Chapter 38: Qi Shengguang [1]

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Sex, lowest level of seduce.
That was the pleasure of the beast.
He only needs a photo to tell you what is really sexy.
The perfect combination of light and shadow, each part of the human body is reserved and mysterious, light and strong. As long as he is in the palm of his hand, he can move each of your nerves in the picture simply with one hand.
Zhou Zhihe looked at the younger sister holding the insulation box like a baby on the back seat very puzzled. It ’s just the meal. The road in the city center is congested, and there is a long line of red lights. Zhou Zhi and one hand are resting on the steering wheel, his left elbow is resting on the door, and the rear view mirror is lazy. Asked Zhou Yuhe, "I said, in the end, what is sacred that allows Miss Zhou to give love soup in person, what is it like?"
The sweet smile on Zhou Yu and the corner of her mouth is like a little girl who has just fallen in love with her eyes, but she has no mercy to Zhou Zhi and a white eye, and the words are quite impatient. "Just drive your car, ask what."
Zhou Zhihe drew a corner of his mouth, looking back from the rearview mirror to the car in front. Zhou Yuhe was six years younger and was the only girl in the Zhou family. He grew up to be windy and rainy. Outside horizontally, in front of this princess can only be lowered to make a small, otherwise the old man can really discount his legs.
It ’s not enough to use good words to describe the conditions in the family. The Zhou family has made many generations. The generation of the old man was even labeled with red. They have stopped talking about words like money from their generations. It's just numbers.
Zhou Yu and that temperament are not too much of a princess, but what she wants is always someone to please her carefully. The first time I heard that I was going to give people soup, I woke up in the kitchen myself in the morning. Boiled, how can Zhou Zhihe not be curious, please ask Miss to take the initiative.
According to Zhou's words and directions, the car stopped at a place similar to the exhibition hall. Zhou Zhihe immediately wanted to park the car at the door. Zhou's language holding the insulation box behind him and the reaction was fierce, "Don't stop this! There is parking behind it! "
She was emotional, her voice was sharp, and Zhou Zhihe was called with a stabbing pain in her head. She didn't want to ask her when she knew about a parking lot like this, and she just kicked the throttle in the direction of Zhou and pointing.飚 Past.
After parking the car, Zhou Zhihe breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door and got off the car, the door was closed, and he pulled his clothes and was personable again. The back seat door did not open, Zhou Zhi and Ren Lao Ren Ren reopened the door for the young lady.
I have n’t spoken yet, I have a thermostat on my leg, Zhou Yu holding a mobile phone in my hand and making a silent gesture to him, my eyes are full of threats, but my mouth is dripping softly,
Well, I ’m here now , Can you come over now? "
Zhou Zhihe shivered with a cold chill. Shouldn't his sister be a ghost?
I do n’t know what was said on the phone. Zhou Yu answered well, smiled sweetly, glanced at him, and asked politely,
My brother is here too, can I bring him in? ? "
Zhou Zhihe squeezed his hands behind his back. When did his grandpa Zhou give a break to his face and apply for it? Zhou Yuhe, you can do it. Zhou Zhihe gritted his teeth.
Zhou Yuhe finally hung up the phone, put the mobile phone in the seat behind him, left the car with both hands holding the insulation box, walked forward, and commanded Zhou Zhihe without looking back, "Close the door."
"..." The family was unfortunate. Who lied to his sister when he was a kid is very cute and fun, but he likes playing with eggs.
It is really a pavilion, and this pavilion is very famous, but Zhou Zhihe has not been here. It seems to be a photo pavilion called the Forbidden City. It restricts the flow of people every day.
Zhou Zhihe didn't have any elegant thoughts of appreciating the photos. Since he was a kid, he was thrown into the barracks by the old man. It was okay to look at the gun. He was not interested to see the photos.
They seem to be entering the side door, Zhou language and familiar door, there is security at the door, but also greeted the security friendly, and her usual eyes look over the head are completely two people.
Zhou Zhihe followed her, and whispered twice. She was more curious about the people she wanted to see. The great who came from all directions could talk about Zhou Yu and the delusion, and discuss with the old man. Zhou Yu and Dangmaoma got it, the others do not need to be able to manage her problems.
The exhibition hall was very quiet. The voices of some people were speaking, but they were all very low. The background was all light gray. The photos were not densely arranged, and the layout was large and small, making the layout feel comfortable.
It was a little far apart, and he couldn't see the photos clearly, and Zhou Zhihe didn't pay much attention to it. Next to the stairs, Zhou Yuhe took him to the second floor.
Going up a few steps, there was a low scream, "ohmygod!" In a foreign language, with a scream that suppressed his own voice, harsh and curious.
Zhou Zhihe turned his head out of curiosity.
The staircase is a spiral in the air and a staircase. He went up a few steps and had a wide field of vision. The people standing below couldn't stop him. Looking back, the first thing he wanted was a hanging photo.
