Chapter 31: Aspirin 11

Ye Qiao felt that his chest was slightly stuffy when he came and went, and he went to the bow to breathe.
Wen Shaoqian followed and asked: "Was the bow is big, how come here?"
Ye Qiao held his chest with one hand and shook his head: "My heart is not good, it is a little breathless."
Wen Shaoqian helped her to go inside: "If you are uncomfortable, you should go back to rest. If I ask you to come here to relax, and your health problems will increase, I will not care."
Ye Qiao was very stubborn, slowly pulling out his arm and euphemistically said: "The air is flowing outside. It is too stuffy."
Wen Shaoqian is helpless, but he has always cultivated very well, not because of her rejection of good intentions, but also because of the twilight, still warm as a spring breeze, jokingly said: "Xi Shi holds the heart, it is about you." He sometimes speaks, but does not let People feel offended. "I have never believed in seeing you before. When a beautiful woman is weak, she will be particularly charming."
Ye Qiao did not understand the style, she was sick? Although she is really ill, she has always tried her best to live a positive sun.
But the two were not familiar with each other. She was embarrassed to pick up his face one after another, and he said, "Thank you."
Wen Shaoqian laughed quietly, and then he was silent.
Perhaps they were too quiet, a pair of men and women who kissed on the side of the boat turned and changed to the bow. The man with the open suit pressed the female partner against the wall and kissed it.
Wen Shaoqian and Ye Qiao in the dark light just stand in their blind spots of vision, but they may be discovered if they are careful. The two couldn't help but swear, Wen Shaoqian handed a tacit look to Ye Qiao, and Ye Qiao sighed and slammed out of the bow. Once again, there was nowhere to live, so I had to go to the room with Wen Shaoqian.
There was a problem with the door of Ye Qiao’s room, and I couldn’t open it. She twisted it twice and did not open the lock, let Wen Shaoqian try.
Wen Shaoqian tried to shake the door almost, but the lock was not open, but he said: "The way the door is closed is very special. You can call a crew to help open it later."
Ye Qiao’s heart is a little different:
Would it take a long time?

"Maybe." Wen Shaoqian is also an expression that has nothing to do. "My room is still empty. You can go to rest for a while. I will call you for a repair."
He saw Ye Qiao's hesitation and smiled openly: "Miss Ye worry about my danger?"
Speaking of this, Ye Qiao pushed back and turned out to be artificial, and said: "No. Just afraid that you are not convenient."
Wen Shaoqian said kindly: "It doesn't matter."
His room was at the end of the corridor, and Ye Qiao dragged the skirt of the long skirt and walked forward with his steps.
Wen Shaoqian bowed her mind to her footsteps. She did not lift the skirt like the actress who walked the red carpet. Her long skirt covered her ankles and took a leisurely stroll. The tail of the fishtail was gracefully bloomed in the place she walked. No one noticed that there was a smile in his mouth, revealing the pleasure of a fish in the net and the appreciation of the spoils.
When he arrived at the place, Wen Shaoqian easily opened the door and pressed the light. The space on the boat is limited, even the windows with the sea view room are seemingly small. The lights sprinkled, and the two occupied a place in the dark space. After Ye Qiao entered the house, he obviously felt uncomfortable and his face frowned. Looking for the source, it is not just the air with poor fluidity in the cabin, but the scent of the room.
Ye Qiao sat in his bed and sniffed, the scent composition was very complicated, and it was changed from front to back, slowly changing from spicy to mild.
Wen Shaoqian hung up each other's coats and made a repair call before discovering her discomfort: "I don't like it? This kind of fragrance is produced in India and can calm the nerves and is good for insomnia."
Ye Qiao adapted to no longer suffer from pain, then he shook his head and said, "You also lose sleep?"
He laughed low: "The doctor who does not sleep will not reply to the patient's consultation message in the middle of the night."
Ye Qiao remembered that night, if it wasn't for the night there was nowhere to tell, the two would not be familiar with each other. She is instinctively resisting the strangeness of strangers, but he will master the psychology of the human being, tempted little by little, and slowly enter her world but control does not cause her resentment. In fact, she can also feel his deliberate faintness, but he does not make mistakes as an excuse for rejection.
She was embarrassed and smiled and said, "I still forget those ‘consultations.' It is not working hours now.

