Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

Only two lights were on in front of the bed in the room. Jiuli was reading a financial magazine in her hands. Her long hair was wrapped in a cartoon fox-shaped wig. She was wearing a long black silk pajamas. The black and white colors formed a sharp contrast, and her lips were as red as blood.

"Where is the hair dryer?" I walked beside her with my head down, a dark light flashed across my eyes. My sister is so beautiful.

"In the closet. Go to sleep right away. Your flight is at 7 o'clock," he pointed. "There's a socket next to the bed. Just put it there."

"Oh," he knelt beside the bed, raised his hand to take off his wig, and carefully used a hair dryer to dry every strand of hair, "Don't move."

"No, I don't blow-dry my hair," she sat up straight and let the person behind her carefully stroke her long hair.

After blowing dry, he took off the rubber band from his hands and tied them up. At the same time, he blow dried his own hair and put it aside.

"My dear, I can't sleep," he buried his cheek in his waist.

"The light is too bright?" He closed the magazine and dimmed a light.

"Yeah," he still wanted to climb into bed, very close, his whole body was surrounded by cold fragrance, his fingers trembled.

The years of thinking about it add up to several years, and the bright moon is in my arms.

"Lie down." He turned off the lights and said softly.

"Hmph," he poked his head out from under the quilt, hugged Jiuli, moved his hands, and almost called in her ear, "Sister,"

"Are you ready?" She raised her hand to push away the strands of hair in front of her eyes, revealing her beautiful, clear eyes. "Qin Ningyan, seduce me? Hmm?"

"Qingqing," the tips of her ears turned red, "How could that be?"

Her face was innocent, her hands were constantly moving, and her silk pajamas were smooth and delicate, just like soft skin.

"Heh," he lifted Qin Ningyan's chin, rubbed his thin lips with his fingertips, and then tilted his head to cover those seductive lips.

After a long time, Qin Ningyan's eyes were dazed for a moment. He had just been kissed, and his whole body was stiff.

"Why are you so obedient? No way?" He propped himself up and rubbed Qin Ningyan's hair lazily. Was he trying to seduce her like this?

"Sister," he suppressed the dark side of his heart, "teach me?"

"Sister, you are so soft," the dark phoenix eyes showed a triumphant smile, this is what belongs to him alone, right?

"Qin Ningyan, let go of me, are you born in the Year of the Dog?"

"Don't you know what my zodiac sign is? Don't move."

The winter nights are bright and long, and the limbs are tangled together under the quilt, completely embraced in the arms. Even Chen Mo's frantic phone calls did not wake Qin Ningyan up. Oh, by the way, the phone was turned off and thrown on the ground.

I opened my eyes and looked at the person in my arms with smiling eyes. Then I felt a burning pain in my back.

What a surprise. Even though he was the one who cried yesterday, it doesn’t matter. He still got to enjoy what he deserves.

"Hmm?" I moved my waist and it felt a little sore. Still not good enough? Who was the one who turned into a big wolfdog?

"Qingqing? Hmm," he just called out, his voice hoarse.

Without saying a word, he pressed Qin Ningyan, kissed him again and again, and touched his beautiful and firm abdominal muscles with his hands.

"Sister," he groaned, his anger directed downwards.

Her eyes were watery and full of forbearance. She knew that he had been very ruthless yesterday and was venting his emotions on her.

"Do you know you are wrong? Do you dare to do it again?"

"I was wrong," he admitted his mistake promptly and never corrected it.

A big hand grabbed Jiuli's ankle and pressed her under him. Her Adam's apple moved. It was not as obvious at night as it is now. Her eyes turned red. She threw away her rationality and followed her heart.

Seeing that no one answered the dozen or so calls he made, he threw away the cigarette in his hand in annoyance, drove to Yueze Apartment, knocked on the door, and only his assistant was inside.

"What did you say?" He scratched his ears. Did he hear it right?