Zhou Zhihe froze directly, feeling for a moment that all the sounds around him were gradually gone.
It was a pair of hands, and men and women could not be seen, because the fingers were slender and soft like girls, but the hand bones slightly protruded like boys' hands because of the bending action.
The nails are rounded, and the movements in the photos are casual and nothing special.
The clear light was coming from a distance, and it seemed that the thin fluff on the back of the hand could be seen, with a golden ring in the light.
Except for chasing the light, the background is dark, and those hands, dazzling, dazzling to the prickly eyeball hurt. It's just a picture, you can imagine that these hands are doing anything, and it seems that it is not doing anything, it has made you lose your heart and look forward to what it does.
The footsteps in the back disappeared. Zhou Yu and strangely turned around. When she saw Zhou Zhihe who was looking at the photos in the distance, she had a little softness to her brother. "Brother, there are many photos. You can go down and see, I'll go up first. You will come to me on the second floor. "
Zhou Zhihe heard Zhou Yuhe and spoke. He wanted to answer, but he couldn't speak, and couldn't even move his body.
Attraction, a deadly attraction, the moment he turned his head casually, he had fallen into a soft spider web.
Hands, ears, neck, clavicle, legs, waist, feet, lips, eyes, nose.
Each photo has only a single human organ. Except for a few that are very easy to identify gender, the others are already so beautiful that they blur the sex.
Every photo of Zhou Zhihe is taken very carefully. The crowds around are constantly exclaiming. Everyone deliberately lowered down, there is no reason, but here, there is no need for passionate screams to highlight the perfection.
Zhou Zhihe probably understands the reason why the exhibition hall can be reserved for the following year.
He does n’t study art or photography. The layman looks lively, and the layman looks at the doorway. These photos do not look at the layout nor the composition of the light. Just seeing enough is pulling his heart.
Zhou Zhihe's heart was aching, his hands were tight, he had played too many things, and met too many people. Since a long time ago, he has been sexually active, throbbing, and hooked. Such things have lost interest . The most exciting thing is that, but he was tired, but at this moment, Zhou Zhihe found that it was not. The sedition of the highest means was not sex.
It's the silent, throbbing movement of every inch of your skin like this air.
□□, is the source of the thrill of beast animals.
The reason why mankind has developed from primitive society to this day is because mankind is constantly pursuing, pursuing success, pursuing dreams, and pursuing a better and higher life.
Men abandon love for careers, and women devote themselves to the master's arms for money. Men want a sense of accomplishment, they want to keep climbing up, and women want a luxurious life and a leisurely future.
It seems that the gap is very big, but the source is that they all want to be happier for themselves, to obtain spiritual or spiritual satisfaction.
The happiest and most exciting of human beings is never sex.
I watched the first time and then the second time. The first time I fixed my eyes on the photo, and the second time I started focusing on the photographer or the model.
The model's name is also known as Zhou Zhihe, who has a long history. Nowadays, there are many men and women in the front line in China, including many in the world, and even many young girls in their circle.
Zhou Zhihe saw Zhou Yuhe's name, a photo of her ankle.
Zhou Zhihe looked at the model: Zhou Yu and a few words have been stunned for a long time. If the person she is looking for is a photographer, her previous attitude, Zhou Zhihe understands why.
Women are inherently more obsessed with beauty than men. They are naturally paranoid about their beauty. Girls who love selfies are nothing more than love and beauty.
The photographer of these photos, signed a letter: a.
For women, the world created by his camera is enough to make them crazy.
I'm afraid this mare can't marry back to their Zhou family. Zhou Zhihe thought quietly. Although the Zhou family was not afraid of things, if Zhou Yuhe became a woman's enemies overnight, think of the sale as a loss.
Seeing Zhou Yu and Fang Cai's attentiveness, I'm afraid she was useless to persuade her lately.
Converged, Zhou Zhihe crossed the shocked and carefully watched photos of the crowd and went up to the second floor. The door on the second floor was open, and the entrance was a hallway.
Zhou Zhihe turned his head and looked around. A light-colored trench coat, a dark coat, and a navy blue scarf hung on the coat rack.
It seems that the second floor is a little bit like that of the mysterious photographer, and it is a single residence.
There was a voice in the room, Zhou Zhihe turned a corner, and the pictures of handsome men and women came into sight, pleasing to the eyes.
The temperament-like man cut his clean and thin shredded hair. In October, he wore a white knitted sweater and sat on the sofa with one hand on the side sofa and one hand on his knee. With his back against the sofa.
Sitting posture is expensive and clear.
Two beauties are sitting on the two sofas on the side, with Zhou Yuhe on the left, and Xiao Tianhou, the most popular singer on the right, on the right.
Zhou Yuhe faced him, and when he saw that he called him, "Brother." He stood up and waved at him, smiling happily, "I'll introduce it to you."
