Director's growth history

Liu Mei's blushing face was full of infinite charm, and her drunken eyes were blurred: "Brother Yao, you are a good person, a decent and good man. 【*】"

Yao Changqing slowly supported Liu Mei to lie down, took off Liu Mei's shoes and put them on the ground.When touching those smooth little feet, Yao Changqing scolded himself inwardly: "Yao Changqing, if you want to progress in your career, don't be fooled by this beauty." But at this moment, Liu Mei suddenly sat up, wrapped her arms around Yao Changqing's neck, In this position, Yao Changqing fell on Liu Mei's body.In Yao Changqing's ear, Liu Mei used those intoxicating words to attack Yao Changqing's defense: "Brother Yao, love me once!"

Yao Changqing's psychological defense collapsed in an instant, and Yao Changqing tore Liu Mei's thin clothes with the help of alcohol...

If Yao Changqing knew that Liu Mei used a camera to record the whole process of having sex with Liu Mei for the first time, his feelings of guilt and compensation for Liu Mei would immediately be replaced by incomparable hatred, and he would be in his heart or unconsciously. If Yao Changqing knew that Liu Mei had finally decided to erase all the contents of the video tape about her and Yao Changqing in the Yadu Hotel after a fierce ideological struggle, he would tell Yue Zhibiao that the camera was broken. Not only did the recording not succeed, he was scolded by Yue Zhibiao and lost the opportunity to travel to Xinjiang to relax, Yao Changqing would have mixed feelings and even be deeply moved by Liu Mei.But Yao Changqing won't know, because Liu Mei won't say it, and Yue Zhibiao won't say it until the last chance, Yao Changqing will always be kept in the dark.

The night will always pass, and the new dawn will always come on time.When Yao Changqing fell asleep drowsily with anxiety, he heard a familiar and kind voice beside his ears: "Changqing, get up and have breakfast."

It was Qianqian calling herself to get up.Yao Changqing opened his eyes, and Miao Qianqian's concerned eyes were in front of him: "Changqing, I came back in the middle of the night yesterday, reeking of alcohol. I'm not holding you back and preventing you from participating in social activities. I'm really worried about your health. How do you feel now?"

Yao Changqing's heart was moved, the old couple, there was no rhetoric, but the unpretentious words revealed deep concern and consideration.

"Honey, I'm fine. It's much better now, but my back is a little sore." Hey, Jiro Ichiya, for a person in his 40s, how can his waist not be sore?