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Chapter 253

If you don't see it with your own eyes, you will never know how active the goddess can be.

Han Qiao raised his head, Dong Yu in his arms was wrapped around his body like an octopus, his cherry lips were pouting, his face was flushed, his eyes were like hooks, and the thin veil-like shirt could not hide his beautiful figure and hands. Holding Han Qiao's shoulders...

Han Qiao turned his head away, without even thinking about it, this woman must have done it on purpose.

How can there be a drunk with a small mask in his pocket.

This is not bullying honest people!

"Hey, wake up Dong Zi? You went to the wrong room."

"Hmm..." Dong Yu took a look through the light, put his neck limply on Han Qiao's shoulder, and said drunkenly: "I didn't go wrong... This is obviously the fifth floor, Xiaomi, how did you grow taller, sister dear one."

Han Qiao was forced to step down and could only be slaughtered.

While enduring the inhuman torture in pain, he fumbled for the phone, found Mi Yang's number, and sent a text message.

Take care of it all.

Han Qiao patted Dong Zi's face. The woman was out of her mind, and she hugged her in a daze.

Han Qiao had no choice but to hug her.

………………

"Brother Han, I'm in trouble..." Mi Yang came quickly, with thin sweat on the tip of his nose, took Dong Zi, glanced at his best friend angrily, turned his head and said politely: "Brother Han, the show will be very good tomorrow." Difficult, Dong Zi was worried, drank a few cups, did not expect to be drunk, and was still thinking about tomorrow's play, and wanted to come to Han Ge for a match..."

"It's okay." Han Qiao felt lost in his heart, and the gentleman said, "It's getting late. Fortunately, you sent her back. Let's have a good rest."

"Ok."

"Then Brother Han, let's go."

"Slow down the road."

Mi Yang supported Dong Zi with difficulty, walked slowly to the stairs, looked back, Han Qiao's door was closed, and smiled: "Xiao Lang hoof, you are getting more and more courageous, and you are not afraid of other people's gossip..."

"Han Bridge Gate is closed, can you go, I'm exhausted."

Drunk Dong Zi miraculously stood upright, patted his hot face, smacked his hair, breathed out alcohol, and glared at Han Qiaomen angrily: "Damn, my old lady is so active, Han Qiao is so angry. Not ticked."

"It's too obvious for you to do this." Mi Yang shook his head, very disapproving: "Don't say that Han Qiao has no thoughts about you, even if he has thoughts, you don't dare to go too far."

"What can I do? It's about to finish. After so long, if nothing happens, I'll lose all face."

Dong Zi leaned against the wall, a little weak.

I am a beautiful woman anyway, and I let you pick it up. I didn't expect Liu Xiahui to be there, but how much Han Qiao was fond of him was very clear that night.

thinking.

Dong Qi said angrily: "You said Brother Han has no idea about me, so why do you say that?"

Mi Yang burst out laughing.

under the moonlight.

Dong Xiaoqiao straightened her waist, her chest was in a mess, and it looked like she had endured a violent storm...

"Okay...you are the best..."

The two girlfriends walked down the stairs talking and laughing.

Turn around the stairs,
Liu Xiaoli had a cold face, and Liu Ye's beautiful eyebrows were frowned, and she walked up angrily, and when she saw the two of them, she walked straight over without raising her eyelids.

Dong Zi and Mi Yang didn't dare to breathe.

Liu Xiaoli disappeared behind the stairs.

Mi Yang patted his chest: "I was scared to death, I didn't expect Liu Yifei to be cold, her mother is also like this..."

Dong Yu thoughtfully: "It's so late, what is she doing here?"

"What are you thinking?" Mi Yang tugged at his best friend: "Han Qiao doesn't even want to kill such a juicy cabbage like you, how could you still like the little old lady..."

"Too……"

Dong Zi was dragged and walked downstairs, looking back at the stairs, feeling strange in his heart, having a ridiculous illusion...

Could it be that he not only wants to fight young girls, but also young ladies?
........................

Han Qiao watched as Mi Yang supported Dong Zi and disappeared at the top of the stairs.

Shaking his head, he closed the door.

In Jinmen in June, even at night, there was still no trace of wind in the air, and it was extremely hot. When the two hugged each other like this, Han Qiao raised his arm and smelled it. He smelled of alcohol and was so sticky and uncomfortable that he died.

I plunged into the bathroom, turned on the cold water valve, and the warm water flowed down, drenching my hair, and the water droplets fell from my strong muscles...

