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Chapter 45 Fox

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    Zhao Yi, a vixen, has been luring Song Xiaolan to her hotel room.

    The night is hazy, spilling on the two young bodies through the window.

    Then they had a beautiful thing between adults that I can't describe in words.  If I wrote it, I would have to pay for nosebleeds, but I would be blocked, so I won¡¯t write it, and you can make up your own minds

    After a certain period of time (judgment by yourself)

    Song Xiaolan rested her chin on Zhao Yi's forehead and asked her, "Am I too unfocused?"

    He was afraid that Zhao Yi would underestimate him, so he hooked him a few times casually, and he surrendered his heart and body.  But he didn't know that this was simply a premeditated plan by Zhao Yi to climb out of the darkness.

    Zhao Yi's physical strength is no match for this 21-year-old Song Xiaolan. She is so tired that she just wants to go to bed with her eyes darkened, and she slides directly into the bed, ready to sleep.

    Song Xiaolan scooped her up, "Answer me."

    Zhao Yi opened her hazy eyes and looked up at him.

    Why is he so physically strong?  Not hypocritical at all?

    Zhao Yi can't do it, she's too tired. At this moment, she just wants to shut his mouth and his heart by the way, so she just lays down on him and starts to move.

    Song Xiaolan stopped her, her eyebrows were full of temptation.

    "I am asking you."

    Zhao Yi still didn't answer, and continued down, like a poisonous snake, rustling on Song Xiaolan's body, which made him numb and inexplicably happy.

    "Zhao Yi!"

    Song Xiaolan picked her up with red ears, and forced her to look at him: "You say." His tone was very low, almost low into the dust.

    Zhao Yi looked at this face dyed pink, and those eyes full of lust and stubbornness, with a smile on her lips, she reached out to caress Song Xiaolan's cheek.

    Her movements were very light, like a feather sweeping by. Song Xiaolan was trembling all over. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let her move.

    After a while, Zhao Yi seemed to be unable to stop, and Song Xiaolan opened her eyes again. She looked at Zhao Yi with a pair of clear eyes, and spoke the truth with certainty.

    "It seems that you have no concentration."

    Zhao Yi's hand was fixed, and her smile turned into a big laugh.

    Song Xiaolan didn't understand her, so she stared at her and smiled.

    Zhao Yi smiled for a long time, and kissed Song Xiaolan on the cheek, very lightly, as if he was afraid that it would stain him if it was too heavy.

    "You are not stupid."

    *

    In the middle of the night, Ah Chen waited for a long time but didn't see Song Xiaolan back to the hotel, and didn't answer the phone calls, so anxious.  He thought of Zhao Yi, but couldn't believe his speculation, he hesitated and dialed Zhao Yi's cell phone.

    Zhao Yiwo slept peacefully in Song Xiaolan's arms. The phone rang twice before she answered it.

    "Hello?"

    The cell phone can't stop her self-indulgent coldness, and Ah Chen on the other end wanted to hang up the phone as soon as possible. He cautiously asked: "Director ZhaoI'm Ah Chen, Song Xiaolan's manager, that"  He paused, not daring to ask.

    Zhao Yi heard that it was him, and immediately woke up a little bit.  Although the room was dark, there was still some light coming through the slits in the curtains. Zhao Yi raised his jaw and glanced at Song Xiaolan in the dimness. He was breathing evenly and sleeping peacefully.  Only then did Zhao Yi return to Ah Chen with a calm expression: "Are you looking for Song Xiaolan?"

    Why does such a big man care about not returning home at night?

    Zhao Yi frowned.

    Ah Chen was afraid of being disrespectful to Zhao Yi, so he lowered his voice: "That kid hasn't returned to the hotel yet, he's alone in Hengdian, and he doesn't know the place where he lives, so I'm worried about him, um, Director Zhao, what are you and him?"  When did we separate?"

    Zhao Yi sat up, moved the quilt for Song Xiaolan, and also moved her thoughts, without changing her expression back to Ah Chen: "We are having supper outside, do you want to come together?"

    Ah Chen's heart was relieved for a moment, and he raised his throat again.

    It's so late, why did the two go out for supper alone?  Don't call him?  Are they familiar?  Unfamiliar!  A series of questions quickly occupied Ah Chen's thoughts like vines. He was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Ah, no, no, that, he has a play tomorrow, Director Zhao, look"

    Zhao Yi: "I know, we'll be fine."

    Ah Chen: "Ah! Thank you Director Zhao, then I can rest assured, then you go ahead, I won't bother you."

    After hanging up the phone, Zhao Yi looked at Song Xiaolan sideways.

    Song Xiaolan had woken up a long time ago and heard the conversation between Zhao Yi and Ah Chen clearly. She turned to her side and looked at her motionless.

    Zhao Yi in the darkI couldn't see Song Xiaolan's expression clearly, but his clear eyes were so eye-catching even in the dark.

    His eyes were questioning her.

    Zhao Yi was taken aback, knowing that what she said would make Song Xiaolan uncomfortable.  She was very straightforward: "You are still a newcomer. To Sister Hua, you are a treasure. If she knows that you are in my gentle hometown, you will be finished."

    First of all, hers is not a gentle township, but a fox den.  Secondly, Song Xiaolan never intended to hand over her love rights to the company.  What he wants to do is an actor, not a traffic star.

    Song Xiaolan turned around and ignored Zhao Yi.

    Whoever cares about this wild woman is a fool.

    Zhao Yi knew that he was angry, so she coaxed her, who made her older than him?  She slid down, lay down again, got into the bed, crawled over Song Xiaolan's body, lay in his arms, and rubbed her chin on his chest.

    Song Xiaolan was itchy from being rubbed, and couldn't stand her, so she locked her in her arms and hugged her tightly.

    Zhao Yi couldn't control her heart, so she still laughed.

    Song Xiaolan looked down at her, but she was still smiling, her face dyed pink, smiling like a ghost who wanted to book life in the dark of night.

    Very angry, very angry.

    Song Xiaolan simply kissed her, not giving her a chance to laugh.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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