Chapter 101

It must be late. I got worried and patted the door hard: "hourly beauty, are you there? Hello, anyone?"

Cheng shiye said that as a new show, it is most forbidden to be late and stand up. Its popularity in the circle will be greatly reduced. People with bad intentions from the outside will also take the opportunity to give hats and say they play big cards, which is also the most lethal reason for a new artist.

In order to prevent being labeled as a big name, Cheng shiye's plans are arranged exactly every time. He would rather take less work than try to ensure the four no policies of no absence, no lateness, no delay and no delay.

Tonight is a film festival of public concern. Obviously, she has promised to attend, but she is late or hasn't arrived. Cheng shiye has to tear her up!

Cheng shiye tore her second. The most important thing was to offend the fans and organizers. She would really be miserable to death!

"Open the door! Anyone? Open the door for me!"

Qingyao guessed that the hourly worker had finished his work in the villa and left. Now the villa was empty, the door didn't know how to lock, there was no mobile phone, and there was no way to ask for help from the outside world.

We can only wait patiently. It will be easy when the designer comes back.

As she tried to comfort herself, she began to look for other ways to get out of the bedroom.

The windows are sealed, and a skylight in the bathroom seems to open.

She quickly moved the sofa stool from the bedroom and stood on it to open the skylight.

After a lot of effort, she finally opened the skylight. She jumped on the wall and almost vomited blood. It was actually a three-story anti-theft skylight. If there was no remote control, it was a dream to open the upper two floors.

In the time of tossing up and down, it was dark outside the French window.

Qingyuan pestle in the middle of the bedroom, looking at the dark sky, as if he heard the roar of anger from all walks of life outside.

Suddenly, Lu Shaoqiu's cold eyes flashed in his mind.

She shrank with cold all over her body, and the feeling gradually became clearer and clearer.

Looking straight at the dark air outside the landing window, Qingyao's face became solemn and terrible.

She suddenly turned around, ran into the bathroom again, took out the sofa stool, and smashed it against the floor glass window.

There was a loud bang.

The hour worker who had been standing trembling outside the bedroom door was frightened. She suddenly looked up at the closed bedroom door, trembling with the key in her hand, but dared not open the door.

Until the deafening sound of giant objects hitting the ground again.

She couldn't calm down for a moment. She took out her mobile phone, dialed Lu Shaoqiu's number and reported tremblingly: "Mr. Lu... Can you open the door? Miss Qingyao, she... She seems to be smashing things..."

At the opening time of the film festival, Lu Shaoqiu had driven back.

At the moment, it stopped outside the garden door of the villa, and there were fireworks flashing in the open window.

In front of the French window of the master bedroom on the second floor, the slender woman in black shirt and white trousers raised the square stool again and again and mercilessly smashed the French window glass of his house.

Thickened tempered wire glass, not easy to break.

Lu Shaoqiu squinted and opened his thin lips to his mobile phone: "you can go back."

The hourly worker looked at the bedroom in panic and quickly replied, "OK, Mr. Lu, I'll put the key in the original position and I'll go first."

"Yes." Lu Shaoqiu hung up his cell phone.

Start the car and drive to the other side of the driveway to the garage.

There are obvious cracks on the French windows, but they are not broken.

Qingyao's arms and wrists are numb. He still doesn't give up and repeats the same action.

She smashed against the same position.

The sound of a small piece of glass breaking and the sound of the bedroom door being opened sounded at the same time.

Qingyao turned his head and saw the tall and straight man standing at the door, his shirt dazzling white.

He held a cigarette between his slender fingers, and his index finger flicked away a piece of soot. When Mars was out, he raised his eyes and glanced at her. His thin and handsome face flashed colorful lights. His deep eyes locked her tightly. In a low male voice, he said carelessly, "the opening time has passed, and you have lost your admission qualification."

Qingyao was shocked. The world around her was surprisingly quiet at this moment. She didn't respond immediately. She seemed stunned and aftertaste.

And he waited with a smile. That smile can be called gentle. He is a 100% perfect gentleman.

"You did it on purpose?" Qingyao gasped, and there was no superfluous emotion on his beautiful face.

He came over, his left hand without a cigarette gently held up her small face, stroked her black hair with his thumb, touched her skin with his fingertips, scraped a red mark and cut the Enron. His voice was so close that it seemed to bite close to his ear.

He said, "don't let me see the picture of you meeting a man alone. I don't like it. I can't let you go to other people's trouble again and again. You should also learn."

Qingyao suddenly fell into a trance and understood why many actors in the company were talking about her use of doubles and dislocation.

It turned out that these privileges were also his autocracy.

Having known this man for so long, Qingyao had a deep chill for the first time.

