My sister is the richest man

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A group of actresses gathered in one place, chatted for a while, and then dispersed.

Inside Star Entertainment Company.

In the interview room.

This interview room is usually used to interview newcomers and stars, and they will test their acting skills here.

Qu Yang and Song Zuer made an appointment, and today, they will meet here.

“Squeak!”

Almost as soon as Qu Yang arrived, Song Zuer immediately opened the door.

Qu Yang looked up and saw Song Zuer in front of him, with bright eyes, fair skin and exquisite figure.

“Mr. Qu, it’s so early.” Song Zuer smiled sweetly.

Different from other celebrities, Song Zuer felt refreshed after being massaged by Qu Yang yesterday. Since then, he has been grateful to Qu Yang, and naturally there will be no sense of distance.

The two are now friends.

Moreover, now, in Song Zuer’s view, Qu Yang is not innocentbecome.

At least, people in Quyang know medical skills! And it must be very knowledgeable! Otherwise, how could it be so comfortable after a massage?

“It’s getting late, didn’t you just arrive at the end of your meeting?” Qu Yang laughed.

“Mr. Qu, did you count the time to come here?” Song Zuer was a little moved.

“Don’t be so hypocritical, lie down there.” Qu Yang waved his hand and said directly.

Song Zuer felt that Qu Yang was becoming more and more manly, who said he was a coward?

Obviously very masculine!

Song Zuer acted according to his words, lying obediently on the sofa.

Qu Yang washed his hands, dried them, and began to massage Song Zuer’s lumbar spine.

What I have to say is that Song Zuer’s figure is really good, and his small waist is barely enough to hold. Although it feels through the clothes, the tactile feeling is still hard to control.

Fortunately, the two generations of Quyang are human beings, otherwise, if they do something wrong, the good praise they finally got will disappear in smoke.

“Ok……”

Being massaged by Qu Yang, Song Zuer only felt waves of heat coming from above his waist, spreading to his whole body, and couldn’t help but let out a groan in comfort.

Immediately, she realized that the voice was too ambiguous, and she blushed.

Fortunately, she was lying on the sofa, and Qu Yang couldn’t see her face.

As for Qu Yang, he felt hot in his heart when he heard her cry.

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