.........Hoo ho, you're abusing a scumbag!......................
Drinking makes heroes brave. When the writer comes back from dancing, Ah Xin has become a heroic heroine who is not afraid of anything. She waves her hands wildly: "I want to go home! You guys like to play with yours!"
Mr. He asked the driver to send the little beauty off. The little beauty glared: "I took the taxi myself! Ah Fang said that no man can send her off at night!" After saying this, Xiongjiujiu picked up his handbag and walked out.
Writer Bai was secretly proud. It turned out to be a hibiscus. Where could he find such a beautiful woman who was not greedy for money or power, but only loved literature? He immediately smoothed things over: "Hey, it's almost one o'clock. I have to go to the municipal committee tomorrow and have to rest.
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When he ran out chasing Qingshui Furong, the little beauty had disappeared. The great writer was excited again. The little girl has such a strong personality and deserves to be taken good care of, making this romance a masterpiece in the literary world!
After returning home, the great writer was still very excited and seemed to be having insomnia, so he decided to drink a cup of hot milk to wake him up.
After soaking the milk powder and letting it cool on the coffee table, the great writer Shi Shiran walked into the bathroom and turned on the water heater.
The writer had suffered a lot before he became a royal writer. Unfortunately, he had a bad stomach. No matter how much he ate, he could not gain weight. He was so thin that his ribs were line by line. Looking at the big mirror in the bathroom always made him embarrassed. So he liked the water vapor.
The mirror was covered, and every time he turned the water hotter.
Just as he was immersed in it, the phone suddenly rang loudly. He stepped out before he could wipe away the water stains. When he got out of the bathtub, his feet slipped and he almost fell.
He grabbed the phone and said in a slightly aggressive tone: "Hey, Lao Qin, what can't you wait to talk about tomorrow?"
A woman's charming smile came from the phone: "My surname is not Qin, and I am not old. Director Bai, you are so lonely alone, do you want me to accompany you?"
Writer Bai suddenly became angry: "Who are you? What do you want to do? How do you know my last name?"
"Hey, interrogation. Director Bai, I just want to be friends with you."
"Make friends? What do you mean?" Director Bai asked coldly, implying that using the tongue of a great writer, embarrassing these women who eat skin and meat, isn't that a piece of cake?
I only heard another chuckle from the other party: "Isn't it obvious? I'm not happy to hear your voice. I can make you as happy as a god."
Writer Bai blurted out: "You fucking prostitute, you are shameless!"
"You want face, I know." The woman said without any anger, "You want a 'young and beautiful' face, I am fully qualified."
Could it be the friend of that ugly girl? Writer Bai frowned and hung up the phone.
No longer interested in bathing, he grabbed a towel to dry himself and put on his pajamas.
At this time, the phone rang again, and it was still the sweet voice: "Why hang up the phone? Are you afraid?"
"What are you afraid of?" Writer Bai was very angry and slammed the table, causing the hot milk to spill out.
The other party chuckled: "It's very safe here. It's so deserted for you alone. I'll go over to your place. You can come to my place. I'll be above you. I'll be waiting for you at the first door on the right.
Yo."
"Where?" Writer Bai didn't believe his ears. Hearing her tell it again, Fang's eyes widened: "In this hotel?"
"Yes, it's very convenient. Director Bai, don't hesitate."
Writer Bai sneered: "How bold! Do you know who I am?"
"Aren't you just a trellis climber? You're covered in red skin." The woman chuckled, "Don't be so stern, I'm so pretty."
"So pretty? How old are you?"
"16 years old, the flowers are half-opened. Director Bai, don't you want to take a look?"
Writer Bai never imagined that this call came from the Qingshui Hibiscus he was determined to cultivate.