< br >Chapter 3579 < br >Qiao Bolin nodded lightly, "the room temperature of the master bedroom is a little higher. In addition, last Guanxia came alone, and the guest room was separated from the other room." < br >the housekeeper said immediately, "OK, I'll arrange it right away. If you have any instructions, let me know at any time." < br >Qiao Bolin raised his hand and waved, and the housekeeper respectfully turned away. < br >Tian Xiaotian hid behind the porch post, startled to hear that the tone of the two men was not like the guest or housekeeper at all, but Qiao Bolin was more like the master. < br >thinking of the last time Qiao Bolin spoke to the manager in the restaurant, Tian Xiaotian thought she might have guessed wrong. Qiao Bolin was not a soft rice man. < br >but she wondered, if he is so rich and must have a lot of status, why should he be with someone else's fiancee? < br >when Qiao Bolin smoked a cigarette, Tian Xiaotian pretended that she had just returned to the garden after going to the bathroom. < br >Shangguan Xia looked at the time. "I only rented it during the day, but I really don't want to go. I'll see if I can contact the landlord and add money to let us stay here for the night." < br >Qiao Bolin smiled and said, "it doesn't matter. I talked to the landlord for one day and one night. It's no problem to stay." < br >"really?" Shangguanxia was pleasantly surprised. "I simply make too much money for this price in one day and one night!" < br >Yao Jing glanced at Qiao Bolin with a smile, but her lips were silent. < br >Tian Xiaotian also took a special look at Qiao Bolin, thoughtfully. < br >since there is no need to hurry back, everyone is more relaxed, until 11:00 in the evening, near the early morning when the weather gets cold, several people go upstairs to have a rest. < br >Yao Jing was taken up to the third floor by Qiao Bolin and looked back, "isn't it too obvious that they live on the second floor and we live on the third floor?" < br >Qiao Bolin said with a faint smile, "there are not enough rooms on the second floor. That's a good reason." < br >Yao Jing shook his hand and said with a low smile, "with so many rooms, do you think others will believe you when you say there are not enough rooms?" < br >(adsbygoogle = indo.adsbygoogle | | []). Ush ({ }); < br >Qiao Bolin entered the room with his arms around her waist. "of course, I am the master here, and I say there are not enough rooms." < br >with a little cheating tone, the man kissed Yao Jing on the neck, and then the two fell on the sofa. < br >Yao Jing leaned her back against the pillow, holding the man's face and kissing him. Both of them drank wine, but instead became confused because of the blending smell of alcohol. < br >the floor lamp was on in the room, and the warm light fell on Yao Jing's half-hanging long eyelashes, like the shadow of a fan trembling gently, like a bamboo shadow swaying with the wind in the garden. As soon as the wind passed, the leisurely light swayed, and the night became more and more blurred. < br >Yao Jing's sweater outside was taken off, and inside was a long black skirt. There was a hollowed-out gauze near the collarbone, and the white skin was looming, charming and bright. < br >Qiao Bolin reached under her, slowly pulled down the zipper, stopped her hand all the way around her waist, and pressed her cool skin on her palms. Yao Jing could not help shuddering. < br >the man held her in the palm of his hand and pressed himself closer, raining kisses on her face and shoulders. Gentle and hot. < br >his legs were long and strong. Yao Jing habitually stretched her legs around them, opened her mouth and bit his lips, suppressing her breath and whispering, "Qiao Bolin," < br >"mm-hmm." The man had a strong nasal voice, holding her slender hand hard. < br >Yao Jing always felt that she was too indulgent and should not be so unrestrained, but Qiao Bolin told her that there was nothing wrong with being obedient. < br >occasionally she managed to grasp such a trace of reason, but also quickly fell apart under the fierce offensive of men. < br >the winter night of the villa is particularly quiet, only the wind blowing through the bamboo, issued a whimpering sound, graceful shadow swaying in the wind. < br >it is afraid of the cold wind, lest it be broken by the wind, and lust for the wind. Only the wind can make it stretch its branches wantonly in the boundless winter, and feel the extremes of life on the verge of death. < br >< br/ >< br >

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