The man got up with a slight smile and looked at him. First, he nodded mildly and politely. The action was just right, not charming, not neglected, and naturally and snugly.
Xiaotian, who was sitting on the sofa on the right, also followed and turned around, stood next to the two of them and smiled at him before asking.
"Brother, it's just Qi Shengguang, a famous photographer."
"Sheng Guang, this is my brother, Zhou Zhihe."
The two men shake hands and say hello.
His phalanges are clear, the skin is not smooth or rough, the nails are trimmed clean, the fingertips carry light cocoons, and the palms are warm. Not perfect, somewhere between men's just good.
Zhou Zhihe glanced down, those unsettling photos from such a gentle and polite boy? This pair of warm hands makes people feel solid and reliable?
Zhou Zhihe took Zhou Yu and went home, and Xiaotianhou also followed.
Qi Shengguang, as the host, sent them downstairs.
The two women walked in front of each other, but they didn't seem to have an extraordinary rival to the same man, and they talked exceptionally well.
Xiaotianhou's agent was already driving and waiting, Qi Shengguang opened the door of the co-driver's seat and blocked one hand to prevent her head from hitting the roof.
Speaking to the agent, "Drive carefully."
Xiao Tianhou shook his hand and waved goodbye to a few people. His tone was slightly instructive, "put your hand back in the car." He uttered it with a clean and low voice, and gave him a good look. Love Critical Strike.
She slid her hand back into the car.
Qi Shengguang laughed. Even Zhou Zhi and a man wanted to keep their eyes open. It really was his name. Sheng Guang was so bright that it couldn't be seen.
Zhou Yuhe brought the thermal insulation box in a plastic bag, which Qi Shengguang carried all the way down. Zhou Yuhe got into the car before he passed the thermal insulation box to Zhou Yuhe. She thanked her sincerely and politely. "Thank you."
Zhou Yu shook his head and said no, and asked him if he would come over to feed him tomorrow. Qi Shengguang refused, "Tomorrow Jiajia will come." She reached in and touched her hair, her eyes were slightly bent. "Have a good rest at home, there are many cars at noon, and I'm tired of running."
Allison, needless to say, a girl name. Zhou Zhihe looked at Zhou Yuhe's expression from the rearview mirror. She didn't have an attack. She said with a smile, so Qi Shengguang also paid attention to rest.
Alas ... Zhou Zhihe used to think that the four words of life winners were completely personally created for himself. Today I found that I might want to look at these four words again.
When the car was out of the exhibition area, Zhou Yu and Youyou sighed in the back seat, Zhou Zhihe teased her, "What? Can't bear it?"
Zhou Yuhe didn't answer, Zhou Zhihe became more interested, "Or thinking about Jia Jia, who will deliver your meal tomorrow?"
Zhou Yu gave him a blank look, "You stupid human."
"hiss……"
Zhou Yu and turned over and sat up, called her girlfriend, and asked her to go shopping together for beauty tomorrow.
Zhou Zhihe owed his lips, and he started to pick things up again. "Ouch ~ your photographer is going to date with a beautiful lady tomorrow, do you still have the mood to go shopping for beauty?"
Zhou Yuhe put the phone aside and murmured, "I hope he can really date a lady tomorrow."
"Yo?" Zhou Zhihe became interested and sat upright. "What? Don't you like him?"
Zhou Yu and his eyes softly looked out the window, "I met him at the dinner table, he brought people over to eat, you know those people, there was no trouble, but the girls at the table were gentle by him that day Careful attention. "
"..." Zhou Zhihe was sour, what a hell.
"I met each other later. I often come to the exhibition hall to see his photos. He belongs to the unsettled type. There are many exhibition halls, and he will only stay in one place for a while. He will take care of every little detail you forget. "
Zhou Zhihe rolled his eyes, "Zhou Yuhe, don't you know this is a sister-in-law skill?"
Zhou Yuhe was interrupted, unhappy humming, "I know. But he is different, do you know? The closest distance between me and him is only that he can touch my hair."
"..." Master Mei sister.
Zhou Yuhe sighed again and leaned towards the window toward the head of the seat. "People like him will not stay for whom, but we all hope that he likes a person and doesn't need to be me. He can like it. I would love that girl, or boy. "
What is the highest state of the sister-in-law? Zhou Zhihe thought of a few young people. People from the beginning of her teens called them grandfathers, holding countless things in their hands, casually hooking up, and some people followed suit. However, has anyone thought about it, hoping that they will like someone one day.
"... Hey, Zhou Yuhe, do you want me to take you to the doctor?"
Zhou Yuhe ignored him, his voice was very light and quiet, only she could hear, "He understands all the gentle care in this world, but he doesn't understand the tenderest love."
Are genius flaws?
Each of his shots can scratch the deepest itch in the bottom of the heart, but every time, no matter what model the body is in front of him, his eyes have only gentleness and respect.
His photos can arouse everyone who looks at them, because those who take them are soberly awake from start to finish.