I took the foam and was about to wash my hair.

There was a banging sound outside the door.

Han Qiao couldn't help being irritable when he heard the urgent knock on the door.

Li Dawei, who is a dog, came to make a drink at such a late hour, so he was too lazy to answer and continued to wash his hair.

The knocking on the door grew louder.

Han Qiao was very worried about whether the door could withstand Li Dawei's "Pig Rush", rushed to get the foam off his head, pulled a bath towel around his waist, swung it and opened the door.

It's all over, and Dong Zi has just left again, and there can be no one else except Li Dawei.

Pressing the doorknob, Han Qiao yelled at the person coming, "Drinking, right? I said Brother Li, we won't return today if we're not drunk, it's not because of you..."

Rubbing wet hair with hands.

Li Dawei didn't speak.

Han Qiao thought to himself that you are still being dragged, so he has to fight hard, and when he raised his head...

It's not Li Dawei, it's Liu Xiaoli.

Liu Xiaoli's hair is disheveled, her wavy long hair hangs softly on her shoulders, and her tulle-like coat is light, showing her extraordinarily graceful figure. The tube top tightly wraps her heavy breasts. Drenched, sticking to the skin, revealing flesh-colored, light blue jeans wrapped around the straight buttocks, a pair of big white legs like ivory, the skin is delicate without any wrinkles...

I walked all the way in a hurry.

When she stopped, sweat dripped down her pretty cheeks, a few black hairs stuck to her collarbone, and she was panting slightly...

There is anger in his eyes...

For a moment, the space seemed to freeze.

Han Qiao's embarrassing toes buttoned up the slippers...

Liu Xiaoli put her hands in the air, and subconsciously glanced at her eyes.

The water drops rolled on the muscles, and the bath towel was laid on carelessly, and it was too uneven...

this kid.

Quite predictable.

Liu Xiaoli didn't panic at all.

Han Qiao thought of the legendary joke.

Without saying a word, he covered his face with his hands, and said in a buzzing voice, "Sister, it's so late, what's the matter?"

"Pfft."

Liu Xiaoli looked at Han Qiao, she was old.

Han Qiao has a good figure, full of strength, and his muscles are like small hills raised on a plain...

Also, kind of cute.

Shaking his head angrily, there is a fart for you to cover your face.

Thinking that he was here to trouble Han Qiao.

After calming down for a while, he stretched out his hand to tuck the wavy long hair behind his ears, and said coldly, "Han Qiao, come in..."

talking.

Regardless of Han Qiao, he rushed straight into the house.

Sitting on the chair with his buttocks crossed, his legs crossed, his hands crossed his chest, he calmly watched Han Qiao rushing into the toilet with his clothes in a panic.

After a few minutes.

Han Qiao exhaled into the mirror, walked to the room with his head down, saw Liu Xiaoli's complexion was not good, thought for a while, sat beside Liu Xiaoli, smiled and said, "Sister, who made you angry... I will help you, brother." You vent your anger."

"Who made me angry?" Liu Xiaoli turned sideways, looked at Han Qiao, frowned her delicate eyebrows, reached out and grabbed Han Qiao's ears, her red lips twitched like a machine gun: "Who are you talking about, how do you get along with me?" I said, you said you guaranteed that Sissi would not suffer any grievances, is that how you promised?"

"Honestly, have you provoked her? She is not yet an adult. What do you want to do?"

The more Liu Xiaoli talked, the more angry she became, she regretted it at the beginning, how could she have been fooled by this kid, she was really blind, her eyes turned red all of a sudden: "Tell me the truth, is there any?"

"Sister, I am wronged."

Han Qiao hurriedly pressed Liu Xiaoli's hand with both hands, not in the mood to feel the tenderness, he really didn't expect Liu Xiaoli to be so irritable, and yelled: "Sister, I swear that I only have the feelings of a brother for a sister to Qianqian, sister, you Let go first, if there is something we can't talk about."

"You don't dare to measure." Liu Xiaoli's white legs were raised, her hands were still grabbing Han Qiao's ears, but she didn't use any force, and said with a straight face, "Tell me what's going on with Qianqian today?"

"Sister, I really don't know." Han Qiao thought of the afternoon set: "Could it be something about NG, it shouldn't be, it's not normal for Sissy to be NG."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Liu Xiaoli was furious. Thinking of her precious daughter's performance, she couldn't help shouting, "Don't say that about my sister..."

Saying that, let go of your hand.