Wen Shaoqian seems to be quite interested in this: "What is that?"
"Friend." Ye Qiao answered seriously.
However, her skirt was too tight, and the clothing had a tight bond when she nodded.
Wen Shaoqian looked down and apologized: "It seems that the skirt I picked is not fit."
Ye Qiao smiled and said: "It's just that the upper circumference is a little tight. It's strange that you pick fit."
Wen Shaoqian's eyes are not easy to detect. He likes a woman who is quiet and faint, but does not like such a woman. However, Ye Qiao’s occasional unbridled ambiguity is what he wants. Moreover, her chest has a publicized tattoo, such a woman usually has a wild soul that does not match the appearance. Wen Shaoqian crossed Ye Qiao's shoulder, went to see her zipper, and unloaded the camouflage accordingly. The voice asked: "Do you need to loose it?"
Ye Qiao was amazed, but he felt that the ending was more reasonable. Compared with the "love" of others, she is actually more acceptable to such a bare "".
She went sideways to touch the zipper under her arm and said, "It is very troublesome to wear and take off."
"I will help you." Wen Shaoqian did not wait for her to finish, the palm of her hand had covered her hand, his method of and unbuttoning was very skillful, the fingers just rightly rubbed the skin of her hand, holding her hand and pulling the zipper one by one. Click to move down. I noticed that Ye Qiao did not refuse. He looked at her with a squint and naturally leaned down and walked in the depression of her shoulders, leaving a tentative kiss.
His lips were too cold, and Ye Qiao couldn't help but squat, and his hands were against his waist, and he held his neck in a posture, and easily pushed him to bed. He asked dangerously, "Is there something?"
Wen Shaoqian hesitated for a moment and said: "Yes."
Come prepared.
Ye Qiao’s heart smirked, but his hand grabbed his tie and pulled off his shirt’s button to reveal a white complexion. She was fierce and unscrupulous, and even torn off the haute couture shirt button. After doing this, she took a necklace that was in the way of her neck and quickly took off two earrings and threw away the valuable sapphire jewelry.
The gems roll down along the bed, jingling, like the accompaniment of love.
Wen Shaoqian’s eyes ignited the fire, and the people pressed back, and their lips covered her.
At the moment when he was about to touch each other, Ye Qiao suddenly pushed people away. Huo Di stood up and pointed at the jewels in the floor and smiled coldly: "Everything is still you. If the clothes need compensation, send me the bank card number at night. "She came to the zipper with a single hand and said, "I have this dress on my body. I like it, thank you."
She picked up her handbag and went out simply, taking photos of her neck from the round transparent glass of the cabin. A faint red hickey, she wore a bandeau skirt, and the cover could not cover it.
Ye Qiao frowned, turned and took a deep breath, facing the empty deck, and the eyes were all dull and closed white, and there was nowhere to go.
Her door is not to open, it is difficult to say that it is not the ghost of Wen Shaoqian. As for the repair call, I don't know if he is actually playing or playing.
Ye Qiao leaned against his own door, and his fierce stance was completely absent, but it seemed a little helpless. Fortunately, she retaliated with Wen Shaoqian's button. He wanted to find a new shirt to put on, to clean up the decent, and it took time. Otherwise, he will chase it out at this time and see that he has nowhere to go.
She boringly pressed the phone lock button, and did not respond for one night, the battery has long been warned. As for the disembarkation, there will be at least six hours until tomorrow morning.
When she was on the ship, she did not think that there would be such a situation. Ye Qiao thought of a way, and later went out to find someone to call, but now it is too tired, her feet are wearing high-heeled shoes, sore and sore, slowly squatting down the door.
When people are extremely exhausted, there will be unrealistic fantasies. I hope that I will do nothing, and God will open a door for myself.
The door is indeed open.
It was the room opposite her. A pair of shoes in the foot of the door out of the door, Ye Qiao Mo Ming has a strange hunch. She looked up and saw that when she came, she almost wanted to marry the inferior God. What kind of fate is this that can make him appear in his own right?
Zhou Yanshen paused in front of her, and there was a slight flaw in her gloomy face.
Ye Qiao did not speak, and he did not move.
She leaned her head and her neck was sour, she went down again, and her chin rested on the bent knees, not knowing what to do.
Falling in Zhou Yan's eyes, after a short surprise, she just bowed her head and smiled slowly. It seemed that she only saw an insignificant passerby. Zhou Wei deepened his anger and licked his lips, and he tried to go. However, when he passed her, he couldn’t help but slow down. He was eagerly expecting her to look up again, asking for help, or crying to him, even watching him leave... these thoughts are mean and Humble, Zhou Yishen mobilized reason to force himself to accelerate.
However, Ye Qiao really looked up, and the voice seemed to appear in his dream: "Is there a cigarette?"
Zhou Yan turned around and Ye Qiao was quietly watching his hand in his trouser pocket, knowing his habits well.
The finger in the pocket moved slightly, and finally took the cigarette case and threw it to her. Ye Qiao caught, pulled out one, looked up at him, his eyes were clear at a glance. Zhou Yanshen walked back to her, kneeling down on one knee, polishing the lighter and giving her a point. The four eyes taunted relatively: "Is it out?"
Ye Qiao just took a sip and was coughed by this sentence. The smoke coughed him. She covered her mouth with her backhand, but she still coughed up, as if the night's suffocation took the opportunity to break through, coughing and coughing and ironically laughing.