Vicious male mate raises cubs online

The bed in He Mingyu's exclusive presidential suite is naturally much more comfortable than the ordinary suite in the crew hotel.

Soft and big, you can roll it however you want.

Tan Qing slept until the sun was high, subconsciously reached out and touched the other side of the bed.

Then rubbed his eyes, jumped off the bed, and pushed open the door with his bare feet.

On the wide sofa in the central living room.

He Mingyu had been sitting in a suit and leather shoes for an unknown amount of time, and at this moment, facing the computer screen expressionlessly, he ordered a few words indifferently.

Tan Qing poked her head out from the bedroom door.

He Mingyu caught him right away: "Are you awake?"

Tan Qing honestly stretched her waist, walked to the living room with a bang, pulled a small chair and sat across from He Mingyu.

therefore.

President He, who was having a video conference with the company's top management, just raised his eyes slightly from the screen.

You can see Tan Qing's slender calves wrapped under the half-length bathrobe, and the white clavicle line exposed when she lowered her head and held her mobile phone.

He Mingyu: "..."

The meeting lasted another 10 minutes, and He Mingyu drank water six times.

In the end, He Mingyu gave up on the next topic, hurriedly assigned tasks, then closed the computer, and glanced at Tan Qing who was sitting opposite: "Are you hungry?"

The hotel housekeeping staff has done room service very efficiently.

Last night's messy living room has been quickly restored to being spotless.

Tan Qing, who had a good night's sleep, couldn't remember what happened after she got drunk last night.

He swayed back and forth in the small chair, and touched his buttocks again.

Ass doesn't hurt.

There is also no tail.

Hey.

perfect.

Tan Qing looked through the optional menu prepared by the hotel in advance in the presidential suite, and ordered a table of French breakfast that she had never eaten before.

Then boldly pushed the exhausted menu in front of He Mingyu, and said sincerely and kindly: "I've finished ordering, what are you eating?"

He Mingyu added a cup of milk to Tan Qing, and another cup of coffee for himself, and then closed the menu: "You can't finish this much by yourself, go wash up first."

Tan Qing shrugged her nose and snorted at the gold master's father, and went to the bathroom unwillingly rubbing her belly.

The presidential suite of star-rated hotels includes the privilege of priority meals.

The general manager personally delivered a piece of fruit first, and after confirming the menu, he paid more attention to Tan Qing for a while, and asked cautiously: "He Dong, how many of these dishes are spicy, may I ask for them? Would Mr. Tan prepare a non-spicy version?"

He Mingyu: "..."

Tan Qing, who looked refreshed after washing, casually took a perfumed pear and took two bites. Hearing this, she leaned over curiously: "Hey, is it very spicy? Why do you want me to eat non-spicy ones?"

He Mingyu waved his hand towards the general manager: "No, just follow the normal taste."

The general manager's expression was subtle for a moment, and he bowed to the two: "Okay, wait a moment, we will go to prepare right away."

Then respectfully exited the room.

Tan Qing's small fangs quickly gnawed the tender pear until only a small core remained.

He accurately threw the pear core into the trash can on the table, then lowered his head and flipped through his phone, and said to the person sitting on the sofa: "He Mingyu, are you going back today?"

He Mingyu hummed: "What's wrong?"

Tan Qing then turned up the screen of the phone and showed it to He Mingyu: "The message from He Yao... He said he could drop by and take you to the airport, and then go back to the set with me, but why did he call you uncle?"

He Mingyu stood up, walked over and took Tan Qing's cell phone.

The topmost item on the chat software is the message sent by He Yao.

He Yao: Qingqing, are you and my uncle at the six-star hotel near the exit of the elevated road?I just passed by there, do you want to pick you up?empathetic jg

He Yao: Qingqing, are you awake?I'm almost off the highway.

He Yao: Qingqing, I'm waiting for you at the entrance of the hotel!You know my car.

He Mingyu never had any extra expressions on his face, and after reading it, he returned the phone to Tan Qing.

Paused.

It seemed as if he had endured and endured, but in the end he couldn't hold back, and frowned, "Why do these men like to call you Qingqing?"

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing raised her face and thought about this question seriously.

Then he looked left and right to observe He Mingyu's expression, stretched out a finger to poke his strong chest muscles, and said with a smile: "Are you jealous?"

He Mingyu: "Oh."

Indifferent, sensitive, and dissatisfied with desires and dissatisfaction many times, the overlord turned around coldly, leaving Tan Qing with a stubborn back.

Walking back to the sofa, he sat down seriously as if he was about to go to the negotiating table, and said flatly: "He Yao is my third uncle's nephew. According to seniority, you can barely call me uncle."

Tan Qing: "Oh..."

Listen to this tone.

It should be very reluctant.

But it's good to have a free car to ride!

Tan Qing typed back to He Yao with flying fingers, then ran up to He Mingyu, handed the phone to him, and said beamingly: "I've made an agreement with him, let him wait for us downstairs Go down after eating."

