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Chapter 218 Sand Sculpture

When Xu Zhaozhao was surrounded by the cold woody fragrance on the man's body, his head was in a daze.

Why did this guy come back early? It's scary.

I was originally worried that people in this manor would recognize Gu Qingyan, but the lights were only focused on the stage.

The two people hugging each other tightly off the stage were not noticed.

On what it's like to secretly come out to watch a male model being caught red-handed by her husband...

Xu Zhaozhao said that he had to say some nice words quickly to coax him!

After realizing that she said those words, Gu Qingyan stopped talking, but pinched her harder.

"You want to see me wear it?"

Gu Qingyan asked, Xu Zhaozhao nodded expectantly.

Compared with figure and handsomeness, Gu Qingyan would not lose, not to mention this guy's fair skin...

If it were black stockings...Xu Zhaozhao wouldn't even dare to think about it.

I'm afraid I'll get a nosebleed in public just thinking about it.

"Huh." The man hummed in her ear, and the words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "What a beautiful idea."

As he said that, the hand on the back of her head moved along her hair to her calves, and with a gentle force, she picked up the princess.

Xu Zhaozhao was so frightened that her heartbeat was beating wildly. She didn't dare to resist and let Gu Qingyan carry her away.

In the darkness, no one noticed the two of them leaving, everyone's attention was on the striptease on the stage.

He hugged Xu Zhaozhao and walked out of the side door, and the door closed automatically, isolating the party scene in the hall.

This is the back garden of Mosi Manor. Everyone is gathered in the hall, and there is no one here.

Xu Zhaozhao wore less clothes today, and the slight cool breeze blowing through at night made her head sober.

He trembled in Gu Qingyan's arms.

Gu Qingyan paused for a moment, then stopped, put Xu Zhaozhao down, took off his suit jacket and put it on her shoulders to block the cold wind.

Although Gu Qingyan looked calm, the calmer he was, the more panicked Xu Zhaozhao became. It always felt like the calm before the storm.

"It's wrong, wrong, don't be angry."

Xu Zhaozhao grabbed his hand that was about to reach back and curled his lips.

Lowering her head, her fingertips just touched the string of cold beads, which exuded a wooden luster under the moonlight.

I vaguely remembered the reason why Gu Qingyan said he was wearing this string of Buddhist beads.

Atonement...

"How about I also wear a string of Buddhist beads? Me too..."

Xu Zhaozhao couldn't say the rest of the words. Her chin was raised, and her beautiful thin lips blocked her words.

Just to block her words, he bit her lower lip lightly like punishment and then backed away.

His voice was hoarse, "Xu Zhaozhao, don't talk nonsense."

The heartbeat that had just calmed down started to beat wildly, and even the cold wind couldn't stop it.

"Then don't be angry, I won't talk anymore."

"Not angry."

Gu Qingyan hugged her tighter and buried his head in the crook of her neck.

He has arrived long ago.

Anyone who is not blind can see Xu Zhaozhao's rejection of Fu Chengze.

If Xu Zhaozhao hadn't gone to see the male model, he wouldn't have even planned to show up.

He lowered his eyes and thought.

Do you usually wear a little too much...

While hugging him, Xu Zhaozhao became restless and moved around in his arms.

From time to time, he also made a kitten-like sound.

"Drink...I can still drink..."

Gu Qingyan raised his hand and rubbed her head, "Go home, little drunk cat."

I had just tasted the alcohol, and looking at Xu Zhaozhao's normal appearance, I thought there was no big problem.

It didn't take long before he started talking nonsense.

His little hands groped restlessly on Gu Qingyan's body and took out everything in his pocket.

A black mask and sunglasses, he studied these two things with confused eyes, and then put them on Gu Qingyan very clumsily.

Several times, if Gu Qingyan didn't avoid it, he could be blinded.

"You look good. Little brother, you are so fair. You look good in black."

Xu Zhaozhao was obviously drunk and unconscious, and his fingers fell on Gu Qingyan's shoulders bit by bit.

"Wear more black things, like black ties, black shirts, black stockings, etc., hehe."

When she heard the last word, Gu Qingyan held her hand tightly.

What's wrong.

Why is a girl so obsessed with black stockings?


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