Chapter 171 The important thing is Xiaoxue’s participation
Yanjing Tiancheng, the flat floor.
“Bang!” The door was slammed shut.
A man and a woman have a tacit understanding and hug each other tightly at the same time.
“Hush, huff—”
Zhao Yaqian gasped, her long legs wrapped in black stockings surrounding him, her sexy and hot body was particularly charming.
She raised her head, pressed her straight nose against his lips, and said lovingly: "Brother Song, your mouth smells so good, I like it so much."
Tang Song kissed her cheek, feeling the infinitely beautiful curves.
“Ah~” Zhao Yaqian exclaimed, her whole body tense.
After a while, she bit her boyfriend's ear and murmured: "I had my period last month on April 29th. These days are an absolute safe period. It's okay to come a few more times."
"How sensible!" Tang Song took a deep breath, took the time to take his hand out of her skirt, and pressed the closing button of the electric curtain.
The reddish glow outside the window became narrower and narrower, and gradually disappeared.
There is only a faint ambient light strip in the entire living room, and the air seems to become hot.
The 19-year-old beautician greedily felt her boyfriend's texture, her soul gradually drifting away, and her face was full of intoxication and sinking.
“Squeak——” Tang Song hugged Zhao Yaqian and sat on the sofa, and the two were entangled face to face.
There was a rustling sound in the quiet living room.
Zhao Yaqian bit her wet lips and breathed quickly: "Brother Song, I think Xiaoxue likes these stockings very much. They are from Balenciaga. It would be a waste to tear them apart. How about another day?"
Tang Song smiled and used his hands slightly.
“Hiss—” The fair and delicate skin is in sharp contrast with the translucent black silk.
Zhao Yaqian exclaimed and said quickly: "Brother Song, I'm going to take off my shirt and hip skirt first, for fear that they will get dirty later."
She still remembered her boyfriend's behavior last time. If there were any traces on it, she would really have no way to explain to Xiaoxue.
Tang Song slowly unbuttoned her shirt, "No need to take it off, ask her later how much this outfit costs, and just pay her double the cost."
"Okay" I'll ask later. "Zhao Yaqian could only silently say sorry to Xiaoxue. After all, she promised well when she borrowed the clothes, but now she has to break her promise.
But I got so much today, it would be a bit unreasonable if I couldn’t even satisfy my boyfriend’s small request.
When you go shopping on the weekend, you can give Xiaoxue a luxury gift to make up for it.
Zhao Yaqian, who was thinking, suddenly trembled and her eyes were blurred.
“Okay Qianqian, the living room is big enough, let’s play basketball together.”
“Okay.” As a novice player, Zhao Yaqian is very challenging and eager to try.
After a while.
“Brother Song, you don’t respect martial ethics, but you still grab the start!”
“Woooooooo——”
It’s a pity that there is no referee at the game, otherwise the whistle will definitely sound.
The scene became chaotic.
Tang and Song played multiple positions in one person, including power forward, small forward, point guard, and shooting guard.
Head-on breakthrough, dribbling layup, violent dunk!
Suppress Zhao Yaqian severely.
…
The setting sun on the horizon is like blood, gradually sinking below the horizon, leaving a trace of afterglow lingering in the sky.
The colors in the sky are blurry and changing, from orange-red to deep blue to deep black.
Lights began to light up in every corner of the city, like stars in the night sky.
Yanjing Huating, in the dim bedroom.
The slender and slender arms drooped from the bed, exuding a faint luster, and the exquisite manicure was in close contact with the wooden floor.
Lin Muxue, still wearing a small dress and high heels, was lying on the bed, her eyes red and her teeth biting her lower lip hard.
The scene of him getting out of the car kept flashing before my eyes.
The white Bentley Continental GT, the tall and handsome boy, the Patek Philippe studded with diamonds.
It turns out that watch is real.
Lin Muxue’s body trembled and she sat up from the bed.
I turned on the night light on the bedside, looked around for a while, and then I remembered something.
I walked out of the bedroom door, opened my Dior bag, and finally found my mobile phone inside.
There are already dozens of unread messages on WeChat.
As a popular woman, she also has such an outstanding personality.
Naturally, there are many suitors and lickers on her WeChat.
We receive a large number of greetings, weather forecasts, and sensational texts every day.
In addition, there are also messages from some colleagues and friends.
Lin Muxue’s slender white fingers slid down several pages and finally found the familiar yet unfamiliar name.
The avatar is an anime character whose nickname is "Tang Song".
Click to open the chat box.
【Tang and Song Dynasties: Make a friend.jpg】
[Tang Song: "Good evening, why didn't I see you at the reception tonight?"]
[Lin Muxue: "I am only responsible for signing in, and I will not participate in the subsequent reception."]
[Tang Song: "OK, okay. You are from Ronshine Venture Capital. Employee, you should be working on the 19th floor of Yunxi Building, right? "]
[Lin Muxue: "Well, I'm a little sleepy, go to bed early, good night."]
...
Lin Muxue scratched her hair hard.
I thought of several points that Zhao Yaqian mentioned during lunch.
