Chapter 17: Little Young X Fairy Girl (2)

The stairwell, the light was dim, and it fell on the bare thighs, looking ambiguous. The body was leaning against the wall, the neck was leaning back, covered with thin thin sweat, and the long hair was stuck between the necks.
Cen Simiao was panting like a fish without water.
"It's amazing."
The eye makeup she painted was extremely gorgeous, and she glanced over. An Zeru raised his eyebrows, squinting at the corners of his mouth, and the irony in his eyes was bold.
"It's just that you're still catching, rape, and grind, and it's dawn."
Cen Simiao squinted his eyes, his back was straight, his legs were slightly apart, and he wore rivet shoes on the ground, his eyebrows were unruly, and his lips became impatient. I saw no guilt about leaving people halfway.
Footsteps moved, ready to go downstairs to leave.
Call him behind.
An Zeru frowned and turned his head. A flower bloomed in front of him, and something was thrown at him. He reached out to pick it up subconsciously. Delicate feel, looking down, leather wallet.
She said flatly: "Swipe to open the room."
An Zeru stunned.
After a while, he held a dozen house cards in his hand and stood in the elevator with Cen Simiao. He leaned against the wall, his head drooping slightly, and her naked clavicle was in sight.
This hotel is the property of Anjia. From time to time, An Zeru came here to live. He was doing his own business this time. He was afraid of being scolded by Lao Tzu.
I could only climb the stairs. I didn't want Cen Simao to be aggressive and opened a room directly on each floor.
Squinting his eyes: "You're kind of extravagant, why didn't you do that in the first place."
Without waiting for her to speak, the elevator door opened and Cen Simiao stepped on her heels. An Zeru lifted his heels out, inadvertently squinting, red soles looming, and black thin heels.
Looking up, his calves were white, and his waist was soft and slender. He squinted his teeth and walked a few steps.
It seems that the interest of gossip came, and many questions were asked.
She paced her feet and turned her head: "You little child, why are you even more stingy than me?"
An Zeru's words got stuck in his throat, his eyes narrowed, his chin was raised, and he was particularly arrogant: "You have the ability to say it again, whoever a child, I'm 20."
Cen Simiao took a few steps forward and suddenly turned around.
An Zeru didn't have time to stop, and his strides were very great. The two were so close to each other that they almost collided.
The heat of breathing fell between An Zeru's neck, and he retreated uncomfortably, but was suddenly caught by the collar.
Cen Simiao raised her chin slightly, and was impatient with her brows, but her eyes were very charming, staring at his eyes: "Don't make any more noise."
An Zeru smiled, stretched out her hand and pushed her away, but did not stand firmly under her feet, and flew over, accidentally hugging Cen Simiao, and the instant warm kiss fell on his throat.
The big red lipstick mark is very conspicuous.
An Zeru hurriedly stepped back, reached out to wipe, swearing in his mouth.
Cen Simiao turned and didn't look at him.
An Zeru wiped her hands around her neck, froze instantly, walked forward with gritted teeth, full of support, and wandered around with her in the middle of the night.
Leaning his head, the light hit the slightly hot ear bones.
Room 9052.
The two stood in front, staring at the door, both pursing their lips and frowning. Suddenly An Zeru sticked to the door sideways, listening carefully to the movement inside, soundproofed really good.
Can't hear anything.
He lowered his voice: "This is the last one. He really lives in this hotel?"
The system was almost furious. It told Cen Simiao the room number at the beginning, but it had to be found one by one, and the room was reserved to the end.
Cen Simao nodded her head.
"Knock at the door."
An Zeru moved her throat, straightened her shoulders, and knocked the door. At a glance, seeing Cen Simiao going to the side, he retracted his hand: "What do you mean?"
Cen Simiao's tone was offensive: "I don't want to see them disgusting."
An Zeru pursed his lips and snorted loudly.
After a while, there was a movement inside, and the voice was dull and annoyed, "Who? Midnight."
He's not good: "Your ancestor."
Suddenly, the footsteps speeded up. As soon as the door was opened, and just a few words were to be scolded, it felt like the door was pushed open, and Gu Yu almost fell. He held his body and looked up to see who was in trouble.
The result was stunned: "Ze Ru, why are you here?"
An Zeru didn't look at him when he entered the door, glanced at the room, leaned his head, his muscles were tight, and he was about to fight. Suddenly he heard someone calling his name, and when he looked at it, he was groggy.
This one is not easy to fight.