Su hand knocked on the chair and looked at Han Qiao thoughtfully.

Han Qiao rubbed his burning ears, panted, sat down, and poured a glass of water: "Sister, what's wrong with Qianqian? She's so angry."

"There's really nothing to do this afternoon."

Liu Xiaoli didn't speak.

Han Qiao thought in his heart, if he didn't do anything, he was going to reveal his secrets?
"Han Qiao, you are a good boy, can you promise me something?" Liu Xiaoli said suddenly.

"Sister, tell me." Han Qiao thought and handed Liu Xiaoli water.

"Han Qiao, you are very good, but you are too careless." Liu Xiaoli looked at Han Qiao. Among the young people she had met, Han Qiao was very outstanding. He was young and had his current career, and he still played by himself. Jiangshan's country is that women are too popular: "Sissy is young, don't provoke her..."

thinking,

It's not enough to beat her to death with a stick like this. She said earnestly, "In the future, when she grows up and becomes sensible, if you have a destiny, sister will not be a mother who has no eyesight."

Han Qiao didn't expect this to be the case, he shook his head and said, "Sister, you really misunderstood, I only have friendship with Qianqian as a friend..."

"Really?"

"Sister, don't you believe me?"

Han Qiao looked at Liu Xiaoli.

Liu Xiaoli looked directly at Han Qiao. The boy had clear eyes, and his heart sank to the ground. He nodded, "I believe it."

As she spoke, she sighed deeply, put down the water glass, and said apologetically, "Xiaoqiao, I hope you can forgive me for doing this. I only have Sissi, a precious daughter. She has lived with me since she was a child. I don't want her to suffer any harm."

Han Qiao saw that Liu Xiaoli's eyes were red and she was a little haggard, so she got up and went to the bathroom to twist a hot towel, handed it to Liu Xiaoli, and said concernedly: "Sister, what's the matter? Why are you crying so sadly? If you believe me, why don't you tell me?" Listen."

"It's not the same thing if you hold it in your heart."

Liu Xiaoli took the towel, and the hot towel warmed her palms. Hearing Han Qiao's words, she thought that Han Qiao was really good, and smiled bitterly: "It's nothing, it's just Qianqian..."

Liu Yifei's words seemed to be piercing her heart, bloody and bloody, grievances came up again, and tears rolled down uncontrollably: "I... I really didn't expect that in Qianqian's heart, I was such a failure. Mother."

"I have paid so much, and I don't want anything in return, but why is this..."

"Sister, you..." Han Qiao hated seeing a woman cry the most. He stood up and wanted to comfort Liu Xiaoli, stretched out his hand and then retracted it, persuading: "Sister, don't cry, it's fine if you can't communicate with each other, Qianqian Nor is it an ignorant child."

Liu Xiaoli saw Han Qiao flustered, and the tension in her heart broke instantly. Thinking of Han Qiao's care during this time, she pulled Han Qiao over, buried her head on Han Qiao's shoulder, and burst into tears.

Han Qiao half squatted, his body stiffened.

The tulle can't cover the delicate skin, and the warm touch can be felt through the clothes.

It’s not true if you stretch out your hand, and it’s not true if you don’t reach out. The pleasant smell of perfume lingers on the tip of the nose, sweating in summer, and the rich fragrance of a mature woman is like a heavy wine. Before drinking, I feel a little drunk.

Liu Xiaoli cried.

Crying pear blossoms bring rain, silver vases shatter...

It's been a long time.

Liu Xiaoli twitched and raised her head.

Han Qiao's legs were swaying, and he persisted in the posture for a long time. His face was a little red and his white shirt was wet.

but.

He didn't move for so long.

Feeling moved, Liu Xiaoli couldn't help supporting Han Qiao, her eyes were red: "Xiaoqiao... thank you."

Han Qiao wiped off his sweat: "Sister, you're welcome, as long as you're fine, to be honest, I really didn't expect that sister would cry..."

As he said that, Han Qiao joked: "At this moment, I think my sister is still a little girl."

"Puchi." Liu Xiaoli laughed out loud, wiped away the tears with both hands, whitened Han Qiao's eyes, and poked Han Qiao with her finger: "You're still a little girl, but I haven't cried like this for a long time. Speaking of which, We are really destined, I didn't expect to be so close."

This look reveals the beauty of a mature woman.

Han Qiao couldn't help watching.

