Chapter 362

Gu Weiwei's little face is becoming crimson, and her bright eyes are blurred by emotion.

The gentle kissing of men and the tenderness of skin make her indulge in such intimacy.

“…… Sizzling "

until the familiar pain made her breathe a little.

Although it is not the first time to do it, his size is still difficult to accept even if he has done enough foreplay.

Fu Hanzheng was perspiring, breathing disorderly and lightly against her forehead, staring at her eyes, patiently appeasing and coaxing.

The initial difficulties passed, and the silent bedroom began to ring with the deep gasping and delicate exhortation of the man.

Because of Fu Hanzheng's stay, Gu Weiwei inevitably gets up late in the morning.

Jolin's early morning flight arrived at the hotel. After three hours of squinting, he arrived at the lobby of the hotel and waited for his entertainer to come down.

As a result, after waiting for nearly an hour, no one has come down.

Assistant Xu looks at Qiao Lin's swollen eyes strangely, "brother Qiao Lin, your eyes What's the matter? "

"Allergy." Jolin held up her sunglasses and blocked her eyes.

"Why hasn't Wei come down? He's not late at ordinary times. Shall we go up and have a look? Is he ill or something?"

Assistant Xu looked at the time and muttered worriedly.

"No, she will come down by herself." Jolin snorted with a straight face.

If the big boss is still there, he doesn't want to eat dog food.

As soon as they finished speaking, the crew called and urged them to go to make up.

Jolin looked impatiently at the direction of the elevator. Fu Shiyi said that she came to the party last night. Did the big boss really send people here?

After two calls from the crew, he had to make a phone call to his entertainer.

As a result, when the phone is connected, it's not muwei's voice.

It's a deep, magnetic male voice.

"Wait a moment, she has fifteen minutes left."

Jolin: "..."

I don't want to eat dog food. I got such a stab on the phone.

The big boss is still there. I can imagine that he was with his family artists last night. As for why he got up late, I don't need to know why.

He was about to hang up when he heard the voice of his artist faintly coming from the other end of the phone.

"Fu Hanzheng, where did you throw my script?"

The voice is not like the gentle light in front of them, with the soft waxy of the daughter's house.

Jolin hung up the phone with tears streaming down her face. The broker's job really can't go on.

Upstairs suite, Fu Hanzheng hung up the phone, from the sofa pillow for her to find the script handed over.

Gu Weiwei took her mobile phone and script and stuffed them into her bag. She hurried to open the door to go downstairs.

"Tiny!" Fu Hanzheng called and reminded, "you forgot to kiss me good morning."

Gu Weiwei clenched her teeth and glared at her. "You've made me late for an hour!"

With that, he rushed out of the door and ran to the elevator. He hurried downstairs to join his agent, Jolin and assistant.

When the three met without saying a word, they got on the bus and rushed to the film studio.

Gu Weiwei gets in the car and looks at Jolin carefully.

"That You didn't get hurt last night. "

"No trauma, serious internal injury." Jolin snorted in sunglasses.

It's not easy to calm down. Just after a phone call, he stabbed him again, and his God let the little girl go.

Gu Weiwei felt her nose, knowing that he was referring to her relationship with Fu Hanzheng, comforted him.

"It's better for me to keep the fat water out of the fields than to keep the cheap ones out of the fields, isn't it?"