pet addiction

Chapter 252
He kissed her lips with a pure voice: "If you can accompany me when I take medicine every day, I can consider it."

She nodded with a smile: "OK."

The next day, the winter sun was shining brightly and the sky was clear.

The eyelashes fluttered and opened, and when her bony eyes rolled, Lu Qianyang burst out angrily: "Damn!" With a splitting headache, she rubbed her head and grinned, "Damn, it hurts me to death." With a flick of his eyes, he looked around, the white ceiling, the European style of decoration, blinking, Lu Qianyang slapped his forehead, "Where is this?"

Her head hurts and her thoughts are confused, but she is sure - this is not her home!

"hotel."

A man's voice!man!

"Hotel?" The voice raised an octave, "Hotel!"

Immediately, five thunders struck, a series of yellow bubbles rushed in Lu Qianyang's head, drunk, in a hotel, a man and a woman, she used to be a paparazzi, and her rich experience in watching battles told her: adultery!

Lu Qianyang's eyes widened, and he stared fiercely at the adulterer: "You—"

Suddenly, he got stuck, at the bathroom door, his clothes were naked, and water was dripping from his hair... Lu Qianyang swallowed subconsciously.

The one who showed the bath photos at 360 degrees without any dead ends this morning was none other than Tang Yi, that evildoer.

Lu Qianyang was a little stunned, as if his IQ was not online: "Why are you here?!"

Long and slender fingers tied the bathrobe around the waist, Tang Yi raised his eyes: "Why am I here?!"

He laughed, creepy, and weird!
Lu Qianyang immediately stood ready: "Don't pretend, I'm asking you, why are you here?" The lonely man and widow were in the hotel, and she was dead drunk. This was clearly... a crime scene!Howled, "Tang, what did you do to me?" As he said, he got into the quilt, arched his nose and sniffed vigorously, and then touched his whole body, um, there was no smell, and the clothes were all there.

Well, the crime scene was handled well!

Lu Qianyang threw off the quilt and howled to death: "What the hell did you do to my old lady?"

The corner of Tang Yi's mouth twitched fiercely, and he smiled: "What did I do to you?"

He asked back, gloomy, with a feeling of gnashing his teeth.

Uh, the painting style is wrong, could it be... Lu Qianyang reflected: Could it be that she did something to others?

"Hehe." Tang Yi laughed, a terrified smile, slowly brushing his dripping short hair, paused, and suddenly narrowed his watery eyes, "Lu Qianyang, do you not remember or are you just pretending to be stupid?"

A certain sheep had a guilty conscience, retreated, retreated, retreated again, and had already shrunk to the corner of the bed. She was so guilty, she suddenly raised her head.

Tang Yi suddenly possessed himself, propped his hands on the wall, and completely surrounded a certain sheep: "Do you need me to remind you what I did to you?"

The eyelashes trembled, they were too close, she smelled the smell of shower gel on Tang Yi's body, her nose became hot, her head became hot, and then the blood boiled on her forehead, suddenly——

The camera crashed into the head, scene after scene, a little stuck, and intermittent clips rushed up and down in a mess.

last night...

The crew had a dinner party, and her artist went home to accompany the driver, and then she went, and then she was very happy, very high, then the director came to toast, the producer came to toast, the screenwriter came to toast, the producer came to toast... Then Woolen cloth?

A drunken woman popped into my mind!
"Oh, don't stop me, don't let anyone stop me, let labor and capital drink to death! Drink to death!" A crazy woman, holding a bottle of Erguotou in one hand, hung her chest, "I'm sad, my heart is really good pain."

(End of this chapter)