Liu Xiaoli suddenly faded from an elder to a woman. From a woman's point of view, Liu Xiaoli's face is like jade, her ruddy eyes are a little weak, her cherry lips are biting a little bit blue, and her clothes are a bit messy, but it's like white paint has been spilled all over the floor. , only the dazzling white is left, and the snow-white legs are pressed against the chair, very elastic...

Lowering his head, Han Qiao smiled: "Sister, I didn't expect that we are so destined. To be honest, the first time we met, I felt that my sister was a relative..."

"And my sister is not old at all, she is still very beautiful..."

"You just know how to talk."

Thinking about it, Liu Xiaoli felt depressed again: "If only Qianqian was as good as you."

"Sister, you haven't said what happened to you and Sissy?"

"Just..." Liu Xiaoli's words came to her lips, and she glanced at Han Qiao, thinking, I can't say that girl misunderstood me and you...

"There are no small bridges."

Han Qiao didn't ask too many questions, feeling a little sleepy, got up and took a bottle of wine from behind, poured himself a glass, and sipped, "Sister, Qianqian is so sensible, sometimes you don't need to take it too seriously, girl After all, you have your own mind.”

Han Qiao drank the wine in one gulp.

This thing helps sleep.

Thinking of Liu Yifei, Liu Xiaoli felt a little annoyed, sniffed, frowned slightly, snatched Han Qiao's wine, took a sip, and put on an elder air: "What are you doing drinking at night, young people should pay attention to their health..."

Thinking of Han Qiao saying that he would go out sideways when he opened the door, he couldn't help persuading him with concern: "Director Li doesn't drink enough, you and him should stay away..."

"Sister, I rarely drink alcohol." Han Qiao took the glass, poured it out, and shook it. The red wine in the glass was amber: "I'm too tired these days, drink some to help me sleep."

Liu Xiaoli was upset, she leaned over to pour herself a glass, and she was bored again.

"Sister, drink less, you'll get drunk in a while."

Liu Xiaoli had forgotten how long it had been since she drank so recklessly. Since Liu Qianqian could be so ruthless, why couldn't she be herself again, thinking, couldn't help but sigh, she was such a failure.

He glared at Han Qiao, and bit his red lips: "You are a child like Qianqian, and you still care about me. It is best to be drunk, and you will be relieved when you are drunk."

said,

He leaned forward and took the wine bottle, poured it full, and took a sip.

Down a few glasses.

Liu Xiaoli's hair covered half of her face, her face was blushing, her tender skin was red, perhaps a little hot, her white and tender hands were gently fanning her hands, her two big white legs were dripping with sweat, her upturned legs were put down, and she sat spread out. Sitting on the chair, leaning his head against the back of the chair, his long wavy hair suddenly leaked out, and his whole face was exposed in the light...

Han Qiao hurriedly advised: "Sister, that's it for today, don't drink..."

"You don't care about me." Liu Xiaoli was a bit over the top, her consciousness was still clear, holding the wine bottle, she took a sip, teary: "I just can't figure out why Sissy said that about me, I never forced her , for her dream, I am willing to do anything..."

"How could she misunderstand me so much..."

"Sister, let me drink with you." Han Qiao felt a little distressed to be honest.

"You are still good." Liu Xiaoli bit her lip, smiled sweetly, handed over the wine bottle, looked at Han Qiao, raised her white chin: "You look really good, if you drink with me today, Sissi will grow up in the future." When I grow up, I will marry you as my daughter-in-law."

"but……"

"All your confidante friends will be cut off, not even one."

Han Qiao 囧.

The baby girl sold a few bottles of wine.

He snatched the wine bottle from Liu Xiaoli's chest, and was about to pour it. After thinking for a while, he raised his head and blew on the mouth of the bottle, shaking his head: "That's not acceptable. If Qianqian becomes my wife, sister, you will be my mother-in-law. The seniority has dropped."

"It's better to be a sister."

With that said, the wine bottle was handed over.

Liu Xiaoli took the wine bottle without hesitation, biting the mouth of the bottle with her red lips, and the amber red wine flowed into her mouth...

The snow-white collarbone is very skinny, milk can be poured from the shoulder socket, the delicate skin is tender and smooth, it is frighteningly white, his throat twitches, and he drinks in a hurry, the bright red wine leaks out from the bottle mouth, along the white skin flowing...

One mouthful.

The delicate red tongue licked the corner of her mouth, she smiled foolishly, looked at Han Qiao charmingly, stretched out her tender arms, pinched Han Qiao's face, and breathed out alcohol: "You still despise my daughter, let me tell you, my daughter is long It's so beautiful, it's cheap for you boy..."

