The Anarchic Consort

"Yes, we are in the Wudaokou business district, a Korean restaurant. But the other two people still have to do experiments, store, can we meet in the afternoon?"

Is it five crossings? It seems that most of the universities in Beijing are there, and people who feel that the accident is now concentrated in this age group.

Probably the mood is too impetuous, it is easy to give room for resentment.

Helian Weiwei replied with a "good" word, and then wrote down the contact information.

It’s about ten o’clock right now, and there’s still a while in the afternoon.

At this time in the past, she was still lying in the coffin by a highness of her temple.

This kind of situation is really never before.

Helen Weiwei looked at the Bailijiajue who was sitting in front of her and drinking blood. It was still very cute.

Just can't find the problem.

I knew that she should grab the old man and grab it.

Sure enough, people in love are not so open-minded.

The more you care, the more you can't ignore something.

Helian Weiwei thought she was very good at chasing people.

After all, she is very overbearing president.

No matter when, Helian Weiwei is always confident in his position!

Say it like this.

Looking at the novel, will there be any inspiration?

Helian Weiwei has always been an action squad, jumping from the bed and looking for a more remote place.

To do this kind of thing, of course, can not be in front of a temple, or how to get drunk at night.

The Baili Jiajue looked at her movements and spit out the blood bag from the thin lips. The narrow scorpion smashed.

"Hey, Don Shao?" Helen Weiwei always felt that this kind of thing was still a bit inferior: "That, what is your wife's phone number?"

The man smacked his brow and stopped the cooking action; "What are you looking for with my wife?"

"That, she is not writing a novel, I want to talk to her about a topic between women." Helen Weiwei voiced lazy: "You are not convenient to listen, please tell me the phone number."

The man smiled, rolled up his uniform with one hand, and put his mobile phone on his shoulder. He was very handsome: "Don't say."

Helian Weiwei: ...

Why does she have such a boss and friend!

It’s awkward!

“You seem to be angry?” The man’s mouth was sinful: “What is the problem with your man?”

Helian Weiwei sang two times: "It's too smart, it will be killed and killed."

"There are so many people who want to assassinate me. You don't bother with one more." The man paused, as if he had thought of something, and he was still typing a little golden hair: "Do you want to eat eggs?"

"Yes, want, want!" Xiao Jinmao immediately came over with blood and resurrected, and directed the man: "Add some doll dishes, two eggs, you one."

Helen Weiwei listened carefully to the movements over there, suddenly slamming his lips, and his voice followed: "Is it Mrs. Tang?"

Mrs. Tang? Little golden hair licking chopsticks and hoeing, is calling me?

The man looked at the round sly and reddish face, smiling like a smile: "It is indeed looking for you, saying that it is a topic to talk about women."

"Ah? Hey." Xiao Jinmao took the phone and cautiously said, "Hello."

Helian Weiwei chuckled: "Mr. Tang, hello."

Xiaojinmao's ears are a bit hot. Although she has had a lot of time to get married, it seems that no one has ever called her Mrs. Tang. The most important thing is that she likes this title!

"Well, um!" Xiao Jinmao looked serious and listened to Helen Weiwei talking over there, and then regardless of the man who cooked noodles behind him, took the phone and went to the study: "This kind of thing, according to me The experience is to be strong!"

Helen Weiwei thought about the scene where Tang Shao was strong, and quietly silent.

Too fierce, even the Tang and the young are dare to be strong, what is the other person in the end.

"Hey? Why don't you talk?" Xiaojinmao smiled. "Do you think that this method is super invincible? You think about it, you are an arms tycoon, of course."

Rarely, the two people actually made a decisive shot in the position.

Helen Weiwei immediately accepted the proposal of Xiao Jinmao: "Is there a more detailed plan?"

"Of course." Xiao Jinmao said in an instant: "There is no wine at home, first drunk him! Then get a handcuff! To use a hard to open, the key should be hidden, as long as you can copy him In bed, he is at your mercy! When I used to get Tang Fox, I used this trick, and I was chaotic after X! Then Tang Fox cried and made me responsible, you should know, women like us It is absolutely responsible for the man!"

Helen Weiwei didn't talk because she couldn't imagine it. What a picture.

Wait a minute, any hand in the hands of Tang Shao should be opened in minutes.

That person maintains a national record of weapon disassembly.

What is a handcuff for him?

Unless, it is Tang Shao’s voluntary...

In other words, he is deliberately drunk and then let others be responsible for him.

Shameless, too shameless!

However, Mrs. Tang’s idea can be considered. Ordinary handcuffs have no effect on a certain temple. What about the other...

"I know, I will do what you said." Helen Weiwei also laughed: "When it is successful, I will tell you again."

"OK!" Xiao Jinmao was very happy to hang up the phone. When I looked back, I saw the man staring at her on the door frame. His legs were long, the military uniforms were quite good, but the collar was when he just kissed her. She pulled away, making people feel **** and tempted.

Suddenly.

She remembered the lingering two people in bed this morning, her face was out of control red.

But this is not the point. The key is that she did not hear the phone content.

"The face will be cold if you don't eat it again." The man walked over and looked down at her bare feet, as if she was helpless and sighed: "How many times I said, even if the room was carpeted, Also wear shoes, reach out, I will take you to the living room."

Xiao Jinmao is still in guilty conscience, of course, what the man said, she will do what she wants.

After all, looking at his reaction, he should have not heard what she said.

Just what she didn't think was that the man just picked her up, opened her thin lips and kissed her ear. The corner of her mouth was like a smile: "Why didn't you tell her, I made you cry that day?" ”

The little golden hair trembled, and it was too late to stop. He was pushed back into the soft sofa by a man's backhand.

Then there was the cool lips, which fell on her body one after another, and she blocked her wrist with one hand, and did not give her a chance to get up.

Sure enough, I heard it, what is holding her to the living room, it is a lie, hehe!