She met her boyfriend at a barber shop. He was not outstanding at the time, but later she found out that he was very rich. They had just had an in-depth conversation two days ago and immediately promised to support her for the rest of her life.
Originally I could do it too!
A young and handsome boyfriend, a trust of US$100 million, an annual maintenance fee of US$14 million, luxury cars, large flats, charity dinners, business jets, international fashion weeks, and luxury cruise ships.
Lin Muxue’s vision instantly became hazy, and she hugged her head and started crying.
Regret wrapped around her tightly like a bone-eating snake.
The opportunity that I once dreamed of appeared in front of me, but I watched it slip away, and it was the boy who I had been attracted to.
After a while, the crying gradually stopped.
Lin Muxue kicked off her high heels, washed her stained face, and lay down on the soft bed.
“Ding dong—” the WeChat prompt sounded on the phone.
But she had no intention of looking at it.
“Ding dong——” it rang again.
She raised her head, with a few long black hair stuck to the corners of her lips.
I picked up my phone and glanced at it, my eyes widened slightly.
[Yisha Beauty Salon-Qianqian: "Xiaoxue, how much did you pay for the clothes I wore today?"]
[Yisha Beauty Salon-Qianqian: "Not good What I mean is, my dear, if your clothes are accidentally stained, I will pay you and you can buy a new one, okay?”]
“Dirty?” Several scenes flashed through Lin Muxue’s mind.
He hesitated for a moment and replied: "It's okay, I'll just wash it. After all, it's been worn for a while."
If it was from the Tang and Song Dynasties, she wouldn't dislike it.
After a while.
[Yisha Beauty Salon-Qianqian: "Well, I'd better pay you for it. My boyfriend accidentally broke it. My dear, please calculate the total cost of shirt + hip skirt + stockings."]
Broken?
Lin Muxue was stunned for a moment, feeling a little distressed at first.
Although she has many clothes, there are only a few real luxury items.
In order to please Zhao Yaqian, she also showed her own side.
Immediately afterwards, several violent scenes flashed through my mind again.
Broken stockings, lifted hip skirt, open shirt.
Thinking that those were my own clothes, I couldn't help but shiver all over and my body felt slightly hot.
What is this inexplicable sense of participation?
But in this case, the clothes are indeed scrapped.
Biting her lip, she replied: "I bought it two months ago. Let's count it as second-hand, 6,000 yuan."
After sending the message, her eyes flashed, and she changed the WeChat note to "Qianqian".
After a while, "Buzz buzz——"
[Qianqian: "Transfer: 20,000.00 yuan, please collect"]
[Qianqian: "I remember you said that this Prada set costs more than 10,000, plus the Balenciaga stockings, let's count it as 20,000, I'm sorry, Xiaoxue."]
Looking at the four 0s behind the 2, Lin Muxue pursed her lips, feeling happy and jealous at the same time.
The total cost of her set of clothes is only 12,300.
This beautician had a pained expression when she treated her to a Western meal at noon, but now she transferred 20,000 yuan to her without hesitation.
It is indeed different!
This is the canary with an annual salary of tens of millions!
She was so envious that her teeth were sore.
Clicking on the payment, looking at the number 38,000 in the WeChat balance, tears filled my eyes again.
It’s less than 1 Qian/day.
Wiping away her tears, Lin Muxue hesitated and sent a voice call invitation.
I accepted the money, but in order to build a good relationship between sisters, I still have to be polite.
The call invitation was sent for a while, and just when she was about to hang up, she was finally connected.
Zhao Yaqian's dry, astringent, and somewhat hoarse voice came from the other side: "Hello, Xiaoxue."
Lin Muxue was startled and said nervously: "Qianqian, are you okay?"
According to her understanding, the normal Make Love time will not last too long.
How can a young and energetic little girl like Qianqian be made like this.
Could it be that we are playing an alphabet game? ?
It’s really hard to earn an annual salary of tens of millions!
Zhao Yaqian in the receiver took a sip of water and said weakly: "I'm fine. I'm sorry, Xiaoxue, for ruining your clothes."
Lin Muxue said softly: "It's okay. In fact, this set of clothes doesn't cost so much. I'll take the extra money first and give you a Dior bracelet later."
With a good emotional intelligence, she naturally knows how to quickly get closer to Zhao Yaqian.
We owe each other some favors, and as time goes by, the friendship will naturally deepen.
“Thank you Xiaoxue, when you go shopping with me on the weekend, I will also give you a gift.” Zhao Yaqian smiled happily.
The two chatted a few more words and agreed on a time and place.
"That's it, I won't disturb your rest."
"Bye Xiaoxue."
Lin Muxue said "bye" gently, and just as she was about to hang up, she heard Zhao Yaqian's exclamation from the receiver.
Immediately afterwards, there was another messy and strange sound.
"This..." Lin Muxue was stunned. She originally wanted to hang up the voice call, but in the end she couldn't help but click play.
Listening to the voices of Tang Song and Zhao Yaqian inside, she felt dizzy.
Lin Muxue is probably really sick.
Lying in bed, turning over and over, face flushed.
This sadness cannot be helped.
Tears soaked the two pillows at the head of the bed.
One is hers, and the other is also hers.
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