"Brother Qin hasn't come back from the banquet yet, and he has no schedule today." How could a man of his age have an abnormal private life?

"No schedule? Didn't you read the one I sent you? You need to go there in advance to choose a room and get to know each other for the variety show. Can you tell me where the people are? The plane is leaving in half an hour. Where can I find them?"

You are so angry and why don’t you answer the phone today?

"Your phone is out of battery, are you calling his friends?"

"I have a shitty friend," smoking a cigarette, nothing.

"Just go there before the variety show starts. It won't be a problem."

After fooling around for an hour, Jiuli propped herself up, raised her hand to pull Qin Ningyan's cheek, and kissed her beautiful eyes.

"Qingqing, it's itchy." He blinked and his voice became hoarse.

"What's a variety show about? Do you want me to take you there?"

"It seems to be in the countryside or something. I'll only stay for seven days."

Jiuli got up, picked up the pajamas on the ground and put them on, while charging her cell phone. Stay for seven days?

"The environment in this small village is too bad for you, sister. I promise I will be back as soon as the seven days are up."

"Well," Well, she could use the newly bought Boeing family private jet, "Tell Chen Mo later and ask him to wait at the airport. I'll take you there."

"Okay." He pulled the quilt to cover himself. It must be that he was not trying hard enough, otherwise how could Qingqing still move freely.

I put three drops of medicine in the bathtub before lying down in it. The bruises on my skin looked particularly serious.

"Master, do you want to buy some quick recovery potion? It's very cheap?" He asked while rolling over. The master has good physical strength.

"Ling Ling, you are quite courageous," he teased.

"No, I can't see it because I'm not an adult yet. I will be locked up in a small dark room automatically." Doesn't the master need these? She shouldn't have such low-level potions.

"Do your job well and don't look at things you shouldn't look at, or your system will die," he said threateningly.

"Master, don't worry." It would never dare to recommend this again. Other hosts obviously liked it, but this one of its own? Forget it.

"I'll give you 20 points to go and have fun." He put away his sharpness and said, "Go and chat with the system more and don't bother her."

It took me half an hour to get out of the bathroom. In the dressing room, I chose a fleece stand-up collar shirt and loose trousers. I dried my long hair and casually tied it up. I did some simple skin care, drew my eyebrows and put on makeup.

Qin Ningyan took a nap in the bedroom, then got up, changed into a four-piece bedding set, threw his pajamas into the washing machine, took a shower in the next room, and sat on the edge of the bed to blow dry his hair.

"It smells good. Are you so diligent?" The four-piece set that was originally laid out was replaced with dark blue silk. Her shampoo?

"Well," he bent down and stuffed the hair dryer into the cabinet, hugged Jiuli who was dressed neatly, "I don't want to go, it's too cold."

"Really not going? I'll find someone to take your place," he said, not caring at all, ruffling her soft short hair, showing his undisguised preference.

"Go, darling, I will miss you," he rubbed his head.

"It's cold today, should we ask Aunt Zhou to bring it up?" He avoided the question.

"I'll go downstairs to eat. Chen Mo has made several phone calls and he's almost mad." He pursed his lips and had to change clothes.

"If you're cold, just lie down. I'll ask Lan Xihe to bring some clothes over. What do you want to eat?" He didn't mind being indulged a little.

"Drink some porridge. You need to nourish your throat." He was very hoarse.

I called Lan Xi directly and asked her to buy a few sets according to yesterday's size and have them delivered directly to me, then went downstairs to see what Aunt Zhou had cooked.

"Mr. Dong, I cooked pork ribs porridge and shredded chicken porridge, as well as preserved egg and lean meat porridge and white porridge, and various kinds of steamed dumplings,"

"The fruits have just been shipped in," his eyes swept across the stand-up collar shirt, thinking about getting some pork liver to replenish his blood.

It seems like you had a great time yesterday. It was also the first time you wore a stand-up collar shirt. Normally, your collarbone would be exposed.