nose, and finally, his eyes fall on his lips.

Then, the red lip wanted to kiss up.

Once kissed, it can no longer be separated.

Kissing and kissing, Chi Huan is hugged horizontally by the man, turns around and walks to the huge double bed.

Even in the process, they did not stop kissing until they both fell down on the bed.

The red skirt was ripped by the man in vain, with her hands in the air, and then slowly fell on the carpet, but no one saw it again.

Chi Huan's arm is always around his neck, allowing all his senses and nerves to completely indulge in the skillful kissing, allowing the man's hand to peel off all her clothes.

Women's expensive and beautiful skirts, men's trousers and shirts are all scattered on the carpet and mixed together.

Looking at the past from a distance, we can imagine how fierce things have happened.

Mo Shiqian raises one of her slender legs and tentatively touches it with her fingers.

The fingertips are covered with sticky, warm moisture.

His commanding, dark eyes of deep ink calmly looked at the face of the woman who had been confused.

Wet

The thin lips of men hook out the cold radian, and the temperature in the eyes also keeps falling, condensing out the cold frost.

Oh, is it cured?