Mr Bo's Spoiling His Sweet Wife

From the hotel to change a dress, Tang poetry lying on the side of the rest, along with a new make-up.

It took her a long time to get up and change her clothes. She put on a casual sweater, two long legs under her hot pants and knee boots. As she put on her lipstick again, she asked Chris, "do you really want to come with me this evening?"

Chris said, "yes, the man next to your little sister is also very handsome."

Tang poetry thought for a while and then said, "Oh, you say ye Jingtang?"

Chris nodded. "Yes, I hear he's good, too?"

"It's pretty good." Tang Shi came over and laughed at Chris, "even if you want to give him some face in thin night, but if you look at Ye Jingtang, you will be sad again."

Chris exclaimed, "what do you mean?"

Tang poetry continued to smile mysteriously, "I think, our family Qi Qi and ye Jingtang have a story."

"It's over."

Chris threw himself back on the quilt. "The man I'm looking for either likes you or your little sister. I'm miserable. I don't want to be a fag."

Tang Shi put lipstick on his neck and said, "don't be sad. Go out to drink at night and have a look."

"Then you must not rob a man from me." Chris raised his eyebrows. "Or you're too seductive for men. Thanks to my being a fag, they don't even know? They look at me like they want to eat me

Tang Shi chuckled, "he? What's the relationship between him and me? After all, I was the abandoned son he didn't want

Chris cheered. "Come on, it's going to be that kind of drive. Let's go. Are you ready?"

"Come on, my Mr. Chris."

Tang Shi put his hand on his best friend's shoulder, and then opened the hotel door with a smile. At that time, he was secretly following their subordinates, and soon sent a message to Bo Ye, "Bo Shao, I saw them come out."

"Go on."

Thin night's voice was cold, "how long have they been together?"

"According to my observation Miss Tang and Mr. Chris had a rest for at least an hour... "

An hour.

Thin night's fingers gathered together, in the eyes quietly swept over other emotions, and he coefficient pressure will be eyeground.

It seems that a man will never be affected by anyone. He gathers his thoughts and goes to the French window of his hotel room indifferently, and gathers the night in his eyes.

On the other side, Tang Shi and Chris set out to catch up with the bar address given by Jiang Qi. When they arrived, Jiang Qi was waiting at the door. With a cigarette in his big red lips, he was spitting out the smoke ring skillfully with half a slit in his eyes. He did not have the temperament of afternoon in the meeting hall, looking like a little rogue.

In the past of Tang poetry, Jiang Qi sprayed smoke on her face, deliberately holding a frivolous tone, "Oh, little beauty, come to drink alone?"

Chris said behind her, "and me."

"Lord Chris." Jiang Qi winked at him, "do you come here too?"

"Yes, I haven't come back to such a place for a long time." Chris also laughed. "When I was young, I always went to the bar. Now I'm older, I haven't felt this kind of fresh and exciting feeling for a long time. Come on, do you have any friends in you? "

Jiang Qi put his arm around Tang Shi's shoulder and looked back at Chris. "That's necessary. I'm sure I'll be in place to entertain Tang poetry."