The price that annoys him this time is a film festival. What about next time?

Thinking, he held up his finger: "bleeding?"

He threw out his cigarette, pulled her to the light gray couch in the middle of the sofa group opposite the bed and sat down. Then he took the medicine box and swabbed her blood.

She felt his fingers, one by one, slender bones, relaxed and powerful.

Suddenly, an exciting spirit came up with a terrible idea.

If you are strangled by these hands, you will be strangled, won't you?

She looked up at the man in front of her and outlined the perfect line of his side face from forehead to chin.

Clearly so familiar, but very strange.

Qu Ke said he was very complicated. Qingyao thought his words were right. He was also terrible. The people he missed were not happy, but more likely to be hell.

He used his fingers hard and his voice was gentle: "what are you thinking?"

Qingyao suddenly provoked a charming smile: "thinking about how I can make you believe that I have never wanted to marry you."

There was a storm gathering at the bottom of Lu Shaoqiu's eyes, and then it slowly disappeared. The tone was still gentle: "you have fallen in, unless I don't want you."

Qing Yao tilted his head: "when will you not want me?"

Lu Shaoqiu raised her hand and stroked her smooth face. Her smile became evil: "at least, I have to sleep first."

"Sleep your sister!" Qingyao's face was grim. He suddenly opened his mouth and bit his fingers, but he easily avoided it.

She threw her whole body on him, even throwing and biting.

Like a child who has lost his beloved toy, he is angry and has nowhere to put it. He has to find it!

Lu Shaoqiu's tall body easily imprisoned her thin body. Her eyes as deep as an old alley stared at her: "from the beginning, you shouldn't provoke me!"

Qingyao glared at him, and his chest fluctuated up and down due to vigorous exercise.

For a long time, she let out a low cry like a small beast and pushed him hard.

She is unwilling!

Lu Shaoqiu elbowed hard, and Qingyao was pushed back to the back of the sofa: "I don't force people, but don't force me! If you want to continue to be a star, I will continue to hold you, but give me a clear mind and don't pretend to be true in the circle!"

"Who's pretending to be real? You're pretending to be real! Your whole family pretends to be real!" Qingyao was wronged, but he couldn't speak to him, and his eyes were red and yelled.

Lu Shaoqiu's ink eyes were like ice: "yes, I really did it. From today on, I'll mark you with my mark so that you can remember your identity!"

Qingyao can't react.

He had hugged her whole, lowered his head and bit her neck.

Through the thin and snowy skin, you can feel the blood flowing in the blood vessels and the gently trembling pulse. This body with youth fragrance is like a catalyst, which makes him excited and react to his lower body.

Qing Yao was stunned at first, and then resisted more fiercely.

She grabbed his hand, stuck her fingers in his flesh and fought hard.

He was more excited, sucking at her collarbone and pulling down the collar of her black shirt.

His voice was hoarse: "it smells good!"

Qing Yao screamed in horror: "you let go of me!"

"What's the matter? You obviously want me but don't touch you, or you see that your popularity is rising. The boy surnamed song can be attracted by you, so you want to keep it for sale? It's warm and merciful everywhere. If I didn't hit you two, would the boy's hand be almost in your clothes? Why didn't you see such a big fight at that time? Huh?"

"You fart... Asshole!" Qingyao was so angry that he wanted to cry.

His big hand grabbed her neck in an instant, and her voice could not sob clearly. He tore the clothes on her upper body, acted like a beast, held her body high, stopped slightly, and then kissed her hard without hesitation, branding purple and red marks on her smooth back.

"Don't touch me!" she clenched her teeth and squeezed out three words.

He was in high spirits, breathing heavily and kissing and stroking fiercely.

Suddenly, she leaned back to him. He thought she had succumbed, but the joy didn't dye her eyebrows. All she heard was a deep sound. She resolutely took her head and hit his head.

He was surprised, stopped and quickly pressed her with his hand.

Her hairstyle today, combined with a professional suit, is the type of a beautiful teenager. Her messy broken hair, domineering, publicity and incorrigible, indifferent eyes are still beautiful and godless.

At the moment, there is a hidden light, like a trapped struggling beast, refusing anyone to approach and resisting all constraints.

"Are you crazy?!" Lu Shaoqiu couldn't believe it. She dared to stop him by hurting herself!

Qingyao's eyes were firm: "I'm not crazy, I just tell you, I'm not your who!"

Lu Shaoqiu stared at her fiercely. For a minute, his lips aroused a fierce smile: "well, you'd better cheer me up! I said, I never force people!"

He suddenly got up and fell on the sofa.

Then there was the sound of slamming the door one after another.

Outside the open door, the ringing of her cell phone never stopped.