Han Qiao shook his head: "Sister, Sissy and I are just good friends."

"Hey..." Liu Xiaoli was a little worried.

Han Qiao didn't want to continue this topic, he stretched his head to get the wine bottle, and his fingers were surprisingly soft, Liu Xiaoli looked down, kicked her long legs, disgusted: "I'll just give it to you, stretch out your hand blindly... ..."

With that said, he straightened his clothes and handed the wine bottle to Han Qiao.

Looking at the wine bottle, Han Qiao seemed to be able to feel the warmth. He raised his head and took a sip. This time the wine tasted different...

The rich and mature woman's charm makes the red wine more intoxicating.

"Sister, tell me about being abroad."

Liu Xiaoli was a little drunk, but she was very relieved of Han Qiao in her heart. With her chin on her hand, she took the wine and said in a daze, "What is good abroad is all foreigners..."

At night, unknown insects chirped.

The moon is covered by clouds.

Han Qiao chatted with Liu Xiaoli.

Liu Xiaoli was upset, and she drank her head, taking one sip after another.

Don't know how long.

Han Qiao was drunk, holding the wine bottle in his hand, and said to Liu Xiaoli in a daze, "Sister, we drank, 1, 2, 3..."

"sister?"

"Stop shouting, sister is not drunk..."

"Xiaoqiao... come here and help me, my sister wants to go to the bathroom."

Han Qiao staggered, with his arms around Liu Xiaoli, his face pressed tightly against Liu Xiaoli's neck, enjoying the tenderness of Ruyu, and the rich fragrance of a mature woman made his head drunk.

"You boy, be honest..." Liu Xiaoli blushed, her eyes were hooked, and she patted lightly.

bathroom.

Han Qiao stood guard at the door, and after a while, there was a sound of water, followed by the sound of the door, Liu Xiaoli leaned against the door, standing weakly on her two big white legs, her bulging chest rose and fell.

"Sister, you can't do it."

Han Qiao smiled and went to support Liu Xiaoli.

Liu Xiaoli wobbled, her head was in a daze, and she grabbed Han Qiao's ears with her fingers: "Why are you talking, do you still have a sister in your eyes..."

Han Qiao hugged Liu Xiaoli.

Hands resting on the big white legs, the leg meat overflows between the fingers, the tentacles are soft and greasy, and the skin is like creamy fat...

Looking at Liu Xiaoli's red lips, Han Qiao made a strange mistake: "Sister, I think it's okay to chit?"

"what?"

"Just a little bit."

Liu Xiaoli was more awake, and looked at Han Qiao with strange eyes.

Han Qiao's heart was pounding, and he shouted, "My sister always said that I am the same as Qianqian, but I didn't expect my sister to think otherwise."

"How do you speak? How are you different from Sissy?"

"Sissy can fuck, why can't I."

"Sister, I'm so disappointed." Han Qiao pretended to be pitiful.

He hugged Liu Xiaoli's arm pitifully, rubbing and rubbing.

Liu Xiaoli was annoyed, wrinkled beautifully, and tugged at Han Qiao's ears with her soft fingers: "Okay, okay, I'm so grown up, so annoying, let me give it a go, can I help you?"

Said yes, stretched out his face impatiently.

under the light.

Pretty blushing and charming, pink and tender ears are crimson and crimson...it seems to be able to see through the light...

Han Qiao reached out and pinched Liu Xiaoli's face, forced her to turn around, and kissed her red lips.

soft.

Han Qiao's blood rushed to his forehead, and his hands were naturally clasped...

Liu Xiaoli's head was dizzy, she let Han Qiao kiss her, she couldn't breathe, her red lips parted slightly...

　It's been a long time.

　　The two of them fell on the couch somehow. .

　　under the light.

　　"Cissy... don't bite mom... mom hurts"

　　Liu Xiaoli put her hand in the kitten's hair, muttering. .

　　………………

　　Han Qiao froze for a moment.

　　Quietly got up from Liu Xiaoli, stretched out his hand to tuck Liu Xiaoli's messy hair behind her head, lowered her head, and kissed her forehead.

　　Tucked.

　　left the room.

　　After twelve o'clock, the sweltering air became a little cooler. The cold wind blew, and Han Qiao became more awake.

　　Fumbled for a cigarette to light.

　　With Liu Xiaoli's temper, if something happens this time, she will definitely never get back to each other in the future...

　　In this case, it is better to draw it slowly.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)