Qiao Manli was lying on the bed with her eyes blank, surrounded by scattered clothes. As usual, Jiang Shan was tossing and scattering on her body, and after being called away by a phone call.

Qiao Manli hated such a thing, but Jiang Shan was already happy with it. He seemed to be addicted. He called himself over from time to time, pinching and chewing. Qiao Manli was tortured several times and her body became a little numb, but the desire in her heart could not subside. She lay on the bed in annoyance, smoking a big mouthful of cigarettes.

Suddenly, Qiao Manli turned over and got up, leaned on the bed, picked up her cell phone, called the hotel manager, and asked them to arrange a public relations manager to come up.

After a while, a young man with a pretty face and a pale face but a great figure came to the door of Qiao Manli's room and knocked politely.

Only a female voice could say lazily: "Come in."

As soon as the young man entered the room, the lights in the room were very dim, but he could feel the strong ambiguous atmosphere in the room. The young man was stunned. Did he meet a ruthless boss today? Or was he the other one who was incompetent and did not serve the good financial boss?

The young man was stunned for a moment, then quickly packed up his curiosity, had a professional smile on his face, and walked to the edge of the bed.

Qiao Manli still had no coat on her body, but she covered it with her clothes, half leaned against the bed, holding a lit cigarette in her hand.

The young man walked to the bed and confirmed his judgment when he entered the house. As soon as he was about to introduce himself, the woman screamed in surprise: "A Wei?"

The young man pointed at himself in surprise and smiled and said, "Me? No, my name is not Awei, my name is Axing."

Qiao Manli didn't hear anything he said. She sat up, her clothes rolled down, and all the spring light on her chest was leaked. Even A Xing, who had been through the battlefield, couldn't help but dry the monkey's hair.

Qiao Manli murmured, "Awei, are you finally willing to come? Sister is waiting for you so hard." Under the dim light, Axing's eyebrows and eyes are really similar to Ye Wei.

Ah Xing also understood that another grudge from the deep boudoir might have been thrown away by some little face. Alas, this little face is too disdainful. Just this beauty in front of him will not be as good as he will bring him anywhere. Why bother?

A Xing sat on the bed, used his signature electric eyes, and said charmingly: "Sister, I am not A Wei, I am A Xing."

Qiao Manli's face frightened and said coldly: "I said you are Awei and you are Awei."

A Xing was stunned and relieved. No wonder he was dumped by others. With such a bad temper, no man could tolerate it. A Xing knew how to please the guests, but he never could not get along with the money. So he smiled and coaxed, "Okay, sister, I am your A Wei, A Wei is here to serve his sister well today."

Qiao Manli's face suddenly softened, like a little woman waiting for her husband to caress her, her expression was a little shy, satisfied, and even a little happiness.

A Xing looked at Qiao Manli with great charm, and her hands slowly covered her breasts. Qiao Manli was staring at A Xing's eyes like she was poisoned. Suddenly, her chest became cold, reminding her of the feeling of being with Jiang Shan. She came back to her senses, and raised her hand and slapped A Xing in the face as if she was angry.

A Xing was stunned. He didn't know what he had done wrong. He looked at Qiao Manli with some grievances and some resentment.
Chapter completed!