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu's gloomy expression didn't turn around until the whole table of French dishes ordered by Tan Qing was served.

Especially when Tan Qing was holding the thick and long baguette and trying hard to stuff it into her mouth with pure white condensed milk——

Mr. He's complexion couldn't be more gloomy.

Seeing that Tan Qing ate half of the French stick, he didn't have the nerve to continue eating, and gave the remaining half to He Mingyu in a grievance: "Hey, do you want to do it again?"

He Mingyu coldly rejected Tan Qing's baguette.

With a dark face, he cleared up a table of unfinished leftovers that Tan Qing thought were unpalatable.

Then he packed up Tan Qing's small bag of clothes and spare costumes, and led them out of the hotel.

He Yao's car is a royal blue BMW suv, it doesn't look so high-profile in the parking lot of many luxury cars, but Tan Qing recognized it with sharp eyes.

He Yao, who was originally sitting in the car, put on sunglasses and a hat when he saw the two coming from afar, opened the door and got out of the car, and waved to them from afar.

Although it was still early in the morning, City H was close to the sea and its latitude was low, so even though it was early spring, it was already hot.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the car was turned on just right, Tan Qing climbed into the back seat, moved in again, and pulled He Mingyu's sleeve to let him sit in together.

He Yao turned off the stereo in the car, glanced back, and said with a smile: "Uncle, I just saw the people in your branch. Did they come to pick you up and Tan Qing?"

The interior of this car is obviously not as good as the one that He Mingyu often used in City J.

Tan Qing sniffed, and didn't like the smell of this car too much.

It's almost heavier than the perfume in Rong Sheng's car.

He Mingyu glanced at He Yao when he heard the words, and said coldly: "You know a lot of people, even the people in the branch company."

He Yao seemed to be taken aback by He Mingyu's sudden question, and remained silent for a long time.

Then he smiled awkwardly: "Uncle, don't think too much, I just happened to meet the executor of your branch."

He Mingyu didn't answer him any more, leaned on the back of the chair, and closed his eyes slightly as if a little tired.

Tan Qing, who slept very well, was sitting next to He Mingyu. After much deliberation, she couldn't understand why he would be so sleepy after waking up from such a comfortable bed.

So I stretched my head and looked over.

Wow--

He Mingyu actually has a pair of panda eye sockets.

swarthy.

Like being a thief in the middle of the night.

Tan Qing is observing this human being who usually looks very energetic carefully and attentively.

Unexpectedly, He Mingyu suddenly opened his eyes, and said in a low voice, "What are you looking at?"

Tan Qing: "..."

Peeking and getting caught.

deadliest.

Tan Qing pursed her lips, and said cheekily, "Hey, are you very sleepy?"

He Mingyu's deep eyes moved, and slowly met Shang Tanqing's gaze, then nodded: "Yes."

Tan Qing touched her nose, and had no choice but to shrink her head back: "Okay, then you sleep..."

He Mingyu did not continue to sleep with his eyes closed, but sat up straight, took out a car key and handed it to Tan Qing: "I have someone drive that Bugatti back to the crew parking lot, and I will send a driver to contact you tomorrow , if you want to go somewhere in City H, you can just contact him directly."

After the first meeting yesterday, Tan Qing liked that flamboyant and cool sports car very much.

He joyfully reached out and put the car keys into his pocket, and said with some reluctance: "Then I will be in the city in the future?"

He Mingyu pushed down Tan Qing's raised lock of hair: "I'll get it back for you, don't worry."

Tan Qing immediately gave He Mingyu a super standard heart: "I love you!"

He Mingyu's expression paused slightly: "I asked Cheng Ye yesterday that you still have more than a week's role here. When the filming is over, I'll pick you up and go back. Be good, do you understand?"

Tan Qing nodded obediently.

He Mingyu wanted to say something more.

He Yao, who was driving in the front row, finally interjected: "Uncle, don't worry! Anyway, Qingqing is also my little aunt, and I will definitely take good care of him for you."

He Mingyu's expression turned back a little after he said "Qingqing" and fell back instantly.

He gave He Yao a cold look: "Since you know that it's his relationship with me, you should use the honorific name, what's the proper way to call Qingqing Cheng."

He Yao almost drove the car into a ditch: "...Okay, uncle, aunt."

Tan Qing: "..."

He Yao turned the steering wheel back and stepped on the brake: "Uncle, I just wanted to say...the airport is here."

Tan Qing glanced out of the car window, then turned her head, clapped her hands and said, "Goodbye, goodbye, godfather."

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu pulled Tan Qing over, kissed him on the forehead, and sighed helplessly: "Just be mad at me."

Tan Qing blinked her eyes.

Together with He Yao, they watched He Mingyu enter the VIP explosion-proof inspection channel.

Then he quickly jumped into the co-pilot seat: "You just told me a big secret in the message, what is it?"