An Zeru had been abroad before, only a few months after returning, but he remembered Gu Yu clearly. He didn't know how many times he had read at home, so he learned from Gu Yuduo.
Cocoons were almost worn out in the ears.
He showed a disdain between his eyebrows, learned a fart, and was caught by a woman at the hotel.
Gu Yu was wearing pajamas. The flushing on her face had not faded, her voice was dull, and she cleared her throat and said, "Hey, why are you ..."
An Zeru frowned, and raised an eyebrow again: "I was annoyed at home by my Lao Tzu, and came here to hide."
Gu Yu didn't believe anyone when he heard this. Gu Yu's expression was stiff, and she twitched her lips, smiling.
An Zeru was absent-minded, opened his mouth, and heard a charming voice: "Who is it, so late. Gu Yu?"
Stepping on the floor barefoot, wrapped in a robe, the neckline was scattered, revealing the kiss marks on the neck, the small face with a big palm, and all the charm between the brows.
When he saw An Zeru, he exclaimed and turned his back.
Gu Yu looked embarrassed, walked to hold her, gave a few words of comfort, moved her lips, and heard An Zeru say: "I am not here."
Saying sorry, he could not hear his apology, but took a few steps into the room, squinting at the sofa, and didn't sit down. He said, "I also brought someone over, outside the door."
Gu Yu couldn't figure out what the young master meant. Seeing that he didn't mean to leave, he pursed his lips, walked to the door, and glanced: "No one is there, where is your friend?"
An Zeru frowned, and strode over without anyone.
Go to the turn again, empty.
He froze for a while, but has not calmed down. Gu Yu also chased out, looked around, and said, "Have your friend left for something urgent?"
An Zeru lived up to Cen Simiao's heart.
Cen Simiao watched the video of the room from the mobile phone seriously. Suddenly the picture changed and became the picture in the elevator. Then the screen became a snowflake and no signal.
She lowered her eyes.
Flick your finger across the screen and tap Save.
An Zeru's life was extremely smooth and he was held everywhere. Follow Gu Yu's surface is also kind.
But some time later, the villain was settled by the villain. The business plummeted, and many people fell into the hole. Only Gu Yuxue delivered charcoal.
An Zeru has financial support. It seems that he has changed his mind and devoted himself to research and development projects. Those who were once very motivated and whispered to win people's feelings are very grateful to Gu Yu.
The eyes became blue, and the whole portrait was ten years old. When he was about to start, he was cut off by Gu Yu and made a fortune.
Then he turned his face and refused to recognize him. An Ze was anxious, but there was nothing he could do. Later, he realized that Gu Yu, who had settled down, also suffered a series of blows.
After this night, there must be a gap between An Zeru and Gu Yu. If there is cooperation, there will be no peace and trust as before.
She watched the time, bent her eyes, opened the door and sat in the driver's seat.
Start the engine.
Before the car moved, An Zeru ran out of the hotel entrance. Standing on both legs, he looked very tall. He was angry, his muscles were tight, his teeth were clenched, and he looked around the door.
The sight of the red Maserati not far away.
When he first arrived, he noticed that he was disdainful and secretly burned the bag.
The headlights turned on, and the figure in the driver's seat became clear. Broken hair is attached to the neck, the chin is small, the eyebrows are bent down slightly, and the eye makeup is gorgeous.
He tilted his head and glanced at An Zeru.
His eyes were extremely cold.
He clenched his fists, his chest was about to explode, and shouted, "You play?"
The car started and whistled past with wind. An Zeru's eyes widened, and she saw that the hair around her neck floated and her lips were bent with lipstick.
There was another word that dissipated in the night, and the tone was lingering: "What's wrong with being cheated by me?"
An Zeru's face was iron-blue. She actually asked her face with such a face that she was so angry that she went to the locomotive to find her mobile phone and dialed the phone.
The tone was drowsy over there: "I rely, you hey, right? Call now."
He stared at the street: "Just give me nonsense, quickly check the license plate number, I want to figure out who this person is."
Anger seemed to blow up the phone, sobered a bit there: "No, you, what's wrong with you? Get so angry."
Anze Ruqi was sweating now, his neck was itchy, and Hu gave a handful, and he felt something at the collar. Frown and looked down, miniature
probe
head.
Throw it on the ground and trample it down.
His face was dark again, and he touched it around his neck. This time, all his fingertips were filled with lipstick marks. He shook his head a little, and gritted his teeth fiercely.