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Song Xiaolan's face turned dark immediately, and her starry eyes dimmed a lot.
The moonlight was not strong, and Luo Keke couldn't tell whether he was cold or dark, but he felt that the surrounding atmosphere had cooled down several degrees.
"Drink too muchdrink too much"
Luo Ke laughed a little awkwardly, took Zhao Yi from Song Xiaolan's hand, took off the coat she was wearing, and handed it to Song Xiaolan.
"Clothes, don't get dirty anytime soon."
Song Xiaolan took the clothes and left without saying anything.
Rococo looks like Monk Zhang Er, so he can't figure it out! This newcomer has a big temper!
But this Zhao Yi is too ignorant, a few days ago you thought she was going to hook up with Song Xiaolan, but today "Brother Qi" popped out of her mouth.
Harm, what is this.
Luo Keke felt as if he owed Song Xiaolan, and always felt that something was wrong. But he couldn't think of a reason, so he had to drag Zhao Yi upstairs with difficulty.
Unexpectedly, Song Xiaolan had just taken two steps, looked around, and found that the neighborhood was old for a certain period of time, so it must not be an elevator room, so she turned back.
Surprised, Luo Keke pushed Zhao Yiyou onto Song Xiaolan.
Drunk people seem to be heavier than usual. It was still difficult for her to carry Zhao Yi. So he simply pushed the person to Song Xiaolan.
Song Xiaolan carried Zhao Yi on her back, after all, her body was young and her breathing was steady.
"Which floor is it?"
Rococo panted: "The eighth floor."
Didn't they compete with men for food? Climbing up to the eighth floor should be no problem, right?
Song Xiaolan regretted it.
He shouldn't be softhearted, especially towards Zhao Yi.
She is like a fire, and he, Song Xiaolan, is a dry and brittle firewood. Whenever he gets close to her, he becomes restless.
No, Zhao Yi's body gradually heated up due to the gradual decomposition of alcohol and the body's heating to relieve the cold. Not to mention Song Xiaolan's body, it was as if he had a 38-degree fever, which scalded people and his own heart.
This desire belonging to the young body has no tendency to fade away.
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After going up to the eighth floor, Song Xiaolan carried him back into the room again.
The inside of the house is very tidy, just like Zhao Yi's whole person, simple, clean, unique and rustic.
There is a big picture frame on the shoe cabinet, and the frame is full of photos of her and others on the set.
There are so many photos that I can't finish them at a glance.
But Song Xiaolan saw an old photo at first glance. In the photo, Zhao Yi was not in the C position, but looked like a director's assistant from the position. But she had a bright smile, a youthful one, with a high ponytail, big clear eyes, and a faint pink lipstick. It seems that the spring like you came, brought greenery and vitality.
The two of them laid Zhao Yi flat on the bed, and Zhao Yi said some nonsense in a low voice, then rolled up the quilt and fell asleep by herself.
Song Xiaolan frowned and asked, "Don't you need to remove your makeup?"
Rococo exhaled: "Oh, wait a minute, I'll unload it for her, you're tired too, sit down and drink a glass of water before leaving?"
The two closed the door, and Luo Keke wanted to pour water for Song Xiaolan.
Song Xiaolan didn't even sit down for a while, so she said, "No need, there's still a show tomorrow, I'll go back and recite my lines."
"Ah, that's it, that's all right, thank you for your hard work today!"
Luo Keke sent Song Xiaolan away, removed Zhao Yi's makeup, and then turned off the lights and left.
Ever since she met Zhao Yi, she has been living alone and has never lived with a man.
Zhao Yi also had several relationships before, some with actors, and some with people outside the circle, but none of them came to the end. She didn't know the specific reason. I just remember that since Zhao Yi met Brother Qi, she never fell in love again.
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After Song Xiaolan went downstairs, her body couldn't control her body, she walked very slowly, her face was gloomy, and she looked up at Zhao Yi's house again.
Zhao Yi's house has a wine cabinet, which is full of red wine and some foreign wines he has never seen before.
? Alcoholism does not exist.
Zhao Yi used to like red wine, and he liked it very much. Later, I had a lot of social activities, and I vomited several times after drinking, so I started to be afraid of alcohol.
Quitting alcohol is not the same as quitting smoking.
Wine is a must in Chinese business culture.
Song Xiaolan had an indescribable feeling in his heart, and he was full of doubts about this woman. But these questions of his are simply not qualified to ask.
He doesn't knowHe said, the valve in his heart had already been opened following Zhao Yi's command, and his heart was about to walk towards this dangerous and beautiful woman. It was uncharted territory, and he wanted to explore it.
Boys' feelings always come so fast, so direct, yet so hesitant.
The temperature on Zhao Yi's body was like poison, as if it penetrated into his body and produced muscle memory, and he remembered it clearly.
"Must be obsessed with ghosts"
He broke his heart.
There is only a little bit of moonlight left, scattered on the old branches of the community, and poured on the ground through the leaves, turning into circles of small light spots, like fireflies.
Song Xiaolan quickened her pace.
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As soon as I got to the door, I saw Brother Qi's car driving in.
Song Xiaolan is very smart, she doesn't have to memorize her lines many times, and she can remember the license plate number just once.
He seemed to be holding his breath in his lungs, and even breathing became difficult, which was a very annoying feeling. This day's mood and physical changes are already too much for him, and Brother Qi's car seems to have given him an ultimatum. His feet didn't work, he turned and followed the car.
The car gradually approached Zhao Yi's building, and every time it approached, Song Xiaolan's heart was hit by a stone.
Fortunately, he is also a very hard-hearted person, and he will not bleed.
Sure enough, the car arrived at the downstairs of Zhao Yi, Brother Qi got off the car, and went upstairs with ease.
Song Xiaolan watched as the sensor lights on the stairs turned on and off at the first floor, and stopped at the eighth floor.
His heartbeat almost stopped.
Song Xiaolan waited downstairs for two hours, and saw Rococo leaving, but did not see Brother Qi leaving.
Yue Yue hid, probably because she didn't want to see this young man trapped in an ignorant affair.
In spring, the wind at night is a bit cool after all, let alone in the early morning. The fever on Song Xiaolan's body subsided for a few minutes, and she couldn't help shivering.
Finally, he raised his head and glanced at the eighth floor. The brows on that ascetic face frowned slightly, and then he slowly let go, as if he had put something down, turned and left.
Song Xiaolan had to admit that a woman like Zhao Yi was charming and dangerous, and even more disgusting to him.
He couldn't get close to Zhao Yi, let alone want to get close.
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